Disclaimer: Wir besitzen Hetalia. German! You could also say it's Prussian, if you wanted Prussia to kill you.
A/N: So, it turns out that the last chapter was so boring because I annoyed Castor too much before we role-played. My deepest apologies to you all. This chapter might be boring too, but there might or might not be excitement in the next chapter. Just hang in there!
Enjoy, please review!
What are you doing in the closet?
The days spent in the Viking house had fallen into a boring routine. China would make the meals while Hong Kong and Iceland avoided the Vikings. Luxemburg and Netherlands spent the days locked away in a room talking to each other about how Belgium was doing. Finland moped in any room that Sweden wasn't in. Germany had to trail America and Canada to keep them out of trouble, which was proving to be very difficult. The brothers would spend ten minutes together and then go in opposite directions. Germany would be forced to trail one of them while the other would wander around doing whatever he pleased. The German nation soon discovered that Canada could be more destructive than America.
The day was continuing like it always did. China was in the kitchen making a large meal of Chicken Chow Mein for the household. Norway had given him plenty of Scandinavian recipes but he preferred to make his own food. The only problem was that China was not used to making such large helpings of food, enough for fourteen people.
"Hong Kong, come help me with this, aru!" China called. Hong Kong poked his head into the room. China could see Iceland close behind, the leash clutched in his hand. The two had become even more inseparable ever since the beatings.
"What is it, teacher?" Hong Kong asked, bored.
"I need you to take some of these dishes to the table for lunch, aru." China handed Hong Kong and Iceland each a dish of Chinese cuisine. Iceland stared at the food worriedly while Hong Kong sniffed it appreciatively.
"Yes, teacher," Hong Kong sighed. He stopped in the doorway to the dining room. "Are they out there, Iceland?" he asked.
Iceland poked his head out the doorway. "Yes."
"Then I am not going out there." Hong Kong turned to place the dish back on the counter but Denmark's voice stopped him.
"Oi, get over here, Genert Dreng!" Denmark called. "Leave Dårlig Hund with Lille Hund." Hong Kong could feel Iceland shaking through the leash. The young Nordic nation had avoided his brothers for one very good reason: they were proving to be violent and uncaring. Carefully, Hong Kong set his dish on the counter, ignoring China's protests, relieved Iceland of his dish then took his hand.
"Come on," Hong Kong said gently. "We can do this." He led Iceland into the dining room toward his brothers. Denmark glared at the pair as they approached the table.
"Get back in the kitchen, Dårlig Hund."
"N-Nei." Hong Kong shifted uncomfortably in his spot, just being in the same room as the Vikings made him nervous.
""Do ya want a whipping, Dårlig Hund?" Denmark crossed his arms, waiting for a reply.
"Nei!" Hong Kong did not want to beat again, especially by Denmark. But the Viking took the answer the wrong way.
"That's it!" he roared, ripping Hong Kong's leash out of Iceland's clammy hand. This seemed to shock Iceland out of his trance.
"Denmark, wait!" Iceland reached for the leash but Denmark smacked him across the face.
"Shut up, Genert Dreng!" the Viking snapped. "Ya have no right ta call me 'Denmark', ta ya my name is 'Mester'." He dragged Hong Kong into the kitchen by the leash and to a table. China watched them warily, continuing to prepare lunch.
"Sit down." Denmark pointed at the floor beside the table. Hong Kong obeyed shaking in fear. Denmark tied the leash a table leg, testing the knot until he was satisfied. "Ya can stay here fer a while." Denmark turned to leave but stopped, turning to China. "Lille Hund, make two more plates." He left the kitchen to speak with a shaking Iceland.
"Zhìshǎo tāmen bìng wèi dǎ nǐ zhège shíhou. (At least they didn't beat you this time.)" China stroked Hong Kong's hair soothingly. His former student leaned into the touch, shivering with relief.
Iceland returned a few minutes later. Demark, it seemed, hadn't done anything more than talk to the nation. There was only the red mark across his face from being slapped. The young nation took one of the extra plates from the counter.
"Who is that for, aru?" China asked curiously. Iceland flinched slightly, almost dropping the plate.
"Denmark wants me to take it to Romano," Iceland explained softly. "At least, that's who I think he's talking about. I'm still having trouble with the names and everything."
China nodded in understanding. "I cannot tell the difference between Hong Kong and I. Denmark sounds like he is talking with a potato in his mouth, aru." Hong Kong snickered quietly at the joke. China smiled in relief; at least Hong Kong wasn't an emotional mess like he had been immediately after the beating. "Who is the second plate for, aru?
"I think Dan is taking it to England." Iceland took the second plate. He passed America, Canada, and Germany on his way out of the kitchen. A moment after entering the kitchen Canada left the room with Germany watching him warily.
"Hey, China, did you make food?" America asked excitedly. After days of moping and Canada resorting to insults to get his brother to react, America had finally recovered from his failed attempt at freedom.
"Yes, I did," China said. "That plate is for you, aru."
"Thanks, dude!"
"Bù kèqì! (You're welcome.)"
"America, where is Canada going?" Germany asked.
America shrugged. "No idea. Hey, Hong Kong, are you alright?" America asked worriedly.
"Y-Yes." But the young nation looked ready to cry. America chewed his lip, thinking. There had to be some way to make Hong Kong feel better. Suddenly, it came to him.
"I know!" America said excitedly, drawing everyone's attention. "Let's play a game later!"
"A game, aru?" China asked, somewhat interested.
"We can play . . ." America thought for a moment. "Hide and Seek! I know, how about Ghosts in the Graveyard!"
"I thought you were scared of ghosts," Germany pointed out.
"Everybody knows ghosts aren't real!" America said nervously. "Besides, it's just a game."
"I don't think Tanksa would let us leave the house or play such a noisy game." Finland appeared in the doorway.
Luxemburg brushed past him. "I say we play hide and seek. If they come looking for us we don't reply to them."
"Yes!" America fisted the air. "Great, I just need to go get Canada, Then we can eat lunch and then we play!"
"I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHERE CANADA WAS!" Germany roared.
"Did I say that?"
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Romano had no idea how long he had spent hand-cuffed to the bed. No one but the Vikings visited him, and that was only for food. They brother him breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and that was it. They refused to tell him anything. What was worse, they wouldn't even let Romano feed himself. They fed him like a child. Norway wasn't bad; he was patient and kind with Romano but treated him even more like a child. Denmark, on the other hand, was terrible. He force fed Romano and smacked him when the Italian nation yelled at him. Romano had never been more humiliated in his life.
The Mediterranean nation spent most of time staring at the wall thinking about his brother. How was Veneziano doing? Was he crying for Germany and his brother, or had he grown some balls and joined the war?
This day turned out like any other. Romano lay on the bed staring at the wall. He was almost asleep when he heard the door creak open. Deciding to ignore it, Romano remained facing the wall, hoping they would go away and leave him in peace.
"Romano?" A soft, heavily accented voice interrupted his thoughts. That didn't sound like any of the Vikings.
"Cosa?" Romano turned his head to look at the door. Iceland stood in the doorway holding a plate of food. "What are you doing here?" Romano turned back to the wall.
"Well, Dan told me to bring you lunch." Iceland shut the door and approached the bed.
"I'm not hungry." Maybe Iceland would give up now and leave him alonge.
"Romano, you need to eat." Or maybe not. At least he wasn't pulling him by the hair like Denmark did.
"Dammit!" Romano whipped around to face Iceland, the chains clinking. "I said I'm not hungry. Go away, you bastard!"
"If I leave without feeding you, then I will get hurt."
Romano was quiet for a moment. ". . . Is that supposed to make me feel guilty?" he finally asked.
"Please, Romano, I need to talk to you about something."
"About what?" Romano moved to sit against the headboard.
Iceland sat in the chair that had remained beside the bed for the last couple of days. He took a deep breath before speaking.
"The first thing you should know is that the people in your part of the country are speaking the Scandinavian languages," Iceland said.
"You think I didn't notice?" Romano snapped. "All I can think in are those stupid languages. It's giving me a headache." He had secretly wondered if Veneziano was starting to speak the languages too. They were part of the same country.
"Well, I can help." Iceland fiddled with the fork, moving the food around the plate.
"How?" Romano watched him warily.
"It will sort of act like a rebellion against the Vikings."
Okay, now Romano was interested. "And what is that?"
"You learn my languages." Iceland glanced up at Romano, gauging his reaction.
"Cosa? Is that it? I thought you bastards had America on your side. Why doesn't he just beat them and set you all free?"
Iceland looked hurt before he spoke up again. "Guarinn."
"Cosa?" Romano frowned.
"I just called you a bastard." The young nation raised an eyebrow in silent question, waiting for a response.
Romano watched him for a few moments. ". . . Say it again." Iceland's heart beat faster with excitement.
"Gaurinn," he said it slowly.
"Curel-ly?" Romano tried repeating it.
Iceland sighed but persisted. "Gaurinn."
"Gaur-lyn."
"There is no 'l', only an 'r'. Gaurinn."
"Guarinn?" Iceland nodded and Romano cackled. "GUARINN! TAKE THAT, YOU STUPID BASTARDS! GUARINN!" he calmed down after a few moments and looked at the plate in Iceland's lap. "I'm kind of hungry."
Iceland smiled and held up a forkful of food. Romano leaned forward and took the food, chewing is slowly and swallowing. For once, Romano allowed himself to be fed without complaing.
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After lunch, Canada had convinced Denmark to release Hong Kong for the rest of the day. The captured nations had argued briefly over who was going to be 'it'. Finally, Luxemburg had announced that "the muscle-headed donkey" was it.
America, Canada, Luxemburg, China, Hong Kong, Netherlands, and Finland had run off when Germany had turned his back and started counting.
"Fünf . . . vier . . . drei . . . zwei . . . eins. Ready or not here I come!" Germany called, turning around. The kitchen was, of course, empty for anyone but himself.
Germany wandered around the first floor, opening and closing doors at random. After seventeen failed attempts at finding someone he finally stopped to think it over.
'If I were America I would hide in the kitchen, there is food there,' Germany thought to himself. 'But he can't be I just left that room. Canada could be anywhere. Maybe it would be best to start with Netherlands; he sticks out like a sore thumb.'
Giving up, Germany continued down the hall and opened a door at random.
"Hallo?" he asked.
"Hallo, Germany, what can I do for you?" Norway looked up from the table.
Germany pulled out of the room and slammed the door shut. No one could be hiding in there if Norway was in that room. He continued down the hall to the mudroom, stopping at the coat closet.
'Luxemburg is small enough to fit in the closet.' Germany ripped the door open to reveal Finland crouching in the mass of coats. Germany saw America's coat and a puffy jacket with a maple leaf embroidered on it.
"Hitto se kaikki helyettiin!" Finland swore, standing up. "I thought I had the perfect hiding spot!"
"Ja, well, you were wrong." Germany dragged the small Nordic out of the closet and shut the door. "Help me find the others. Do you know where Canada would hide?"
"Um, I think Canada could just stand in the middle of the room and win the game," Finland pointed out.
"Ja, he could." Germany smiled. "But that is not what he is doing."
"I guess not."
"I thought America would hide in the kitchen, but he couldn't have."
"Hm, all we need to do is scream ghost and he'll come running right out."
Germany thought for a moment. "What was the other game America mentioned?"
"Ghost in the Graveyard?" Finland asked.
"Ja, I think he told me about it one time. Should we try that?" Maybe that would America come out of hiding.
"Perhaps," Finland agreed. "Let's try finding someone else first."
"Alright, I searched the entire first floor but I didn't find anyone, only Norway."
"Are you sure? Luxemburg is small, he could hide anywhere."
"I thought about th-" Germany stopped, snapping his fingers. "The music room! I didn't check that room!" He ran off to the east wing of the house with Finland close behind.
"The music room?" Finland poked his head in. Germany was examining every inch of the room, finally stopping at the piano. The German nation smirked and struck a key. When the piano didn't play the note he ripped the lid open.
"Luxemburg, I found you!"
"Ich hasse dich, du Arschloch! (I hate you!)" Luxemburg sat up glaring at Germany.
"Das Gefühl beruht auf Gegenseitigkeit. (The feeling is mutual.)" Germany told him, leaving the young nation to scramble out of the piano himself.
"That was very smart of you, Germany," Finland commented. "I can tell why you did very well in battling."
"Danke, Finland." He had found two nations, only five left.
Luxemburg fell out of the piano while he was trying to get out. "Ow! Arschloch!"
"I wasn't the dummkopf who hid in the piano," Germany pointed out. He left the room wondering who else to look for.
"I hate you so much," Luxemburg hissed. He followed Germany with Finland.
"How are we going to find Netherlands?" Finland asked.
"Simple," Luxemburg said. "We follow the funny smell."
"Very funny, Luxemburg," Germany said, glancing at them over his shoulder.
"What? It's true! Have you ever smelt what he smokes?"
"Nein, I try not to stay in the same room as Netherlands when he does his pot."
"He doesn't always do pot," Luxemburg said. "He was doing some fancy tobacco one time. He used this funny little machine. He acted weirder than normal afterward. I blame India."
"You mean hookah?" Germany asked. "I tried that one time while I was visiting him. Never again."
"You tired it? You idiot, you never try hookah! You get laid up in bed for a week feeling sick as a dog!"
"You've tried it?" Finland asked curiously. Luxemburg flushed scarlet.
"Um, well, I asked Netherlands what he was smoking and he offered me a taste," Luxemburg explained. "Belgium almost killed him."
"That is why I quit visiting Netherlands after the hookah," Germany said. "He actually gave some to Italy one time and left me to deal with the high idiot."
"What Italy like when he's high?" Luxemburg asked.
"He gets very hyper and talks very quickly. He pranks calls everyone and runs onto Switzerland's land because, and I quote, 'I wanted to dance and Switzerland was teaching me how!'"
"You mean Switzerland was shooting at him?"
"Ja, it took me forty minutes to get Italy off his land, and by then he was coming down form the high. He spent a week and a half in bed and Romano blamed it all one me. I'm going to check the living room." Germany headed in the room's direction.
"Hey, guys?" Finland stood by a potted plant. When he saw no one behind him he turned back to the plant. "Well, I was going to tell you that I found Netherlands but I guess you don't want to know. Not like he's going anywhere." Finland wandered toward the living room, leaving a quiet snoring Netherlands behind. He was almost to the room when he heard a shout.
"I FOUND YOU!"
"GAH! TEACHER!" Finland could hear Hong Kong crying.
"Germany!" he raced into the room. Hong Kong sat on the couch crying while Germany stood over him watching sheepishly. "You're not supposed to scare the poor boy to death!"
"Mir leid," Germany apologized. "I didn't mean to." Finland sat next to Hong Kong and rubbed his back reassuringly.
"It's alright, Hong Kong. Big bad Germany didn't mean to scare you; he just has a hard time making friends because of his attitude."
"Was? Hey!"
Hong Kong smiled and sniffled. "I-It's okay, he just surprised me."
"You remind me of Sealand when someone would sneak up behind him. He would jump and cry a lot, especially if he lost the game he was playing."
"I am not a child!" Hong Kong demanded.
"Hey Finland, where is Sealand" Germany asked curiously.
"I don't know." Finland bit his lip. "I'm hoping he's alright."
"Aren't we supposed to be playing Hide and Seek?" Hong Kong stood up, wiping the tears off his cheeks.
"Yeah, I managed to find Netherlands," Finland said.
"Was? Why didn't you tell me?" Germany demanded.
"Well, you left before I could."
"Where is he?"
"Sleeping behind a potted plant."
"Then let's go get him," Germany said. "Maybe he can help us find Canada." He left the room with Hong Kong, Finland, and Luxemburg close behind. They arrived just in time to see Netherlands standing from behind the potted plant, muttering quiet curses.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have fallen asleep, arsch." Luxemburg crossed his arms and glared at his brother.
"Netherlands, do you have any idea where Canada might be?" Germany asked.
"No," Netherlands said coldly, glaring back at his brother. "I may know him but I have no idea where he would hide.
"Well," Finland had a look of deep concentration on his face. "Where do you think someone like Canada would hide? We know he has a history of being a good fighter."
"Ja," Germany agreed. "And I have just learned that he is more trouble than America. No, America is twice as much trouble when he drinks caffeine." Canada had not been able to stop America from drinking four cups of coffee. His older brother had begun to shout random sentences, running around the house. It had ended with him rocking in a rocking chair shouting 'never trust a rabbit!' He had proceeded to tilt too far back in the rocking chair and fell backward. Needless to say the Vikings were never giving him coffee again.
"Maybe teacher would know where he'd hide," Hong Kong suggested.
"So, where is China?" Germany asked.
"How should I know?" Hong Kong glanced around the group with a bored expression. "Maybe he hid in his bedroom."
Luxemburg rolled his eyes. "You guys are a bunch of idiots."
"Are you any better?" Hong Kong demanded.
"I could find China faster than any of you."
Netherlands, Germany, Hong Kong, and Finland exchanged glances in a silent agreement. Finally Hong Kong turned back to Luxemburg.
"Fine, we dare you to find China before us."
Luxemburg opened and closed his mouth before crossing his arms. "Fine, I could do it faster than any of you." He stormed down the hall, looking into every room. The group heard a loud "eep!" when Luxemburg encountered Denmark in one room.
The gathered nations scattered in different directions to both search for Canada and escape from Denmark.
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Sweden was rather surprised when he found Canada hiding in the cabinet in his study. Apparently, so was Canada.
"Wh't are y doing in the c'bin't?" Sweden asked. Canada stood frozen with wide eyes. Finally he found his voice.
"W-We're playing a game," Canada said softly.
"Wh't g'me?"
"Hide and Seek."
"Hn." Sweden shut the cabinet door and moved to his desk, looking over the paperwork. The door study's door creaked open to reveal Germany peeking in.
"Ja?" Sweden glanced up at him. Germany slammed the door shut without answering. "You p'cked a good hid'ng sp't, C'nada," Sweden commented.
"Y-Yeah," Canada agreed. If Sweden was in the room then no one was going to find him. This game could last hours with him stuck uncomfortably in the study's cabinet.
"Looks l'ke no one's going to f'nd you soon," Sweden said. "Th'y d'n't w'nt to c'me in here. You m'ght ev'n win."
"Yeah?" Maybe Netherlands would be brave enough to enter the study. "Um, what are you working on?"
"J'st s'me p'pers. We need to keep your n'tions in health."
The door opened again and this time Netherlands poked his head in. The Dutch nation eyed Sweden, actually walking into the room and peering in the corner. Eventually he opened the cabinet doors to reveal a cramp Canada.
"Netherlands!" The North American nation threw himself at his friend.
"Um . . . yeah." Netherlands patted him on the head before leading him out of the study.
Sweden watched the door shut then returned to the paperwork with a frown. Some of America and Canada's people were rebelling against them. And the populations seemed to have decreased slightly in number.
A few moments after Canada and Netherlands left the study they heard Hong Kong shout.
"I FOUND TEACHER!"
"So, where's America?" Netherlands asked Canada.
"How should I know?"
"Hm." Netherlands thought for a moment. Canada jumped in surprise as the Dutch nation shouted bellowed for the whole household to hear. "Ghost in the graveyard!"
"GAH!" America was heard running down three flights of stairs. He bowled Canada over in his rush to get away from the attic.
"America!" Finland rushed up and he and Netherlands helped the brothers up. "Did you really have to do that?" Finland looked at Netherlands.
"It was funny." Netherlands shrugged. "And it worked."
The way America was waving his hands Finland thought he was going to have another caffeine rush. Only the tears welling in the young nation's eyes said otherwise.
"There's a ghost in the attic!" America said frantically. "It screamed at me when you shouted that!"
"A ghost?" Luxemburg approached the group crossing his arms. "Really, America, how old are you?" he demanded.
"No! There's really a ghost up there!"
"I'll go check," Canada said if only to calm his brother down. He left the group for the attic as China, Hong Kong, and Germany arrived.
"What is going on, aru?" China demanded.
Luxemburg ignored the question. "There are no such things as ghosts."
"Then you've never been on the fields of Gettysburg," America told him. "Those ghosts hate me."
Luxemburg paused in mid-rant. "There are ghosts at Gettysburg?"
"There are ghosts on all the old Civil War grounds. Want to hear about one?" America sat in the middle of the hallway, patting the floor beside him.
"Um, ja, I guess." The captures nations sat around him in a circle with varying expressions. Finland looked excited, Luxemburg was nervous, and Netherlands looked like he could care less. China, Hong Kong, and Germany seemed genuinely interested. Canada returned from the attic shaking his head in disbelief and joined them.
"Well, go on," Luxemburg said. "Tell us a story."
"One night on Christmas Eve the Union soldiers were waiting for back up. They were exhausted, hungry, and jumpy from fighting with the Confederates. Suddenly they heard a crunching noise and immediately fired on the men approaching them. The men turned out to be their reinforcements. Now, every Christmas Eve the reinforcements can be seen marching to take over for the Union solders."
"Eep, they can be seen?" Finland asked, terrified.
"Pfft, that's not a real ghost story," Luxemburg said. "A real one would be about interacting with a ghost. You're just talking about ghosts everyone can see."
"I could tell you about the Headless Horseman," America mused. Canada shook his head, eyes wide.
"No, not that one! Please!"
"Who's the Headless Horseman?" Germany asked.
"He's a guy I beheaded during the Civil War so he haunts me now. It's actually kind of creepy. Fine, here's a better story. I have a baby sister, the Confederate States of America, but I just call her South."
"You have a sister?" Luxemburg sounded shocked.
"Yep!"
"What's she like?" Netherlands and Finland looked curious. There weren't many female nations among them.
"She's the sweetest girl you'd ever meet! But she has poor memory and massive mood swings. She's terrified of chainsaw serial killers in Texas, but not of ghosts."
"She terrified of a chainsaw killer in Texas?" Luxemburg asked disbelievingly.
"Sure, she saw Texas Chainsaw Massacre too many times."
"She's as bad as you," Luxemburg commented.
"Shut up! Anyway, South and I went camping near the Gettysburg filed for her fortieth death-day."
"Death-day?" Finland squeaked. "That's horrible!"
"Don't blame me." America raised his hands defensively. "She doesn't want to celebrate her birthday. So, we didn't realize what would happen."
"What, aru?" China asked curiously.
"The ghosts of Gettysburg woke up and attacked us," America said. " South thought it was fun and started fighting while I cowered behind a log."
"You idiot," Luxemburg snickered. "You hid while you sister fought?"
". . . Yeah. But then South threatened to beat me if I didn't come out of hiding. So I grabbed my gun and attacked the ghosts with South. We fought until six in the morning. And when we got home South said one thing."
"What?" Hong Kong asked.
"Let's do that again!"
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It was nine o'clock at night, the sun had set, and Prussia still couldn't fall asleep. He figured it had to be because of the time difference between Europe and North America. South had convinced him, and intimidated Russia, to join the American Union. For some reason, though, Cuba had made them go to his house instead any of America's fifty houses. Prussia didn't see why they couldn't stay in the White House with the president instead of Cuba's boiling hot home.
The bed dipped low and Prussia felt a warm body press against his back.
"Was?" he rolled over to see South curled up on her side. When she looked up at him he saw the tear stains on her cheeks.
"I had a nightmare," South told him, wiggling closer to Prussia.
Prussia wrapped his arms protectively around her. "About what?"
"I don't really remember." South leaned into the hug. "The only thing I know is that it was about the Civil War. I was in one of the battles against North again."
"Do you get a lot of nightmares?" Gilbird cheeped quietly. Kumajirou yawned and crawled up beside them, snuggling close.
"Not really, only when somethin' big is about to happen. North made me stop goin' to the inaugurations for a while."
"Something big?" Prussia repeated. "Can you tell what?"
"No," South shivered. "But I don't like it. Somethin' just don't feel right."
Kumajirou blinked up at the blearily. "Ragnarok." He yawned and laid his head back down. Prussia blinked down at him in confusion then shook his head.
"Whatever, Kuma." He turned his attention back to South. "Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing." He kissed her head.
"Hey, Prussia?"
"Ja?"
"Can you sing?"
"Ja, what would you like me to sing?" Prussia had spent endless nights with Germany when he had been very young, singing him to sleep.
"Do you know 'All the Pretty Horses'?" South asked.
Prussia snorted softly. "Believe it or not, I do. France and Spain dared me to learn it when I had to spend a week with America. Apparently he gets these scary nightmares once in a while, something about cannons and too much blood."
"Just sing," Kumajirou grumbled, curling up on his side.
"Fine!" Prussia cleared his throat, holding South close.
'Hush-a-by, Don't you cry,
Go to sleep, little baby.
And when you wake, You shall have cake,
And all the pretty little ponies.
Paint and bay, Sorrel and gray,
All the pretty little ponies.
So hush-a-by, Don't you cry,
Go to sleep, little baby.
Way down yonder
In de medder
There's a po' lil lambie,
De bees an' de butterflies
Peckin' out its eyes,
De po' lol lambie cried, "Mammy!"
Hush-by, Don't you cry
Go to sleep a little baby
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapples and grays
Coach and six a little horses
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses'
South sighed quietly, relaxing in Prussia's arms as she fell asleep.
'Hush-by, Don't you cry
Go to sleep a little baby
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses'
Prussia held the sleeping ex-nation close as he finished the song.
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Scotland sat alone in the hotel room watching the television. Pictures flickered across the screen of ships docking in ports and armed soldiers attacking the Washington D.C. and the capitals of the thirteen original colonies. Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island, and New Brunswick were also hit by the ships.
It had been Scotland, Ireland, Northern Ireland, and Wales who had attacked America and Canada. Well, not so much attacked. They forcefully evacuated as many people as they could in a short amount of time. Scotland had personally retrieved the America president while Wales picked up the prime minister of Canada.
Scotland took a deep drag of his cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs. After the raid last night he was exhausted. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, Scotland exhaled the smoke through his nostrils. Fire had never hurt him. And never would. It would only burn those who hurt his baby brother.
We're playing a game.
A/N: Hookah originated in India. We've never tried it before so we don't actually know how it affects you.
Plenty of the fields from the Civil War are believed to be haunted. One of the reasons is that those men never got to say goodbye to their loved ones or had their Last Rights read to them. They're spirits are restless.
The story America told about the Christmas Eve ghosts is a real one I read in a book. I don't quite remember what battle it was from.
The Headless Horseman is from a story called "Legend of Sleepy Hollow" by John Quidor during 1828. America's version is just a made up story. It's actually supposed to be reference to when Pollux screwed up a version of RVA. Sorry!
William T Sherman, a Union major general, led the March to the Sea. He actually spent most of the Civil War in the asylum. He had been telling people the Civil War was going to be the bloodies battle they ever saw and no one believed him so they locked him away. Years later General Ulysses S. Grant had him released from the asylum and placed in charge of part of the army. The two old friends were as thick as thieves. Sherman led the March to the Sea without even telling Grant about it. He sabotaged the Confederates and eventually captured Savannah, Georgia. He helped to bring the war to an end.
The Civil War started in Wilmer McLean's front yard and later in his front parlor. The first battle forced him and his family out of their house. Generals Grant and Lee later met in his parlor to sign the surrender of the war. Isn't that neat?