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A/N: Hey, everyone!
I know I promised you this chapter yesterday, but I didn't have the energy to edit. Besides, I had to do homework. Sorry about that.
Alright, we have five requests in total! Dala would like Bosnia to date Northern Ireland and for the nations' flags to be burned. Caha would like to see Israel again. Missy wants to see Andorra and Turkey together and Australia's koala.
*WARNING, TORTURE SCENE AHEAD. IT'S NOT SOMETHING LIKE WE'VE DONE BEFORE. YE BE WARNED!*
(It might not be as bad as we're making it out to be, but just be prepared.)
Enjoy! Please review!
American Civil War
1861 – 1865
The United States of America vs. the Confederate States of America
Australia sat awkwardly in the chair. A steaming cup of tea sat on the table beside him. The male nation had walked into Japan's room to confront her about her cold attitude but had heard her showering. Tapping a finger on his knee nervously, Australia thought about what he was going to do. He couldn't come outright and point fingers. But at the same time he didn't want to beat around the bush.
The water stopped and Australia perked up. It was a few more minutes before Japan stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of black pants and a sweater. Her eyes widened at the sight of Australia.
"K-Kon'nichiwa, Australia-san," she said, bowing slightly to the younger nation. "I had no idea you were in my room. You should have made yourself known."
"Yeah, sorry about that." Australia stood as he scratched the back of his head. "Look, Japan, I wanted to talk." He suddenly paused, noticing the female nation's dark eyes. "Actually, can I ask you a question?"
"Hai, Australia-san." Japan nodded her head and folded her hands before her.
Australia thought for several moments before finally speaking. "When you first came to my house," he said. "What was the first thing to jump on you?"
Japan hung her head shamefully. "A . . . how would you say? Kangarū."
"Alright, so it is you," Australia sighed in relief. "I just want to know." Taking Japan's hand, he sat down on the bed and dragged her down beside him. "Why have you been avoiding me?"
"Australia's san," Japan said, shifting nervously. "I do not wish to talk about this. It is very private and I do not wish to put anyone in trouble."
"But we're dating," Australia protested. "Why shouldn't we talk about it?"
"We are finish dating, Australia-san." Japan looked down at her hands. "I thought I made that clear when I said we should stop seeing each other. Gomen'nasai."
"Yeah?" Australia stood, scowling down at Japan. "Well you didn't tell me why you left."
"I-I . . ." Japan's eyes widened and she finally hung her head. "England-chan told me you were still thinking about World War Two."
"What?" Australia stared at her in surprise. "Why do you think I'm still thinking about that? I got over it years ago. What happened happened. We can't change the past."
"You admitted to your mother several years ago when she confronted you about forming the British Empire," Japan explained. "You were still angry about what I had done during the War and was leading me on."
Australia rested a hand on a bedpost, leaning over Japan. "Is that what you think of me?" he hissed. The wood under his hand slowly began to darken and smoke. "That I'm just going to lead you on?"
"I-I." Japan leaned away from the younger nation. "I told England-chan you would do no such thing but she told me I should not trust you. You lie too much."
"I lie?" Australia roared. Fire rippled down his arm, burning the sleeve of his shirt. "You think I lie?"
"Nō!" Japan rushed to her feet and grabbed Australia's arm. "Please calm down! You are going to injure yourself!"
"Calm down?" Australia shoved Japan away from himself. "My ex-girlfriend just told me she left me because I'm a liar who leads her on, and you're telling me to calm down?" His entire shirt fell to cinders when flamed erupted around his torso. Japan's eyes widened and a hand flew to cover them. She quickly lowered it, thinking about her current situation."
"I am sorry, Australia-san," she said quickly. "I should have known better than to listen to your mother. England-chan and I have been friends for many years, but you and I were dating. I should have more faith in you."
"She's not my mum," Australia snapped. "Do you even know what I'm made of?"
"You were a penal colony," Japan said, thinking quickly through her history.
"Now try having a father who wants nothing to do with you," Australia spat. The fire around him began to sputter and die.
Japan stood and moved to stand before Australia. Ignoring the dwindling fire, she placed a hand to his cheek.
"I am sorry for what happened to you, Australia-san," she said softly. "It must have been hard for you, being so young."
Australia covered her hand with his still warm one. "What are we going to do?" he asked.
"Well." Japan stood on her tiptoes to try and be eye level with Australia. "First we are going to tell England-chan to, how do you say it? 'Buzz off'?"
"Mind your bizzo," Australia corrected.
"I beg your pardon?" Japan asked incredulously.
"You've never heard that phrase before?" Australia asked in surprise. "I thought everyone used it."
"Only you . . . Aussies," Japan said. Tired of standing on her toes, she climbed onto the bed, towering over Australia. "And, how do you call your brother? Ostriches?"
"You mean Kiwi?" Australia chuckled. "Ostriches live in Africa, not Kiwi."
"I will have to remember that." Japan nodded seriously. She placed her hands on Australia's shoulders. "Then we will tell England-chan to 'mind her bizzo'."
"Too true." Australia grinned. "I'm sorry about the blue, Japan."
"The what?" Japan cocked her head in confusion.
"The blue," Australia sighed. "We had a blue just now."
"A blue," Japan repeated, rolling the words in her mouth like fine wine. "You are very strange, Oz-kun."
"Am I?" Australia wrapped his arms around Japan's waist and lifted her into the air. "Well it makes it all the more fun."
"Hai." Japan wrapped her legs around Australia's waist and rested her head on his shoulder. "You might be a troublemaker, Oz-kun," she said. "But you are my troublemaker."
"I'm glad." Australia pressed a kiss to Japan's cheek. "I wouldn't want it any other way."
o)O(o
There was a great pounding in the back of Romano's head as he woke up. The last thing he remembered was Deutschland's fist flying toward his head. That had been after a long drive in the van and then a flight Romano hardly remembered.
Romano raised a hand to his head and found he couldn't move his arm. Eyes snapping open, the Italian nation stared down at himself. He was dressed in only shorts. Thick, black leather straps locked his arms and legs against the table. He couldn't move his arms or legs an inch in any direction. Light barely leached in through small cracks in the ceiling. Oxygen was pumped in through a vent near the nation's head.
"Dammit," Romano muttered, shaking his head to clear it. Thick padding in the shape of a 'u' buffeted any of his head movements.
There was a creaking noise and the top half of the ceiling was lifted up, resting on its hinges. Romano squinted up in the sudden light to see Deutschland smirking down at him.
"What the hell do you want?" Romano snapped. He strained against his bonds but they refused to budge. "Why am I strapped to a table?"
"The subject appears to be very resistant," Deutschland commented, as though speaking into a recorder. "Extra restraints may be necessary."
"What are you talking about?" Romano, twisting his wrists painfully. "Who's out there? I'll kill the bastard!"
Deutschland ignored Romano, instead reaching over to pull up more straps. The black leather was locked over Romano's chest and waists, effectively pinning him down further.
"Let me go!" Romano thrashed as violently as he could, which really wasn't much. "Let me go now and I might not kill you!"
"The subject is now making threats," Deutschland commented. He lifted up what looked like a metal skeleton. He placed it over Romano, setting several latches in place. The Mediterranean nation could see tubes spanning across the metal. It was several moments before he saw the sharp needles situated several inches apart from each other.
"What are you doing?" Romano shrieked. His struggled increased with fear. Deutschland ignored the nation again, lowering and locking the pod once more. "Let me out of here!" Romano screamed. "Please! Let me out! Spain, you bastard, save me!"
Muffled voices carried through the pod's walls before a hum began to pick up around Romano. A row of lights flickered on one by one, covering the nation in a purple glow. Romano squirmed against the restraints uselessly, squinting as the ultra violet lights brightened until they were almost blinding.
There was a crackle and Deutschland's voice echoed through the pod.
"It would be best if you relaxed," the War said. "I wouldn't want you to cause too much damage to yourself."
"No!" Romano shouted back. "You get tied down in a coffin and shone bright lights in your eyes and see how you like it! Let me out!"
"The subject refuses to cooperate," Deutschland commented. "I will now begin with the injections. One third of the serum will be administered into the bones. The second third will be injected into the blood vessels. And the last third will be placed directly into the muscles."
"What are you talking about?" Romano panicked. "L-Let me out!"
"I will now begin with the bones injections." Romano heard several keys tapped through the pod's walls.
Several needles began to descend on Romano, piercing his skin and heading deep past the muscle. Romano screamed as he tried to thrash against the bonds pinning him down. He didn't dare move his head for fear of snapping off the needles there.
"STOP!" But it was useless.
The needles paused for a moment before they began to spin, drilling into the bones. The restrains kept Romano pinned in one place as he struggled against them. The pain was like nothing he had ever felt before.
"Stop! Please!" Romano howled desperately. Tears ran down the side of his face and landed on the table. "It hurts!"
"Commencing with the second set," Deutschland said.
More needles lowered and pierced the nation, stopping when they hit the blood vessels. Romano froze, a whimper escaping his throat. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.
"And now the final set." The last set of needles pierced Romano stopping in the muscles. "We will now began with the injection process."
Romano's breathing hitched and more tears escaped his eyes. There was a hiss and the serum traveled through the tubes quickly, entering Romano through the needles. When they were emptied, the needles drew out of the nation.
Romano collapsed against the metal table, staring at the ceiling helplessly. If there was a Hell, it had to be paradise compared to this.
The UV lights hummed louder as they began to brighten and a burning sensation flowed through Romano's body. The nation wailed, struggling weakly against the restraints. His whole body ached with every move he made.
"S-Stop," he croaked. "Per favore."
The process continued until the lights suddenly turned off and the pod fell silent. The burning sensation still coursed through Romano who gritted his teeth and tried to flex his fingers.
The pod's lid was lifted up and Deutschland stood over Romano once more.
"The subject appears to be conscious after the process," the War said in faint surprise.
"Y-You are a bastard," Romano spat weakly.
"The subject continues to fight as well." Deutschland reached down, moving as if to slap Romano. The nation recognized the motion almost immediately and jerked his face away, flinching.
"The subject shows significant improvement in reaction," Deutschland commented. "Testing will continue in forty-eight hours."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Romano cracked one eye open to glare up at Deutschland. "What did you do?"
"You, my dear Romano." The War leaned down to give the nation a feral grin. "Are now a War."
o)O(o
Morocco opened the front door and stared down at the two young men standing before her. Pain, joy, worry, and sorrow flashed over her face before she settled for fury. Grabbing both states by the ear, she dragged them into the house.
"How dare you?" Morocco shrieked. "How dare you come here?"
Cyprus snuck past the furious nation to quietly close the door.
"Ouch! Ma!" Texas struggled against his mother, wincing when his ear was pulled. "We came with messages for you and Pa!"
Alabama clutched his mother's wrist, trying to get her to let go. "Come, on, Ma!"
"Just you wait until your father hears about this," Morocco hissed as she dragged the two states into the meeting hall.
The remains of the furniture had been moved out and several of the nations looked up in surprise. Germany, Belgium, Russia, and Switzerland stood at the head of the replaced table.
"It's not Pa I'm worried about," Texas muttered under his breath. "Ouch!"
"Morocco?" America called from another room. "Please tell me the Wars have sent some of their state selves to infiltrate us and those aren't actually my kids."
"Where is your belt?" Morocco snapped at her husband. "Two of our darling children have come to visit us and I have half a mind to whip them."
"Ma!" Texas said in shock.
"That's child abuse!" Alabama argued.
"So two of our kids were stupid enough to land themselves in a war zone . . . again?" America stepped into the room and planted his hands on his hips.
"Only to bring you a message," Alabama said quickly.
"Do you honestly think we wished you to come here?" Morocco hissed, twisting Alabama's ear. "This is no war zone, this is a death zone!"
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Alabama tried to twist his head with his mother's hand. "It was Texas' idea, not mine! I'm no idiot!"
"Hey!" Texas glared at his older brother.
Morocco glared down at her second son. "Is this true?"
"Yeah, Ma," Texas sighed. His eyes flicked nervously between his parents. "But only because every time we tried to call y'all the line was disconnected."
"That does not give you the right to march right on over here!" Morocco released Alabama, bringing her now free hand down on her son's rear end. Texas yelped, even though he was only an inch or two shorter than America.
"We know where the yaller dogs are!" he shouted.
America froze. "The yaller dogs?" he repeated.
"That is no excuse!" Morocco snapped as she continued to punish her son.
"Yaller dogs?" South poked her head into the room. "Did I hear someone say 'yaller dogs'?" Alabama made a face and turned away from his aunt, crossing his arms.
"Ma!" Texas whined.
"Morocco," Germany said, finally brave enough to speak. The nations had been watching Morocco and the states in shock for several minutes. "Let him tell us what he knows."
Morocco froze and looked up at Germany with stormy eyes.
"Babe." America sidled up to his wife and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Why don't you let Tex talk? You can punish him later . . . when the whole world isn't watching and I won't be judged for letting you do it."
Morocco glared down at her son. "Don't think this gets you out of trouble," she warned and released Texas.
"Didn't even cross my mind," Texas grumbled as he rubbed his ear. Several nations could see a distinct difference between the skin of his right and left hands. "Howdy, y'all, my name's Texas and I'm the largest state of the lower forty-eight."
"Privet, Texas," Russia said with a smile. "You have news for us?"
"Yes, sir," Texas said, fixing his cowboy hat that had tilted sideways. "A few months ago a couple of us youngins had some strange visitors. They were lookin' for warehouses in empty neighborhoods or isolated areas."
"It wasn't just us, either," Alabama added. "Every one of us had a visitor lookin' at warehouses. They never told us what they needed it for. It wasn't until three weeks ago they finally settled on a set of warehouses."
"Did they ever use the warehouses?" Estonia asked wisely.
"No, sir." Texas shook his head. "They paid for a year's use but didn't start usin' them until yesterday."
"Yesterday?" Netherlands crossed his arms and leaned against the table. "Didn't the thief say the Wars would be leaving some castle?"
"Ja, he did." Germany scratched his chin. "They must be moving the captured nations so we can't find them."
"Good thing we had Cali monitoring the World Wide Web for warehouse purchases," Texas said as he pulled out an iPhone and started tapping on the screen. "We have a list of warehouses they've rented out that are in the middle of nowhere."
Albania stood from his seat in the corner, wincing as he limped over to Texas. "I can look at them and tell you whether or not the Wars would use them." He held out of his hand for the phone.
"Okay." Texas shrugged and handed the iPhone over.
"Watch out," Netherlands grumbled. "He might keep it for himself."
"Albania ignored Netherlands as he continued to toy with the iPhone. "I don't really like using iPhones," he commented.
"It took me a while to get the han' of it." Texas waved his right hand. "It didn't really like my fake hand."
Alabama moved across the room so he didn't have to stand by South.
"If we were able to find the warehouses," Austria ventured. "Then we'd be able to rescue the captured nations."
"And take those un-awesome Wars out!" Prussia added, punching the air.
"Self-destruction will commence in one minute," a cool voice announced from the iPhone. Every nation and state froze and stared at Albania who was looking at the phone in shock.
"IPhones have a self-destruct?" Belgium asked in confusion. "Why would they have that?"
"Non." Canada shook his head. "That would make them too dangerous."
Every nation looked at Albania.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"I told you," Albania snapped. "I'm not very good at using iPhones!"
"Thirty seconds," the cool voice said.
"Give me that!" America snatched the iPhone and started fiddling with it. "Come on! Come on! Don't self-destruct!"
"Self-destruction in twenty seconds." The nations near America stepped several feet away from him.
"Screw it!" America threw the phone out an open window.
Hong Kong covered her ears and tucked her head into Iceland's chest, the male nation wrapping an arm around her. Czech, Liechtenstein, and several other small nations dove under the table.
"Give," the voice could be heard through the window. "Four. Three. Two. One. Self-destruct commencing."
Canada covered his head quickly, whimpering. Germany tensed and prepared to shout at someone.
There was a small bang and a burst of flames shot up beside the window. Smoke soon drifted up from where the destroyed iPhone laid on the ground.
"That was my favorite phone," Texas said in shock. "It talked back to me."
"I'll get you a new one," America assured his son.
"Please tell me you have the information stored somewhere else?" Germany asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Of course," Texas said incredulously. "What do you think I am? Stupid or somethin'?"
"Someone in this room is." Netherlands glared at Albania. The other nation sent him a wink and Switzerland and Cuba had to restrain the Dutch nation before he could attack Albania.
"I wish you were this rough in bed," Mexico commented nonchalantly. Netherlands froze, a blush spreading across his face.
"Alabama?" Texas turned to his brother.
"Right." Alabama pulled his own iPhone out. "We also got this message from an anonymous person." He turned to show the message to the nations.
Hsbnd, ur ded.
"Does anyone have any idea what that means?" Alabama asked. Every nation save for one shook their heads. Albania had a look of mirth on his face.
"Whatever." Alabama shrugged. "Alright. There are two warehouses in America: one in California and one in Florida. One each in Siberia, Vietnam, Sweden, and China."
"Six warehouses," Germany said through gritted teeth. "We will have to split up again."
"And we're a few nations short, ana," Thailand pointed out.
"A few?" Netherlands barked a laugh. "We've lost practically a third of our nations."
"It does not matter," Germany snapped. "This time we will plan out the groups better. Place the fighting nations amongst our groups.
Netherlands sighed but nodded, dragging Belgium and America with him to help plan the groups.
America yelped as he was dragged along. "Don't kill them, Babe!"
Morocco turned to her sons and crossed her arms, looking like a very sever nun. "Are there any last words?" she asked.
"I lived a full and happy life," Alabama said from across the room.
"I just want my arm back." Texas raised his right arm.
"To the bedroom." Morocco pointed ahead of herself. "Unless you two would like your punishment here?"
"No!" Both states hurried out of the room with their mother. The nations watched them leave silently.
"She's as bad as you, West," Prussia cackled.
"Shut up, bruder," Germany grumbled.
o)O(o
Denmark groaned and curled in on himself tighter. Despite the fact he was now out of the van and lying on a bed, he still felt like he was rocking from side to side. His clothes were drenched in sweat and a headache pounded through his skull.
A calloused hand pressed to Denmark's forehead. "S'gns of f'ver," a voice said above him. "M'tion s'ckness, sw'llen l'mph n'des."
Denmark moaned and shoved Sverige's hand away from himself.
"Wh't h'ppened to you?" Sverige asked. He forced Denmark to roll onto his back and pushed the nation's shirt up. Checking Denmark over, he found the swelling in the nation's armpits. "Wh're did you get the B'bonic Pl'gue fr'm?"
"Don't touch me," Denmark muttered, shoving Sverige again.
"You're s'ck," Sverige snapped. "If you c'ntinue to act th's way, th'n I'll str'p you to a t'ble again."
"I said don't touch me!" Denmark used the last of his strength to shove Sverige into the wall. He failed when the War caught his right arm
"Kn'ck it off." Sverige forced the arm to the bedpost, binding it there with a strip of leather.
"Nej!" Denmark wrapped a weak hand around Sverige's wrist. "Don't."
"You're only going to h'rt yours'lf," Sverige said as he grabbed the wrist and bound it to the opposite bed post. Denmark yanked on his bindings, glaring up at Sverige.
"What are ya going ta do ta me?" he demanded. "Wait fer me ta die?"
"Nej," Sverige said as he moved down to bind Denmark leg's to the bed. "I'm going wait for you to heal b'fore I v'visect you. Or did you f'rget?"
"Lort," Denmark cursed. "Where am I?"
"You're in Sw'den," Sverige said with a smirk. "We m'ved you all so we couldn't be found again."
"Ya really think that's going ta help?" Denmark chuckled, coughing slightly.
"Ja, I h'pe it does." Sverige finished tying Denmark down. "Unt'l we get a b'tter pl'n."
"A better plan?" Denmark growled. "Ya mean when ya know how ta kill us and survive?"
"Of course," Sverige said.
Denmark opened his mouth to respond but ended up turning his away to cough. It was several minutes before he could take a wheezing breath.
"Now, wh're did you c'tch the B'bonic Pl'gue?" Sverige asked. He moved back to the head of the bed.
"Ya can still catch it," Denmark wheezed. "Or did ya forget that?"
"I can't," Sverige said. "We W'rs h've str'nger imm'ne s'stems."
"Ja?" Denmark managed to choke out. "Well we don't. We can still catch our death." He chuckled weakly at his own joke.
"And I'm h're to st'p th't fr'm h'ppening." Sverige opened a suitcase that had been set on the table. He withdrew a set of metal poles and snapped them together to form an IV stand. Next he pulled out a smaller suitcase.
"What are ya doing?" Denmark yanked on his wrist, glaring at the War.
"It's p'nicillin," Sverige said. He set the IV stand at the head of the bed and hung a bag from it. Taking the needle, he placed it against Denmark's arm.
"How do I know it's not poison?" Denmark spit as he yanked his arm away.
"You don't." Sverige pinned the arm down and stabbed the needle into Denmark's arm. "You w'll h've to tr'st me."
"With what ya plan ta do ta me?" Denmark growled. "I doubt I'll ever trust ya." He collapsed into another coughing fit.
"Good," Sverige said as he withdrew a syringe from his pocket. "Tr'st won't keep you al've on the b'ttlefield. S'spicion w'll." He injected the caffeine straight into Denmark's vein.
o)O(o
Poland hurried into the abandoned cabin and settled herself in the farthest corner from France as possible. The three nations had managed to make it several miles in the few days they had been running for their lives. The Wars had been unable to catch them so far. They couldn't even track them thanks to the leaves covering the ground.
China and France exchanged a few words before China moved to crouch beside Poland.
"Are you alright, Poland, aru?" China asked, stroking the smaller nation's hair.
"Nie." Poland buried her face in her arms. "I totally betrayed Germany."
"How can you say that?" China asked softly. France turned his back on the two and began exploring the cabin. "It was not your choice to be violated, aru." Poland only sobbed in response, her shoulders shaking.
"Poland." China sat down beside Poland and pulled her close. "Do you know what Germany is going to do, aru?"
"He's going to, like, kill me," Poland hiccupped. "He'll be so disgusted he's going to totally kill me."
"No." China nuzzled Poland's hair. "Germany is going to love you no matter what. The only one he will be disgusted with will be Lietuva. That War will have nowhere to hide in this world from Germany, aru."
"Why would he, like, love me?" Poland mumbled. "After what I did?"
"After what happened to you, aru," China corrected Poland. France glanced over his shoulder at the pair.
"Perhaps I could be of some help, China," France said, leaning against a counter. "Pologne, do you really think Allemagne would be more disgusted with you than himself?"
"But he hated me," Poland shined. "He, like, really hated me during Druga wojna światowa. He totally kept telling me that."
"But does he hate you anymore?" France asked. "Do you recall what happened to you two when you disappeared for five minutes? What you refused to tell any of us?" China looked slightly confused at the word but didn't say anything.
Poland remained silent and kept her face hidden from France and China.
"Pologne." France moved to crouch before Poland. "As your friend, I am asking you to think better of Allemagne."
"Why should I?" Poland asked softly. "After all he totally did in Druga wojna światowa, why should I trust him?"
"Parce que your love will live, die, and be reborn." France opened his hand, offering a golden ring to Poland. "He swore to love you no matter what happens when he proposed to you."
Poland lifted her face up, staring at the ring in shock. "Where did you, like, get that?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"It fell out of Lietuva's pocket." France gently took Poland's left hand and slid the ring onto her third finger. He closed her hand and kissed the back of it. "Trust me, Pologne, it is what friends do."
"But what if he doesn't, like, love me?" A tear ran down Poland's cheek. "What if he totally leaves me?"
"Then you and are going to buy lots of ice cream and whine, and plot Allemagne's demise," France said firmly. "He would be a fool to let such a pretty face leave him."
"Really?" Poland giggled softly.
"Mais oui." France smirked. "And we will talk Prusse and Espagne into helping us. Allemagne won't know what hit him."
"I hope that you will still give Germany a chance, aru," China said, tucking a lock of Poland's hair back.
"Perhaps you should take your own advice," France said, and China jumped in surprise. "Give us a chance to forgive you. I have seen the way you've been avoiding us, Chine."
China ducked his head, his hair falling forward to hide his face.
"Like, don't be mean to Dziadek," Poland scolded.
"Grand-père?" France smirked at China who glared at him. "You are getting old, Chine."
"Shut up, aru," China muttered furiously.
"You're, like, being mean, Wielki Brat. (Big Brother.)" Poland scowled.
"Désolé," France apologize. He stood and brushed his knees off. "Get some rest, we'll need to move again tomorrow so they can't find us."
"Fine," Poland muttered and stood, heading for one of the bedrooms. She glanced over her shoulder fearfully.
"Would you like me stay with you, Poland, aru?" China asked as he stood from the floor.
"Tak, proszę." Poland stared down at her feet shyly.
"Very well, aru." China took Poland's hand and led her to the bedroom.
"I will stand watch," France said with a soft smile. "No one will sneak up on us tonight."
A/N: What did you think?
American Civil War – (1861 – 1865) the United States of America vs. the Confederate States of America
Casualties: 825,000
Results: Slavery abolished, the country remains together, and the Reconstruction Era begins. Five days after General Lee's surrender President Lincoln (possibly the greatest president to ever live) is assassinated by John Wilkes Booth.
Did you know the most Americans did in the American Civil War than any other war? Well, duh! It was Americans versus Americans!
Google says if you don't have your inhaler (aka Denmark) drink caffeine.
When you're exposed to UV (ultra violet) lights, your DNA gets excited and is susceptible to mutation. Extreme heat causes your DNA to unravel. DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME!
For those of you who can't read shorthand:
Hsbnd, ur ded.
Husband, you're dead.
Oh, we don't know what's ailing our very ill and dying patient? Give them penicillin! No, seriously, this stuff works wonders.
The Black Death was one of the worst catastrophes in human history. It killed around 75 to 200 million people throughout Europe. This was partially due to the fact they – DIDN'T HAVE PENICILLIN! – POLLUX! I was going to say 'didn't have good health standards and were still very big in the church. Like I said, no penicillin. WILL YOU SHUT UP? Bleagh.
I CAN'T FEEL MY FINGERS!