time skip~

his wounds covered and disinfected, we were now flying across the dusty landscape to the swiss base. Switzerland was driving now, because not only did i not know my way back but he also was stubbornly insisting i had done enough. so i sat in silence, not knowing what to do. after i had finished he had looked at me with cold eyes and got behind the wheel. the few meager attempts i had made towards explaining the situation was met with a brief headshake. so i didn't push further.

"we are almost there."

his voice sliced through the atmosphere like a hammer on glass and i just couldn't bring myself to comment so i just dumbly nodded my head while staring at the floor. he was right though, it was only a minute and we pulled up to what had looked like a small sand dune suddenly revealed a hidden encampment, with people running around loading heavy artillery in to tents to be cleaned or loaded. no sooner did we pull in that we were surrounded and any direction i looked i saw down a gun barrel. instinctively i tried to hide behind him, not that it did any good. i heard him say in a loud clear tone a few words in his native language and they all stepped down. 'pierce the gloom in which we cower' a sentence from his national anthem. suddenly a hand roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me towards a tent nuzzled off to the corner surrounded by weapons and small tanks. i didn't fight it recognizing it as his hand. once we got inside he turned and said in a commanding voice

"you are not to leave this tent. do you understand?"

i nodded

" you are to stay on that cot over there, you are a nation so normal needs do not apply to you, you have no reason to leave. i will bring your meals to you but this is war, it will not be right away. do you understand?"

again i nodded

"you will also answer to me as other soldiers do, you say 'yes sir'. do you understand"

i almost nodded again but caught myself and said weakly

"yes...sir"

and just like that he was gone. true to his word he would come back once or twice with a small plate of food and would leave without a word. it went on like that for four days until he suddenly stopped coming in, i could hear what sounded like planes taking off and landing again. it had been two days since he stopped coming and i long since stopped caring that i was hungry, or

that my chest and head hurt from being in a cramped tent next to all the machinery and the fumes radiating off of them. all i wanted was to see switzerland, to find out if he was still mad at me or if he was ok. what if america got to him again? what if he was lost in the desert? what if he was laying somewhere with a bullet in his back? my thoughts kept pestering me and sitting on a cot went from boring to torture. no one came by, no one could tell me what's going on, they just left me alone, no doubt because switzerland told them too. i wanted to cry but i couldn't it was my fault that i was here in the first place. so there i sat, my face pushed into my knees as i tried to protect myself from my fears.

Time skip~

it was later that night that he finally came in. cloths dirty but to my relief i couldn't see any blood. he tossed me a small shirt and pair of military style pants

"put those on and follow me"

"yes si-

but he was already gone. i quickly changed and stepped out into the darkness where i followed switzerland to a small plane. the only thing left other than the tent i was staying in but that was being torn down and packed up. we boarded the plane and once again sat in silence. i tried to make conversation but as soon as i opened my mouth to speak he cut me off by saying

"we are flying over enemy territory just sit quiet until we are home." and so i did.

Time skip~

i walked through the hallway taking extra care with each step and focusing on the floor. it had been two days since we got back and i still hadn't been able to talk with switzerland about what had happened. it was tearing me to pieces but i didn't know what to do. so i decided to give him some space and time to think yeah like the WEEK of avoiding me wasn't enough time? shocked at the thought i shook my head, how could i even think that? he was probably busy and i am overthinking things. so wrapped up in my thoughts i didn't notice that i had reached the door and hit my head on it.

"come in"

quickly i stopped rubbing my bump and opened the door to his office

"um, excuse me for interrupting your work bruder. but i have received an invitation to miss. hungary's sleep over."

"very well."

so i went up stairs and began to pack my suitcases. Even with my growing worry with switzerland i was happy. Hungary always held a sleepover around this time. it was three days and two nights of all the female countries hanging out and having fun. since there were so few of us we tried to hang out as often as possible. as i packed my clothes into my suitcase and layed down with a smile on my face, it didn't take long before i slipped into a deep sleep.

i stumbled through the dirty streets with rain pouring down, soaking me too the bone. i looked around at the homeless and starving people of my nation. the people i failed. a little girl walked over to me and looked me in the eyes. "please miss, do you have food? i need food for my mother." and she gestured over to a straggly woman who was choking, desperately trying breath. she kept mumbling over and over again for food and water. i looked at the ground to ashamed to meet the young girls eyes as i said. i'm sorry i have nothing. without saying anything she just turned and shuffled away before collapsing next to her mother. as i turned to leave i looked up and saw her staring at me with flat, hopeless eyes. those eyes haunted me as i continued down the road into an alleyway that would lead to my house. i tried desperately to reach my home but with each step i took i came closer to collapsing. Finally i had enough and leaned on a wall, unable to hold myself up i slid into a puddle. and there i sat waiting for my nation and by extension myself to die. it seemed like forever before a shadow approached me, and i looked into the eyes of my savior, my brother, my switzerland. but instead of reaching out to me like he always did, he shook his head backing away. desperately i reached out for him but i was alone once again.

HI. I NEED YOUR HELP I HAVE THE NEXT CHAPTER DONE BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO FROM THERE SO UNLESS I GET SOME SUGGESTIONS IT MAY BE A BIT BEFORE I POST AGAIN WHILE I OVER COME WRITERS BLOCK. ALSO CAN ANYONE THINK OF ANY GOOD HUMAN NAMES FOR Monaco AND Seychelles? AND THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO LIKED THIS AND IS READING IT. I LOVE YOU ALL, YOUR AWESOME~