Well, next to no one will read this 2 1/2 hour of to produce piece of shit, but here you go.
No one tells their friends, so I should probably just stop and give up on been an author, but here I go, all emo again.
You stupid pathetic fucking bitch.
Well, my mother reads them, and my best friend, so that matters.
Paradoxal Suicide~ Chapter 4
'I know who you are, and I don't love you any more' ~Amy Lee, Evanescence, (from the song 'Everybody's Fool' )
The only solemn sound in the room was that of the constant dipping of the moistst stalactites, beads of moisture slipping from their tips and into the pool beside the countries, creating ominous splatters and plops that cascaded and echoed around the room, making it feel even more huge and empty. The blue flames didn't even crack, and the water didn't stir, excluding the occasional ripple from a falling drop.
Ireland cleared her throat, the noise shredding through the silence like the blade of a katana to a sheet of silk, and she had to reach out and hold Germany's hand, just to assure herself that he was there, that she wasn't alone, and the walls weren't closing in around her. He twined their fingers together, and looked around, dragging in breath like the oxygen was been drained from the room. It felt like he was, (Quite ironically) in some sort of gas chamber, the oxygen drowned out by fear and pressure, the silent screams of the other countries drowning out every scrap of sanity he had. As though sensing the tense atmosphere and the fearful emotions, Wales cocked her pistol, and inserted another 6 bullets into her revolver, checking that the bag attached to her belt was zipped shut, protecting her precious ammunition. The noises dragged Germany back into reality, and he looked around rapidly, icy eyes scanning the environment once again. Ireland squeezed his hand as she looked up at him, her usually bright, hopeful hazel eyes now thickly coated in a glistening glaze of concern, and somewhere deep down, though she was forcing it back, there was fear painted across her face, hiding the person that walked into the portal behind a fake layer of personality.
"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice soft and subtle, smiling gently at him, like she always had, even all those years ago when they were mere children, inseparable, as close as a girl and a boy could ever get.
Then she was ripped away from him, dragged over an ocean, forced out of contact with him for more than 5 years.
Yet they still kept their promises.
It was nearly surreal, that she believed in him so much.
She wore the necklace he gave her on the day they parted every day, hiding it under her shirt at school, kicking and screaming until her throat was raw when a teacher had attempted to take it off her, for the sake of hope, always believing what he had told her;
'Keep this on, and I'll never lose you, I'll come and find you if you're lost'
And he did. After 5 years, of praying, 5 years of hoping, he returned to her, and she hadn't left him since.
And she wasn't going to leave him now.
People told her, 'You're 17, he isn't coming back', or, 'Still waiting on Prince Charming?', or her most hated one; 'You're kids. You don't know what love is', her own father telling her: ' A 17 year old cannot be so deeply in love with someone, that they would stay where they were for more than 5 years, waiting for him to come and save them'.
Ireland decided then, 'Maybe I am insane, but people are not born how they are. If we were so close back then, then staying happy is what caused the insanity. And we were both god damned euphoric'
Feeling almost sick with the putrid nostalgia, Germany nodded, trying to force a smile, but failing. "I'm fine" he replied, examining her face for a moment; she could hide so many emotions, from everyone but him.
He'd seen pain behind her eyes, agony behind her smile, building a wall around herself, the barrier shattering when she returned home to see her father in the state he was in, taking out his anger on her. Her mother worked overseas, so she never had her to tell, been threatened and beaten for merely being what she was. She told him that she felt like a mere object, shoved back and forth between the emotions of two people, been shredded between them like fabric, the incorrect parts tossed aside and discarded, trying to make the correct person for both of them, but only shattering her in the process.
Breaking what he saw as perfection.
And he took the task of putting her back together again into his own hands, and yet she still felt the need to hide her fear, even from him. From her friends.
She smiled again, and he felt like screaming.
"That's good" she replied, and he had to look away then, not able to take the memories, not understanding why she felt the need to protect herself, to act strong. He thought she knew that she could collapse in tears, and he'd think no less of her. He'd be the one who held her, the one who would shield her, so she didn't have to.
Someone's voice distracted them then, and everyone turned their attention to Austria, who was shaking, pointing at the water.
"The-There's something in th...", he didn't finish his sentence, ragged breath caught in his throat, choking him like a rope. He backed away, and Ireland shook her head gently, letting go of Germany's hand and padding slowly toward the pool.
"No, Ireland, do-"
"It's fine, I'm just checking. I think it's probably just the lights on the surface" she replied, turning back to him as she continued, soon coming to the edge of the pool, and bending over to look in.
"Ok, you looked, now get back" Germany ordered her, panic edging his voice, and she didn't do anything, completely ignoring him, as though she was somehow transfixed by the liquid she was staring at . Suddenly, with a shuddering force, every flame in the room was quenched by some sort of invisible, soundless wind, and the torches rattled in their hooks.
"Ireland? Ireland? Get back! Get here!" Germany commanded, taking a step forward before some kind of excruciating pain wracked throughout his body, freezing him to the bone, unable to force his way through some kind of invisible barrier. In a fit of fury, he smashed his fists into the barrier, and it only created blue ripples across the surface. He looked over at the several other countries and nations, who were just stood there, bar Wales, who was frozen in mid-sprint, half way through the barrier, her face twisted with agony, mid-way through a glass-shattering scream, her eyes wide and desperate, fists clenched, tears caught in the atmosphere.
"What's wrong with the rest of you?" he demanded, and no one responded, just watching her, and his panicked face turned to fury.
"What the fu*k is wrong with all of you?!" he roared, dark eyes lowered, teeth gritted, "Do none of you selfish bast*rds actually care?!" he demanded, examining their petrified faces, their eyes colourless and white. Shaking his head, he turned back to watch her, unable to do anything else.
Some sort of ghost-like, white, translucent woman was loomed over her, hands cupping her face, somehow dragging her up gently, and only then did he realise that they were both...Smiling. As the creature rose out of the water, it was revealed that it's legs we're joined together, giving it the fins and appearance of a siren, swimming into the air, still looking down, arms extended, hands still cupping Ireland's face. The mermaid had kind eyes, and long, billowing curls over her shoulders. As she descended into the clammy air, Ireland reached up, like a child to his mother, and she was pulled into the air, and the mermaid opened her mouth, singing in a deep, rich voice, holding long notes with ease.
"You know one thing, all he could say,
through your anger and pain,
is that he'd keep you safe from harm...
Now, he can't keep you safe from harm~"
she sang, with perticular emphasis on the last 'Harm', holding the 'A' for more than 4 seconds, her hypnotising voice rushing through the air like water.
With that, the two stopped in the air, about 18 feet up, the mermaid's arms no longer around Ireland, who was floating on her own, her eyes colourless, smiling gently...A real smile. With that, the mermaid moved her hands, and grinned in an insanic way, her eyes lowering as she laughed, singing one more verse;
"He will never keep you safe,
From harm~" she cut the note off abruptly, dragging one arm back, and waiting a few seconds, before swinging her arm around, spinning in the air from the force, and sending Ireland into the far left wall, about 15 feet away, and she hit it with such a force that the sickening 'Crack!' echoed around the room, another muffled 'Bang!' sounding as she slipped to the ground, and it mingled with Germany's screams as he smashed his fists against the barrier again, forcing it until it finally shattered under the stress of his brutal force, dropping Wales to the floor and making the mermaid hiss.
The creature lifted a hand, eyes locked on her opponent, and threw Ireland across the room again. This time, an agonised scream rattled around the room as she collided with the rocks, and her voice echoed around the room, as though she could finally ay something, but her mouth didn't move, her body slumped against the wall on the floor, arms spread out in front of her face, her eyes shut. It was then, of all times, that they connected, and he could feel the pain she was in.
Not her emotions, as usual, not how she felt...It was just the actual raw, supernaturally excruciating agony, like you were been crushed under layers of rock, buried alive, trying to force air into your lungs, but your ribs were crushed to breaking point, and it was all happening when you were more awake than you'd ever been in your life. The screaming stopped, and the connection ended, as though she was taken over again.
But he knew she wasn't, as her voice cracked around the room, her pained voice filling the room with a heavy force.
"NO! Don't you dare hurt him! Kill me, smash me against what you want! I don't care!! Just don't hurt him!!" she screamed, and they connected again, this time for the emotions. Her feelings resembled been trapped in a seamless box of titanium, and the air you breathed out turned to smoke, like you were choking yourself...You were killing yourself...But she was laced over with a ribbon of calmness, like she was ready. She was ready to withstand it all, to die, all under the consequences that he wasn't harmed, even though she could have been deceived, she was giving her life.
After the feeling was cut off, the mermaid snarled, forming a ball of energy between her hands, and shaping a huge scythe, connected to a chain, of which was wrapped around her body. With a snarl, she whipped the scythe around to ground level, and Germany braced himself, but it nothing ever collided with his body. He looked around, until he saw Wales. Shoulders shaking, half bent over, legs parted. She had the chain in her arms, and she practically roared, the sound filling the room like she was a dragon, not a human. Yanking the chain back harshly, she dragged the mermaid out of the sky, and the creature yowled as she was smashed against the ground.
"Germany! Kill it, KILL IT!!!" Wales screamed, and he nodded, grasping the blade of the weapon from a few metres away, looming over the creature, who held her arms up feebly, and Germany snarled,
"I'll die before I stop protecting her", and with that, he rammed the scythe completely through the creature's chest, piercing a ball of light where her heart would have been. Chocked screams and retches erupted from the ghost, and as he drew the scythe back, the creature exploded, filling the room with a blinding white light, before it disappeared, weapon and all, and as if on queue, the torches in the room lit up again, this time glowing a fuchsia colour other than the usual blue.
Wales was holding a deep gash on her right arm, the blood soaking through her clothes where the scythe had slashed her flesh as she grabbed the icy chains. The other countries seemed to snap to sense now, their eyes regaining their colours, and Scotland rushed to Wales, holding her.
"Are you ok, lass?" he asked, holding her arm. She snarled and shoved him away. "Stop cooing me like I'm a child! My best friend is laying, probably dying! My arm's just cut! Cuts heal...The pain her death will cause me can never heal" she yelled, running over to Ireland's limp, bloody figure.
All hope was drowned from the girl as she actually approached the ghost's victim, seeing how limp and broken she actually looked.
A sob rose in Wales's throat at she approached her, and she hid her face in her hands, collapsing to her knees on the hard, cold floor and sobbing quietly.
"No...Why?..." she rasped, raising her face to the ceiling.
"God, why?" she asked, curling herself up so her arms were resting on her shaking knees, and she rested her head over her arms, crying softly, dark curls laying limp over her shoulders.
Germany was sat beside Ireland, one hand on her shoulder, his eyes glistening as he shook her gently, shoulders shaking.
"Ireland?" he whispered, and stared at her blood on his hand as he lifted it away, turning her gently so she was facing the sky, her eyes shut. She looked almost...Peaceful as he lifted her into his arms, shaking his head,
"No, no, you can't be dead, please, please...Just don't be dead..." he pleaded, hands shaking.
England watched his sisters, dropping his book beside his feet, covering his mouth in shock. America shivered, taking a step closer to Arthur, who was shaking his head in denial. Prussia stared, bewildered, and lowered his eyes as he looked at Ireland, forgetting just how long he'd known her, as well as his brother. Italy couldn't even watch any of it, curled up against the back wall, shuddering under the force of the events. Austria looked at Prussia as he gulped, whispering,
"Come on, liebe (Love)...Wake up..." he mumbled, and Austria glanced at him, then back to the brunette's body, which was layed limp in her lover's arms.
"I'm so sorry, Ireland...I couldn't protect you..." he whispered to her, a single tear dripping from his face onto her cheek. Just then, as he pulled her closer to him, their emotions connected again, and it was full of misery, other than pain, a horrible longing, and some kind of effort, all been drowned away as one side of the balance lost it's faith. Ireland's shoulders trembled, and a constricted choke erupted from her body. Her shoulders shook, and she coughed violently, making Wales looked up, her wet face showing the smallest slither of hope, and Ireland dragged herself out of Germany's arms, and crawled a few feet away, still coughing violently. Wales stood up, taking a step toward her, grimacing as her beloved friend retched, her body shaking, before she vomited a mixture of blood and what looked like her lunch up the left wall, and she leaned back, sitting up and gasping for air, before she swallowed, and looked up from the vomit, wiping her mouth.
Wales was the first to move, unfazed by the contents of her friend's stomach up the wall. She kneeled beside her, lifting her face gently, and pouring some bottled water into her mouth. Ireland drank it gratefully, and returned to breathing deeply, still shaking, before she turned to face the 6 other countries, whom Wales scolded.
"Don't stare! It's only vomit!"
"It's not that I'm staring at-" Prussia began, and grinned,
"It's like a Disney movie! He said something really cheesy, and she came to life!"
"And hurled" America concluded, laughing.
Wales and Germany wern't laughing.
Ireland smiled, and laughed a little too,
"At least I moved away from you" she said, referring to Germany, who stared in disbelief.
"You're alive..." he mumbled, and she nodded.
"Yeah, more or less. I better be after that performance..." she mumbled, and crawled closer to the group, Wales sat next to her, rubbing her back.
"What happened? I couldn't feel anything after she touched me...Apart from when she launched me across the room; I felt that..."
"It looked like you were all in some kind of trance, your eyes were white, none of you moved or spoke. Wales was half way through running to you, trapped in this sort of...Invisible wall" Germany informed them, and Ireland attempted to recover memories of it, but there were none.
"Germany killed it, after you collapsed over there..." Wales told her, and Ireland looked at the said country, who glanced at Wales.
"I only stabbed it, you caught the wretched thing..." he replied, giving her at least some of the credit.
After a few minutes, Ireland nodded and hugged Wales gently, grateful for the girl's warm arms around her shaking, exhausted body. After she pulled away, she rubbed her eyes, before she pulled herself next to Germany, who was leaned against the far right wall. He wrapped his arms around her, and she rested her head under his arm, and they wrapped their arms around each other, and Ireland shut her eyes.
"I'm so exhausted...I don't know why, it's just..."
"I don't think this place is what any of us expected" Scotland offered gently, and mumbles of agreement rose from the knot of countries, and Scotland continued.
"It's all a lot to take in, especially now that we know...Well, let's just sleep on it...We might make sense of it all tomorrow...Or later tonight...I don't even know what time it is..."
"Anyone got a phone?" America asked, looking around at his exhausted alliance.
"Japan said not to take technology with us. It messes up the portal, remember?" Austria replied irritably, and shut his eyes.
Within literal moments, Ireland was asleep, her breathing calm, and her more serious injuries bandaged up. She had slept through that process, completly exhausted, and only objected when she was pulled away from Germany, so England could look at her right leg. She had mumbled, and dragged herself back up to her original position.
Wales sat beside her, and sharpened a few knives, before she fell asleep in the process. England was reading his book, and America was snoring loudly, sprawled out across the floor. Austria had his head rested on Prussia's shoulder, and the two were sound asleep.
Scotland laid his jacket on the floor, and collapsed onto it, his eyes half shutting, before he looked at Germany.
"You not sleeping?" he asked, an the country shook his head, glancing at the machine gun to his left.
"No one's ever going to bring even the slightest bit of harm to her ever again" he announced, and Scotland shut his eyes, joining the others.
Germany fell asleep eventually, and the machine gun was laid cold, unused, but that made no difference to the danger.
It was all still fresh in the air.
And the future of the countries was written in blood.