No this is bad

Chapter Thirteen

For the next few days, both Prussia and North stayed away from South. Of course, they would have to see each other in a certain tent for battle plans. South said to attack in the southern part of Narnia, but North argued against that. She wanted to fight either in the middle of Narnia or in the north. She can't stand heat. Though the air was still moist from the rain, it just made it that much more hot. South glared as her hand twitched to her gun, but Prussia pulled her gun away. They would plan for hours, but never come to an agreement.
The blonde nation was now skipping around, holding her special Winchester Model 1897 shotgun. Every now and then, the gun would fire off at a random soldier who South thought wasn't doing a good enough job with what ever they were doing. She even shot at a soldier who wasn't eating fast enough. North slightly looked at Prussia, and he looked at her. "This isn't going to end well. I suggest you go back to the castle." North said, and sighed when Prussia made a face of pure agony and sadness. "It's so lonely in there." He honestly spoke. For weeks he's been spending his nights in an empty bed. Then getting up to eat alone, and working alone. Gilbird was mainly out and trying to find camps and get information for him. So even Gilbird was gone most of the time.
North's heart twisted when he grabbed her and shook her slightly while saying. "Don't make me go back in there alone. It's so quiet. I can't even lie to myself." He said, eyes widened with fear. North weighed the ups and downs of having Prussia there. Ups: He could calm South down, there would be help with medical things, he would calm her down just in case her 2p ever tried to escape, there would be more relaxing times with him around. Downs: He could get hurt, he could have his 2p escape, he could die.
North bit her lip at the thought of Prussia actually dying. It's been a fear of her's ever since they became good friends. "So? Are you going to let me stay?" He asked, tightening his grip on her arms. North felt her chest, where the pipe once stuck out. The wounds, have healed. But have left nasty scars, ones that will never go away. "I-I...fine...but you aren't going to be fighting got it?" She said, Prussia blinked a few times when he looked at her hair. Some of the black pieces, have turned back to white. "You can't just hold me back! The awesome me can fight!" He shouted, letting her go. North rubbed her arms. "Yes, I know you can fight. I just don't want you-" A gun shot interrupted her. They looked over at the poor soul who was cowering, the shotgun still pointed at them. "-...to die." North finished, allowing Prussia to grab her arm and slightly move back.
They didn't want to deal with her. 2p South was someone that neither of them ever wanted to see again. "I can't believe she's back." North muttered, watching the light haired nation grin as she skipped around, not noticing that they were watching her from afar. "You know, your hair is turning black...again..." Prussia finally decided to say something about it. He couldn't stand it. He hated it. The last time he saw North with raven black hair and lime green eyes, and South with sand blonde hair and red eyes was back in the Civil War. He never wanted to see that side of either of them again. The last time, he was stabbed in the chest, he still had a scar under his heart. It hurt every now and then. When he bathed it stood out and stung. He didn't mind it, he gained it from risking his life for his friend.
The pain of seeing them lose their sanity was hurting him. Almost to a point of where he couldn't breath, his chest hurt. Every muscle in his body felt as if they had given up, his heart felt as if it was about to give up. He had to sit down, but didn't. Slowly. he felt his ego being broken. Broken at the thought of them losing it, and being the monsters they used to be. The monsters that killed men and women, and even each other. The monsters that didn't care about anyone but themselves and who won. Gilbird witnessed North snapping on England, and they way Prussia pictured it in his mind was horrifying. Prussia never thought he would have to deal with the heartless, emotionless North, and the cheerful, ecstatic South. What if this becomes permanent this time? Last time they could hardly break back from their 2p. It's almost impossible for anyone to return back to normal.
The pail man felt his throat tighten at the thoughts of what would happen. The battle between the 2p and the 1p isn't fun to witness or be in. Your 2p could play evil, and every time you hit yourself, the 2p would allow you to break though, just to feel the pain. He remembered seeing South screaming as she shot herself, and remembered North repeatedly stabbed her stomach. For hours, they continuously killed themselves trying to defeat their 2p and take control once more. He wished he could forget. He covered his mouth and tightly closed his eyes. "Prussia? Are you- Prussia!" North shouted as he ran away, blindly into the southern part of Narnia. North quickly ran after him.
South watched, smirking as North raced after Prussia into the south. Her rosewood coloured eyes followed the salt and pepper haired girl racing after the sheep. She smirked, she forgot her magic was that strong to bring up that many memories. Of course she made Prussia run away, she knew North would follow, and she would be able to make the battle plans herself. Maybe even fight on her own. Before, her 1p was being an idiot, but now. I'm in control. She thought as she grinned. "What an idiot. The both of them." She hummed as she closed her eyes and grinned. Her arm held out from her body, the shotgun pointed at a soldiers foot, and shot. She opened her eyes and glanced at the soldier, who screamed and dropped the crate he was carrying. "You idiot! You weren't supposed to drop that!" She shouted, pointing the gun at the soldiers head. He jumped and rolled on the ground, avoiding her bullet. "Sir! Calm down!" A female soldier said as she helped the man off of the ground. South narrowed her eyes as she held up the gun once more. "What did you say?"
"Preußen!" North shouted, racing after him. Her lungs quickly begun to hurt, and her body had started to burn..fast. Her lungs were burning as bad as her body, but she forced herself deeper into the heat. Her skin turned pink as she ran over the overturned dirt. She kept her tired eyes on the blue uniformed Prussian man. She tripped over her own feet, and almost fell into the soft dirt. The ground was still soft from the rain, but due to the heat from the south, the father down you go the harder the ground gets. She forgot how much stamina Prussia had, and had to stop to regain her breath every once and a while, but would try to keep up, not that it was doing her any good. "Prussia!" She shouted, her head began to throb the more she ran, the smells of the south were very prominent.
The man didn't stop, he slowed every now and then, but refused to be caught. I can't have anyone seeing me in this state. Prussia thought as he wiped his eyes. He too had begun to notice that his skin was burning, and he had to squint his eyes due to the brightness of the sun. It was much darker in the north. He thought as he slipped behind a tree to rest. North finally tripped over her own feet, and stayed on the ground, just meters from where Prussia was. She couldn't breath, she rolled her head to the side and blankly stared at the knolls and mountains resting along the horizon. Her mouth was hung open, and she allowed herself to drool on the ground. I'm tired, I can't breath, my body hurts..She thought over and over, her fingers slightly curling in the dirt. It's so hot. She closed her eyes, but slowly lifted herself off of the ground.
"P-Pr..Prus..Prussia!" She shouted as she wiped off her cheek and mouth, her white sleeve was slightly brown from the dirt. Not that she cared, not anymore. I wonder why no camps were found, nor anyone finding us due to how loud I am. She thought as she called him out again. Prussia covered his mouth, still behind the tree. He was embarrassed. Why did all of those thoughts come up? Why was he crying because of it? It was unawesome.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt!" She shouted, quite loudly. Prussia cringed at hearing his human name, the only reason they ever called nations by their human name was three reasons. One, you were 'invading' the other nation. Two, you're in public and don't want to be noticed as a nation. Or three, you messed up..badly. There was no one around, and Prussia was positive that no one was having intercourse. He slowly made his way out from behind the tree, and wiped his eyes once more, not understanding why he was crying. North quickly made her way over to him, and wrapped her arms around him. He did the same. "I don't want you two to end up..like before." He muttered, North shook her head, her hair brushed against the ground. "Everything is going to be fine, we're not going to lose our minds. You just have to trust us."
Once they returned, they were greeted with a gun shot almost hitting Prussia's shoulder. "What was that for?!" Prussia shouted as he hid behind North, who gladly stayed in front of him. "South what the shit?" North said as she slammed a paper on her chest. "Read it." South hissed through her teeth, then stepped back and began to pace back and forth. North raised an eyebrow as she looked at the letter, back and front. It was stained with streaks of dirt. North grazed over it with her eyes, reading the important things. But quickly had to reread it. "What?!" She shouted, looking at South with disbelief "I know!" She shouted back, her gun swung behind her, causing the soldiers behind her to duck. "What?" Purssia asked, only to have North pull away and go straight up to the pacing girl. "They can't do that! Can they?" The white haired nation questioned. "What?"
The gun fell to the ground as South roughly grabbed her shoulders and shook her to a point of where North saw stars. "They apparently can!" She growled as the letter fluttered to the ground. As the two argued, and almost fought, Prussia took it upon himself to find out, he leaned down and picked up the letter. He scanned through it reading what was oh so important that it caused South to punch North in the jaw. and widened his eyes.
"They planned a World Meeting tomorrow!?"