No this is bad

Chapter Seventeen

Though South wanted nothing to do with North, Prussia forced her to stay by her side. Every day for the past month, she would say to him the same thing. This day was no different. "Listen, Prussia, I don't care that she's like, dead or something okay? Honestly, I don't give a rats ass that she was nuked." She said, trying to coax Prussia to let her leave North. She knew what she was doing was insane. “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results” as Albert Einstein once said.
Prussia sighed softly as he took his seat next to South by the bed. He was honestly sick of hearing the same thing over and over. It was annoying and it pestered him to no end. "Nein, der einzige Weg, den du uns verlässt, ist, wenn du stirbst." He hissed, she blinked and stared at him. Did he really just say that to me?...What did he even say? It's not something good that's for sure. She thought as she narrowed her eyes at him, he did the same. It was obvious that he was sick of South.
Blood red eyes stared into redwood red eyes. Though Prussia was annoyed by her, he was still uncomfortable and slightly scared to be around her. To be honest, it terrified the Prussian to be that close to someone who could kill you with kindness. By kindness, that means that she would name a gun Kindness and shoot someone with it. Which, she has done. Kindness was somewhere only she knew, which was terrifying to many people. The last time she shot someone with Kindness was when it was Valentines day and she shot nations in the head, saying that the bullets were "Love Bullets". She even shot Germany when he was confessing to Italy, which ended up with a sobbing and traumatized Italian for almost a full month. She almost shot Prussia but ended up shooting North instead at one point, which she is very proud of.
South eventually gave up on the staring contest and looked at North. She was back in the castle, and was laying in her bed.
The negative coloured sheets pulled up to her collarbone. The sheet was of a snow world, but due to show being white, the blanket was black. The shading was white, and the moon was black white white craters. The bed itself was made of pine wood that was stained white. The graceful headboard was carved by North, it was of Narnia. The movie, that is. Aslan's face was proudly in the middle, surrounded by things from The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. The White Witches carriage, unicorns, centaurs, sayurs, and other things were beautifully carved in the wood. The sides of the bed had the lands carved into them, and the posts holding up the bed were sayurs. Though South hated everything about North, she had to admit that the bed was actually pretty cool. She remembered her 1p trying to carve her bed like Norths, but ended up having North carve it into sweets and fancy designs after she almost destroyed it.
She blinked a few times, staring at North. They had both noticed that for the past month, Norths hair was slowly turning pitch black. So far, there was only a single piece of her hair that was still white. "Hey, check it. You're precious little 1p Narnians are both going to be gone by the time she wakes up." South snickered as she pointed her thumb at the snow white girl. Prussia narrowed his eyes. "Shut up."
"Make me." She stuck out her tongue, which he mocked. She scoffled as she crossed her arms. "Seriously? Anyways, how long do we have to stay here? I don't want to sit anywhere near this bitch." South muttered as she leaned back in her chair, making it creak loudly in the silent room. "We stay until she wakes up, then we can-" The Prussian was cut off by a loud groan. "I don't want to be here any longer then I already have!" She shouted as she stood up, the chair luckily didn't fall back. She drew her foot far behind her, and slammed her heavy boot against the bed, almost cracking the carved trees. "This f*cking idiot needs to wake up then!" She shouted as she hopped on the bed, gripped Norths neck, and rapidly shook her. Prussia quickly stood up, knocking his chair to the ground as he grabbed South by the stomach. "Hör auf, du verdammter Idiot!" He shouted as he yanked the tan, flailing Narnian off the bed.
"Oh you're no fun!" She hissed as he practically threw her on her chair. She sat back and crossed her arms like a child, and pouted. "Listen, it's been over a month, I know you want to strangle her but that's not going to help her wake up, if anything that's going to make her stay in her coma state." He hissed down at her, she looked at him with wide eyes before holding her hands up. "Damn relax man." She muttered as he sat down. He placed his elbows on his legs and rested his head on his hands. His fingers curling in his unbrushed white hair. "I just want this to be over with." He admitted silently, South shot his a sideways glace. "What?" She questioned, her smile widening. "I just want North to wake up, and I want us all to share a bed like we used to, and I want to wake up and realize that this was all a terrible, unawesome dream." He said quietly.
South sighed as she slumped in the chair, she ran a hand through her blonde hair, twisting a small piece with her index and middle finger. "Well..sorry, Prussia, but this isn't a dream. This isn't something that you can just wake up from. Once North wakes up, her 2p will have won the battle between them, and will take over. She will have a large scar on her chest and back for eternity, and will gain many more, as will I. Though North and I always say 'We are here to stay,' we never really stay as long as we say we will. This battle, this war. It's not going to be like us, everyone isn't going to believe that it's going to last forever, and end the next week. This war is going to last until either North and I are dead, and we will end up like you. End up living lives that are different then our friends. Be left out from everything. Be harmed by the smallest things." South looked at Prussia to see if he was even listening. He was, he hasn't moved from his position, but she saw his eyes staring at her.
"Or, we will win the war, and everyone else will suffer. Wither it be debt, natural resources destroyed, or the amount of men lost. They will suffer, or we will die. Not that I care if I die. I've died a thousand times, as has North. We've died more times then anyone else, most of the time it was just us being idiotic. Other times it was wars and other nations getting sick of us. Hell, sometimes we even end our lives ourselves. Even though I don't, and I'm sure North doesn't either, care if we die. BUT! Both of us don't want our land to go to those losers. Okay? I'm sure our 1ps wouldn't mind dying completely and disappear if it meant that you get the land. Those nerds really care about your drunk, Prussian ass for some reason. Strange..anyways. But when the land goes to those idiots? Hell no, they don't need our land. Those assholes can suck my burned, cinnamon churro because I'm not going to fall because the nuked her. She's not going to fall, sadly, because they nuked her. We are going to fight until literally, we die. If we even perish, that is."
Prussia was sitting up straight now and staring at her in disbelief. He couldn't believe that he somehow got her to rant about the war and tell it how it is. Usually she would just be sarcastic or put a gun to him and dare him to say it again. South noticed, and scoffled. "Okay listen Mr. Awesome, just because I spoke this much doesn't mean that we're friends or that you accomplished anything great." She crossed her arms and leaned back again. After a long silence, she finally sighed and broke it. "Are there any cigarettes in this damn place?" She asked him, Prussia thought for a moment. He's never seen the Narnians smoking. "Nein. They have alcohol." He offered, though he didn't know why he did so. South wrinkled her nose and stick out her tongue. "Gross, how could these bitches even drink that stuff." She said as she stared at North. "How could you two smoke?" He asked once he noticed what she was staring at.
He was going to say, "How could you smoke?" but once his gaze averted from South, to North, his shoulders slumped. "Well, I guess the bitch is back." South declared as she poked Norths face, which twitched. "Ay, yo, North can you hear me? You f*cking ugly cow wake up!" She shouted into the black haired girls ear, Prussia cringed. Silence filled the room for almost ten minutes straight.
"It would be nice. If you got your ugly, stupid face. Away from mine." A dull, monotone voice said, echoing in the quiet room. "Ugh, she's back." South said as she sat down, staring at North. The black haired girl almost sat up, but noticed that her chest was bandaged up. "Oh fun, she was not kidding when she said we got nuked." North said as she sat up, though pain shot through her body, she showed no expression. "What a pussy, she screamed so much but this is nothing." She said as she placed a hand on her chest and looked around. Her bright green eyes landed on South. "What?" North asked when South giggled. The blonde shook her head and refused to answer, much to North's annoyment. "Well...now that you're awake, I guess the war is back on?" Prussia asked, and slightly flinched when South brought her hand up.
Instead of hitting him, she patted his shoulder. "Hell yeah it is! Get up fat ass and let's go send a letter to the nations that you're sadly awake." South said as she stood up and skipped out of the room. "Bullshit." North muttered as she pushed the blankets off of her cold body and swung her legs over the bed. "You shouldn't stand up yet! You're wounds-" Prussia was cut off when North stood up and twisted her arms forward, stretching them. She wasn't wearing a shirt, but she had many bandages, which were slightly bloody, wrapped around her chest. She looked around for a shirt before holding her hand out to Prussia. "Shirt." She ordered, and didn't move when Prussia sighed and started unbuttoning his shirt. As he was pulling the blue and white cloth from his shoulders, South skipped back in the room. "Hey what's taking you so-...oh..oh-hon-hon..." She mocked the French laugh before leaving the room.
Prussia rolled his eyes as he handed North the shirt, crossed his arms. She held up the shirt and turned around, putting it on. "Why is it so warm." She said, it was more of a statement then a question, so the red eyed man took it as a rhetorical thing. Once she finished buttoning the last button, she pulled it down slightly and looked at Prussia. "If this shirt gets bloody it is not my fault." She warned as she then walked out of the room, regrettably following South. The pail man stood up and sighed as he grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. "Great, how awesome. First 2p South and now 2p North. This isn't going to end well for either sides." He groaned and almost left the room, but saw a jacket hanging on the doorknob, and took it.
North didn't comment when he walked into the dinning room with her jacket on. "Anyways as I was saying, we could just write: Hey North is alive let's fight." South said as she pointed at the yellowish paper in front of both of the girls. North tapped the fountain pen on the papers corner. "No, we cannot. Why do not we put-" North was cut off by South flicking her forehead. "Listen up nerd, combine words when you speak. Ya know? Like, say don't and can't...not do not or cannot. It's weird as hell." South said, North slowly looked up and stared into Souths eyes for almost a full five minutes. Making South extreamly uncomfortable due to the fact that she didn't move, or even blink during that time. Once North looked back at the paper, South relaxed. "Formality is key." North muttered a she placed the pen on the left side of the paper. The pen scratched against the thin paper. Once the letter was copied numerous times and put in envelopes, all the girls had to do now was get the army back together. North played with her dog tags.
The dog tags from the fallen men and women were hanging in the Museum of Narnian War, it was surprisingly quite large just from the Civil War alone. The old guns and weapons sat in glass cases, South found one of her guns in there one time. The old uniforms, and all the dog tags hung up. Even paintings, small sketches from the soldiers, bones, and journals were protected by glass in there. North and South can't be in there for long amounts of time. The memories of entering a place filled with things from the war against the North and South were too much. Once, North found a small sketch next to a crumbled picture of a little girl, and almost started sobbing right then and there.
She remembered when she heard a loud groan, and walked over to the sound. A woman was hiding her head in her knees, a pencil and crumpled paper sat next to her. North ended up sitting next to her and talked to her. After a while of talking, North gathered that she was a mother soldier, who couldn't draw. So North would sit next to her and tried to help, every day she could. She would grab a stick and draw in the mud, as did the mother did. They would draw and draw and draw. The mother tried to draw her daughter a sketch of a kitten the first day North met her, the mother admitted. North understood and helped her try to draw cats. Once the mother got it down, North handed her her last piece of paper, and told the red haired mother to use it well. Once the mother finished the drawing, she showed North, and also showed her a picture of her daughter. The white haired girl was never more happy then that moment.
The mother died in combat the next month. And North never forgave herself for not jumping in the way to protect her. The drawing did make it to her daughter, but was donated to the museum. So nothing could happen to it.
The Dog Tag Room was the worst of them all. Mostly because the walls had all of the fallen soldiers name, as the dog tags hung off a section of the ceiling that was slightly lowered. It was the worst room because North and South remembered everyone on that wall. It's a curse. For a nation to know each and every soul on their land. Most of the nations tried to forget about the curse, but it's hard.
"Say hey, Prussia. You've been here for quite a while." South cooed once she saw North playing with the dog tags. North felt immense pain in her chest, the throbbing and burning sensation was extraordinarily strong. She felt the bandages start to soak through with blood. Though the pain was something that would make 1p North fall and scream, 2p North just ignored the pain and glanced up at South, trying to figure out what she was blabbering on about. "Ja, so what?" Prussia said, he had made himself comfortable in the chair of where he sat oh so long ago. They were sitting in the original seats of where Prussia told them the terrible news of Germany planning the war. South glanced at North, smirking, the smirk slightly faltered when she saw the huge growing red stain on her shirt. "Oh-....you're shirt is bloody." South commented, and started laughing. "You're bleeding!" She laughed as she pointed at the red stain. North looked down, then at Prussia. "I warned you. I hope I die." North simply said as she crossed her legs.
After South stopped laughing, she wiped away a tear and looked at Prussia. "Anyways.. as I was saying. You've been in this war too, haven't you?" She asked, Prussia shrugged. "I was mostly on the sidelines because they told me not to fight in fear that the awesome me would get hurt." He said truthfully, there was no need to lie. They would most likely catch it anyways. South's smirk grew wider as she slammed her hands on the table. She lifted herself over, so her hip bones were digging into the table, her legs against the her chair. Her nose touched Prussia's as she widened her eyes and grinned widely.
"Ah well they aren't here! Now, how would you like to actually fight?"