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Chapter Nineteen

"Get your peasant hands off of me!" South hissed as Prussia tried to wrap up her chest. "Just let me bandage up your wounds!" He shouted back, aggressively grabbing her arms and holding her down. "You worthless clod!" South snorted, and spat in his face. "That's disgusting now if you'll calm the hell down! That would be fan-f*cking-tastic!" The albino growled as he grabbed the bandages, and started wrapping up her wound. It was healing slower then normal, which is a good sign. If a counterpoint is healing slowly, that means that they're losing the internal battle with their 1p. The two continued to screech at each other, until Prussia finally finished dressing her wound. "If you both, would please...shut..the...f*ck...up." North said, her voice was quiet, but still cold. Her eyes were covered with a cold, wet cloth, and her body was dressed with so many bandages, she didn't even wear clothes. She was yelled at earlier for doing so, but the counterpoint threatened to snap the mans neck.
"Well if this albino mistake would stop trying to help me, then I still wouldn't shut up." South cooed, smirking as she saw the cloth move from her twitching her eye. "Prussia, South, I will end the both of you in less than a second, so I suggest that you-" The monotone voice was cut off by South dulling and lowering her voice, and started mocking North. "Oh I suggest blah blah! Oh look at me! My name is Northern Narnia, I'm an emotionless, worthless bitch that everyone hates. Blah blah." South snarled, she slightly leaned forward, but was held back. Prussia inhaled deeply as he pushed South back. "Listen you two, I know that you hate each other, though that's unawesome, and you want to slit each others throat...but come on, we're in-" He stood up, his deep red eyes widened as he felt pain shoot up his leg.
He let out a groan of pain as he stumbled back, limping as he sat on a crate. By this time, North was sitting up, the cloth that covered her eyes was now on the top of her head as she watched him. "Are you dying?" She asked the shaking man. "No...no it's just I..shit." The German held onto his leg tighter, his grey uniform started to turn a dark red around his knee. His uniform was grey due to North and South mixing their uniform colours together. He wasn't from the north, so he couldn't wear white, and he wasn't from the south, so he couldn't wear black. He finally just told them to mix the colours. They were annoyed at the idea, but ended up doing it anyways. Just to end the arguing. He stared at the red stain, that was growing more and more by the second. He didn't expect it to open so early. His gloved hands gripped around the wound, causing it to hurt much more, but the bleeding slightly stopped.
"Oh~ He got shot. Didn't you?" South giggled as Prussia untied his bootlaces. He pulled off his black boot, and threw it on the ground, earning a loud thud. He rolled up his pant leg carefully, and cringed. "Congratulations, now stop being a bitch about it." North said as she watched the pale man unwrap the now bloody bandages. His face twisted in pain, biting his lip to the point of it bleeding. The red blood dripped down his chin. "Aw he's not a nation anymore, it hurts a hella lot more now that he's practically human. So cut the guy some slack." South said, the other girl slowly looked at her, her facial expression hasn't changed, but it was obvious that she was telling South to shut up. South pinched her nose, and lifted it up, she stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes.
The albino winced as he removed the bandage, his eyes slightly watered as he looked at the open wound. "D-damn...I need a needle and thread." He said softly, lightly picking at the loose thread that used to keep his skin together. He continued to bite his lip, causing the small stream of blood to grow slightly bigger as he pulled out the thread. The two girls watched him as he pulled out the bloody string from his leg. The irritated, pink flesh lifted up every time he tugged at the thread, causing South to giggle. North just watched with bored eyes, honestly she was growing quite bored of being in this stupid war. She didn't even want to come out actually. She sighed as she closed her eyes.
North, the original, actually asked her to come out. She accepted her, and allowed her to break free. Once she did, she automatically regretted it. She seemed to have forgotten the evil brutality that the 2ps can do. The doppelgänger would most certainly not return back into the darkness of their mind after escaping not so long ago. The black haired girl blocked out the sounds of South giggling, and Prussia's heavy breathing, and listened to the tiny voice in her head. The tiny voice begging for her to stop the killing spree, and to stop abusing her body. The green eyed girl sighed as she listened to the pleading words. Every now and then, the voice would crack, and would rise or drop an octave. It was so pathetic, so paltry, so inconsequential. Everything she said was worthless, just like her. Just like me.
The Prussian nearly called out for a medic, but roughly sighed. He looked over at the two personifications, they were both laying back down. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand. The girls didn't speak as he limped to the table in the corner. The blood streamed down his leg, and even made a trail as he walked. North smelled the silver liquid, and sighed. She was getting so sick of that smell, during war, it was nearly all she smelled. The albino male slammed his hands on the table, and leaned against it, his breathing was heavy. His arms and legs trembled as he breathed out of his mouth, the blood from his lip dripped on the table. He looked around, and saw a certain black box, and reached his hand towards it. The pain that used to be only around the bullet wound, was now all over his leg. He pushed against the table, and lifted himself up. Sure he used to be the great Kingdom of Preußen, and he used to have quite the pain endurance. But now that he his next to human, his pain endurance has designated.
He sat on the table, causing it to ever so slightly lean. He pushed himself farther back on the table to level it out, and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. South rolled over, and looked at him. "Heheheh, you going to stitch that or just stare at it?" She asked, finding it amusing that he was in such pain over a simple gun shot wound. It's not like he was stabbed in the stomach, and had someone shove their fingers in the wound. She watched as he grabbed the box with a shaky hand, and flipped it open.
"Don't forget to burn the needle first, don't want to get an infection." South said in a certain teasing tone. Prussia grunted as he picked out a needle, and pulled out black thread. "Burn the needle!" South shouted as Prussia tried to put the thread through the needle. He twitched when she shouted, and glared at her. She just gave him a grin.  South decided not to speak when he tried to put the thread through, but with his shaking hands, it took him quite a few times before he could finally get it.
"Now b-" The blonde girl was cut off by Prussia snapping his head up and snarling. "I get it! Burn the needle! Mein Gott! Keinen Lärm machen!" He growled, South blinked a few times as Prussia got back to work. She tilted her head. "What? I don't speak retard." She snorted, the white haired man ignored her laughing, and her insult, and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it open, and watched the flame for a short second. He then placed the needle in the flame, and bit his lip, which was now covered in dry blood. "This is going to be unawesome." He muttered as he placed the lighter next to him, he brought the glowing needle to his leg, and inhaled deeply before shoving it through the skin.
South giggled as Prussia nearly cried out. "Might wanna be quick, cause the longer it takes the worse it's gonna feel." She cooed as he moved the needle in and out of his skin."Shut...up..." He whispered, and gasped as he tugged at the thread. He did follow her advice, and did speed up a little. He at least knew that that one piece of advice was actually true. It was like ripping off a bandage instead of slowly peeling it off, or jumping into cold water instead of slowly stepping into it. The faster you do it, the less time it takes to get used to it.
The burning needle felt a like pure agony, the task that took almost two minutes, felt like two hours. The sheering pain was nearly unbearable. Yet, he survived without shedding a tear, or crying out extremely loudly. Once he cut the thread, he let out a sigh, and placed a hand over the now fixed wound. His leg was still covered in the semi-dry blood. It didn't bother him, and he pulled down his pant leg, not reacting when the blood slightly stuck to the fabric. "You alive?" South finally spoke, she still had the same teasing tone in her voice. No one was supposed to care, but a certain Prussian did. He was sick of it. South acting all energetic and full of cruel jokes and actions. While North was nothing but an empty shell. It was depressing seeing them this way, it was as if they had given up, and allowed themselves to completely be taken over by their 2ps.
"Why don't you just go back where you came from?" He asked, staring deep into Souths eyes. She blinked, and tilted her head again, her blonde hair falling over the pillow. "Huh?" North sat up, and looked at Prussia with her cold, dispassionate gaze. "We will not return back. Those idiotic girls allowed us out, which means that we are staying. There is nothing you can do about it." She said, a small amount of anger hinted at her voice. Prussia looked at her, and gave her a sad look. "What happened to you two? Remember when we stayed up that one night, talking about all of the awesome old times?" He asked, removing his hand from his throbbing leg, and ran it through his hair. He didn't bother at least wiping the blood off of it first. "That wasn't us though." South added, and winked. "I know it wasn't you! But it was you! I...I just...what has this war done to you guys? Remember when you swore never to allow the 2ps out again? Due to the horrible and tragic things that occurred last time?"
South turned her head, and looked at North. She shrugged, and North just moved her eyes to the side. The red eyed girl looked back at the albino Prussian, and shrugged her shoulders. "That doesn't matter, we are out now. Their little 'promises' don't matter to us. Neither do your words, though they might would have struck the other two deeply, we aren't like that. We are better. Less emotional, I mean look at that ugly sack of shit over there! Did you see her crying when she killed Finland? Look at me! Did you see me sobbing after killing Sweden?! No! Because we're better. North was nuked, and is covered in bandages, but did you see her lose the fight against Finland? No! She only lost when Sweden stabbed her, because she's a pussy ass bitch that apparently can't handle being stabbed in the chest. I mean...ahem.....what was I ranting about?"
South looked cluelessly around, North just sighed and stretched her arms in the air, which caused a great deal of pain, but no emotion ever crossed her face. "Please just listen to me! Yes you might be stronger in the aspect of fighting, but you have no humanity! If you keep fighting like that, the world will turn their backs on you more then they already have! You have to let them take control again, if you don't all hell will break loose. The other nations will fight you in the same way, with no humanity and with no mercy. They will treat you as if you're nothing but an ant on the ground. The world will destroy you! Your country will fall, and you will end up like....like me. I don't want to see you guys fall, I don't want to see you guys disappear one day. I don't want to wake up one day to hear the news of 'Narnia has fallen'. You must believe in what I say and trust me."
He pleaded, his frantic and sorrow filled gaze switched from North to South the entire time he spoke. Trying to see if they had any reaction at all. Not that North would have one at all. South, however, did show some emotion. She was laughing to the point of tears. The man felt his shoulders slump once she started laughing.
"You think that Narnia will fall due to us being merciless? The world already turned their backs on us to the point of where there is no more turning. Even though that has happened, the two idiots never turned their backs on them. They just kept on holding their arms out, hoping that someone would turn around and accept them. Well there is a harsh reality that they are too blind to see. No one will ever turn around, they have already begun walking away even. No one will ever care about them, ever. So why do they keep on trying? That is what makes them weak, and what makes them lose everything. We, on the other hand, turn our backs on the world as well. We do not try to be nice, we do not try to be kind to anyone, we do not even try. There is no point. The world is worthless, so if we act just as harsh as they did to us, then their will be no fading from us."
It wasn't South that spoke, but North. South and Prussia stared at her in slight awe, not from what she said, but from how much she said. She wasn't the person that would speak that much. After a while of staring, the man finally got off the table. He ignored the pain as he walked over to his boot, and picked it up. "Hey where are you going?" South asked, watching him put on his shoe, and leave the tent.
"I'm going out to help around. When you two are done playing your stupid game, tell me. Because my arms are open."