Split Personality

Arguments and A New Room

this is a wholesome chapter. some nice fluff between the hard rocks. hope you enjoy. 

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Britain's POV:

I think they are fighting. "Is this what an internal argument looks like from the outside?" England asks. "No, this is what it looks like when Pink gets too paranoid about us sharing our opinions." Third said.

"God, if everyone jumped off a bridge you would too just because you're too scared of saying you have a different opinion." Red says, shaking his head slowly.

"You should know it's perfectly fine to have a different opinion. No two people are the same. You two are an excellent example. You have both been through the exact same things but you are both so different from each other." England says.

"Exactly." Red said. "It's like the conversation we had earlier. You have always hated being the center of attention and I used to do everything in my power to be just that. You can barely breath with just five people devoting their attention to you." Red said. I don't know what conversation they are talking about but it was apparently one they had earlier today.

"This also connects with the point I made earlier with you needing to learn how to be more assertive. You need to stop being a passive, clay, doormat." Red continues. At this point me and England were just listening in on what they were talking about.

"So what if they can hear us? It's not like we're talking about anything sensitive. These are obvious things. Everyone knows you're a doormat. Everyone we know has walked all over you at least once." He says.

"Exactly! I use you all the time. Definitely not my best habit but it's a thing that happens a lot. Stop letting me do it! Say no once in a while." Red says again. At least he knows it's a bad habit. The first step to getting better is acknowledging that you're wrong.

"Letting your side be heard is not being selfish. At this point your acting like your opinion and say just doesn't matter. And I'll be honest, I'm right there with you but we were talking about music. One of the most diverse things on the planet. Literally everyone in existence has a different opinion on it." He continued.

He was making many good points. It's nice to know that they can help each other. I thought that Red was the bad influence in the relationship but he's not. At least not anymore. So if he's not, and if he never was. Who was? After thinking for a moment I came to the conclusion that there are so many people that it could be.

Red just keeps talking to Pink about how it's ok to have an opinion and me and England do end up joining in and giving him some advice too. This went better than I expected. Who knew, all that needed to happen was Red getting control and everything got better.

We finished our food and Third did the dishes. He insisted that he did. As a thank you for, and I quote. "Dealing with my messed up self and strange antics." After he was done we brought him to the living room. We all sat down.

"Ok so before we can move on with our night we are required to give you our version of the rules." I say. "Ok." He says. "You can't go into the kitchen without one of us supervising you." I say he nods.

"Same thing with our rooms and the basement." I continue. "Ooooo what's in the basement?!" He asks with a bit too much joy. "Things I don't even fully trust England touching at times. Also cleaning supplies." I say simply. He made an expression as if he was expecting a different answer.

"When we do go outside, don't go into the woods or the water." I say. "Oh no problem. I follow that without the rule." He said. "Ok then, please try not to bother us too much and help out when you can." I say. "Got it." He said in response.

"But please, if you need anything just ask. We all noticed when you stole the book and the flashlight. You can just ask." I say. He made a face of a criminal being caught in the act and it was kind of funny. "We will add more if we think of any but I think that's good." I say.

"Here I'll take you to the room you'll be staying in while you're here." I say. We stand and go up the stairs and down the left hallway. We go all the way to the end of the hall and open the door.

We chose this room for a reason. It had a key locked window and a mirror. To leave you have to open the squeakiest door in the house and you have to go past our rooms in order to get to the stairs. There is no way to stealthily escape. We will know if he tries. If you couldn't tell this room used to be America's.

He runs in and sits on the bed. "Your things are at the end of the bed." I say. He, instead of just getting up. Chooses to flip himself upside down and bend over the edge of the bed and grabs his bag. "Thanks!" He says. "Yeah..." I say.

"There were easier ways to do that. You know this right?" England asks. "Of course I do. You have to remember I have slept on a concrete slab for seventy-five years and what I can only describe as a stale pancake the twelve before that. I am going to enjoy every perk of sleeping on a normal bed." He explains.

"You know what, that's fare." England says. Third smiles. "I just thought of a new rule after you said that Third. I never thought I would have to give such a childish rule ever again but here we are. Please don't jump on the bed. Please." I say. "Got it." He said. He then rolled sideways off the edge of the bed and landed on his feet and one of his hands.

He stood up and looked at us. "So what now?" He asks. "I'll show you around the rest of the house so you know where everything is." England says.

They walk out of the room. I go downstairs and sit at the table. I grab the logbook and open it. I start to read. 

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anyways, toodaloo,

-Grilly