Split Personality

It's Not Abnormal Behavior

wow...you guys got PISSED at Britain in the last chapter...like, damn. umm, I need you to remember how much this guy is an absolute pu$$y. like, I dont make him this tuff macho guy who's a dick to his kids. he's a dude who just wants to read books and cook food. HE IS THE DEFFONITION OF CLASIC NERD!!! hahaha! think what you will about him but I'm just glad I write these characters consistently. 

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Red's POV:

I left the room in a huff. I didn't want to be in there. But it makes my blood boil to know I lost the argument. He's still treating me like a little kid. I'm not five! I WAS NEVER FIVE!!! Why is that so hard for some people to understand!

We're in so much trouble 'Pink, we're fine. Calm down. It's ok.' no one ever takes our side! Britain is going to punish us for this! 'Hey, how about some music?' ok

I remember a song. It's the same as when you have a song stuck in your head. You remember and it's almost as if you're hearing it. It's vague but still nice. I sit and try to remember the song of my music box. I do, and it starts to play. I hum it as I walk around my old home.

Not a lot of differences. There was another room that looked to be taken. It was my son's room. This was a family home. The first German flag built it thinking that over the course of time as the land innovates in thought and leadership the whole family would live under one roof to show how far we've come.

I must be quite the disappointment. But I don't know anything about my family. I don't even know who built the house. I only know one name, my grandfather's. Prussia. I have been trying to figure out my family for a long time. But all the rooms are sealed off. That's how it works, the tradition I mean.

If a flag were to die their room was to be shut off and their things kept untouched. So many shut off rooms, and I don't know who occupied any of them. I wonder how they died. Another tradition is to put up your uniform on display to commemorate your rule. Guess what I'm not doing.

Oregon said that I'm related to someone called the Holy Roman Empire. Rome...Italy. Italy, Holy...Vatican. America said that my grandfather taught him German. Prussia. Why would he do that? What connection could they have possibly had? I need to do some serious research. Time to raid Britain's library.

But I'm cleaning the library. I can't just mess it up like that. There's an order. Ok, research on hold. Soon...soon I will know all I need to know. Britain and my father walked out of my room.

"Come along. We need to get back so you can take your pill." Britain said. We leave quickly. Then we get in the car. "Sorry for bringing you. I should have had more foresight." Britain said. "No, it's fine. This happens all the time." I say. "The fighting, the abuse, or the manipulation?" he said.

I jumped a little. "What abuse?" I ask. "No need to hide it. I noticed. You can talk about it." he said. "No, I'm being serious. What abuse?" I ask again. "You didn't notice?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure I would remember being beaten. What made you think I was being abused?" I ask.

"Abuse can take more than one form, you know this right? He was psychologically abusing you. That touch thing he did to you was extremely unhealthy and not safe, what if you got stuck like that? People can do whatever they want to you while you're like that. You were completely compliant to everything he said." Britain said.

"I have gotten stuck like that. I usually stay like that for hours on end. The longest was two and a half days. I never remember things that happen when I'm like that, it's fuzzy and unclear. I don't even know how long I was out." I explain. "So like you're on autopilot. You just do things without thought?" Britain asks. "Yes." I say. "I see." he said.

"Exactly, not abuse, just a method of control. It's effective and does its job. As much as I hate it, I understand. I do need to behave a bit more." I say. "You weren't doing anything wrong. He didn't need to do that." Britain says. I just sigh and surrender the fight.

We get back to his house and I see England sitting on the porch. We walked up to him. "How did it go?" he asked. "I can add another reason to hate my father and Britain." I say walking in. Neither of them follow.

England's POV:

I see my Brother and Third step out of the car and they walk over to me. I was just enjoying the first day of spring and drinking some tea while doing so.

"How did it go?" I ask. "I can add another reason to hate my father and Britain." Third said walking into the house. He looked mad. I wonder what happened.

My brother sighed. "I should go keep an eye on him," he said. I do a locator spell. He went to his room and is sitting on his bed. "He's just taking a breather. I suggest we leave him be." I say.

I signal my brother to sit next to me. He looked dull. That's never a good sign. The ribbons that gracefully twirled down from his top hat were straight and the color in them was closer to grey than red. That can be said about his complexion too. He looked so out of it.

"What happened?" I ask. Taking another sip of my tea. He sighed. "He's being abused by his father. And he's mad at me for assuming such balderdash even though it's true." he explained. I was a bit taken aback by this.

"What do you mean by abuse? Was he being harmed?" I ask. "Not physically. He apparently has a pressure point on his head. When you touch it he gets stuck in an autopilot type state where anyone can do anything to him. And he won't remember any of it." Britain replied.

"His father used this on him?" I ask. He nodded. "Last resort or just to have control?" I say. "The second one. He kept trying to justify it and by the sound of his words this is something he did all the time. He wants his son to be completely compliant. It's wrong." he said looking down.

"Reminds me of something we did." I say taking another sip. "But we didn't go that far, and we also know that it's wrong. We have grown as a family. They haven't at all." he says. That is true.

"Well don't worry about Red being mad at you. I know his type. They just don't like admitting that someone has the ability to control them. They always get over it quickly and with Pink he will be fine by lunch." I say reassuringly. "You're right, if anything he'll feel guilty for being mad." he said with a smile. "That's right." I say. 

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*sighs* ok...talk shit about the English brothers here: 

(I'm most likely going to put that for the next few chapters-) 

hope you enjoyed, comment as always! 

anyways, toodaloo, 

-Grilly