Split Personality

Ub-iv-is-ly the Phone is in The Fridge

Sup y'all! Sorry I've been gone so long, but I hope this chapter suffices. It will be one of the last fluff chapters for this part of the book. Especially considering this chapter of his life is coming to a close....

Anyways! Enjoy! Comment! Do what you want!

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Soviet's POV:

"Obviously." I say. "Was?" He asked. "That word you said at the beginning there. You pronounced it wrong. It's ob-vi-es-ly not Ub-iv-is-ly" I say. "Oh...right." He said looking down. "It's fine. I know about that pronunciation problem you have. JE told me." I say.

"What?! When?!" He asked. "A long time ago. She made a comment about how you would say some words in a completely asinine way. Said you had that problem since you were a kid. Only did it to hard to say, confusing, or longer words." I say.

"Yeah. I need to fix that. I shouldn't have that problem anymore." He said. "Hey, for a man who taught himself English by reading the dictionary and got rid of his accent by himself; I'd say you're doing pretty good." I say looking at him with a smile.

"Yeah. At least I'm not as bad as I used to be." He said. "How bad did you used to be?" I ask. He laughs. "Ok so you know the word Bologna right?" He asked, looking up at me with a smile. "Oh no." I say. "Yeah. So I said it as bo-log-na for years until someone eventually corrected me. And to add on, I said the word knee as ku-ne-eh!" He said before going into a fit of laughter.

I laugh a bit too. "And any word that has that E that makes the previous vowel say its name I would add a nice 'eh' to. And any word with a silent letter I would pronounce!" He giggled a little. "Po-ho-toe-grah-pu-hu!" [photograph] He said before almost falling into the ground in laughter.

I laugh too. It was nice to know he could laugh at himself. "Dir-ag-gone!" [dragon] "tho-u-gih-t!" [thought] the more he listed the more we laughed until we were nothing but laughing balls of pure joy on the side of a mountain. He was crying. I was crying. I don't think either of us have laughed this hard in years.

Then afterwards he sat down. He sat down on the thick bed of snow and laid down. "You know. The snow is pretty when it's not trying to kill you." He said looking up at the sky. "Even then it can be pretty." I say. "Yes, but in the same way a forest fire is pretty. You know it is dangerous but something about the way it moves is mesmerizing. Like something that Isn't real. It's dream like. As if it shouldn't exist. That's how they kill you. How they get their victims." He started. I didn't know he could speak like this. His pink eyes looked deeper than before.

"They distract you with their dangerous beauty and make you ignorant to the fact they are dangerous. Then they real you in. Making you feel comforted by the temperature. It always feels nice. The crisp cold. The soft yet harsh warmth." He continues with a soft smile before he sighs and his smile fades away.

"Then, It snaps closed as if it's a Venus flytrap to a bug. It reals you in with sweet nectar than when you are enjoying the feeling, the taste, the smell, the sound, the sight, the touch...it betrays you. It kills you slowly and painfully. Burning, suffocating, freezing, drowning, being poisoned, crushed, eaten. Even murder can be seen this way." He continued even further.

His words have so much emotion behind them. I honest to god didn't know he could speak like this. Or at all. Pink speaks in short harmless sentences for the most part. I didn't know he had it in him to do this. I wonder if the logbook mentions this. I haven't fully gotten through the English brothers notes.

Poland's POV:

I walk into the German property. The place was a pretty valley for the most part. Their ancestors picked well. Germany moved out of the main house years ago and moved into a little cottage thing he built way off on the side of the property.

There is only one proper entrance to the property and it's one of the hills. It's impolite to teleport into someone else's property so I walk like I'm supposed to. Now, because of the fact that Germany's house is as far away as possible with still being in the property most people cut through the back of the property which has over time made a new path. I just like the scenic route to be completely honest.

As I walked past the German household I didn't see a car. Second must be out. Soon enough I see a cottage in the distance. I eventually get to the door and right before I knock the door opens. "Why are you here?" Germany's voice says. I look at him. He looked...frazzled.

"When was the last time you slept?" I ask. "Why?" He asked. "Because you look like you haven't slept in weeks." I say. "Probably haven't. What's the date?" He asked. "You can check on your phone." I say. "Oh yeah!" He said reaching for his pocket. "Not there?" I ask. "Nien." He says with a sigh.

"Well how about we go inside and look for it?" I say. He nods and steps to the side and I walk in. It's odd to see him so disoriented. He is a very organized and clean person. His house looked fine. A little mess here and there but nothing out of the ordinary. The house is one story with an attic and is small; the normal build for a single person in the flag world. Almost all flags build their houses like this.

I start to scan around. Nothing in the living room. Or dinning. I look in the kitchen and a gut instinct tells me to look inside the fridge. I open it up and low and behold. There's his phone. I take it out. It wasn't very cold. Must not have been in there long.

I hand Germany his phone and he takes it and looks at the date. "March Fifth." he says. "Yep. Now, can I talk to you about something?" I ask.  

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-Grilly