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*~chapter^9~*

Confederate's POV

1801 13th January

...**-*11am*-**...

God.

It was only morning and the day already started in a whirlwind.
Confederate was lying on the floor in an abandoned classroom bleeding out from his side. He'd been like this since the beginning of school. It sure as hell hurt.
Confederate could bet a million pounds that if he were human he would've died hours ago. If Confederate was to bend his neck to look at the wound, he would probably see some inside parts that he probably shouldn't be able to. But he was paralysed.
Maybe one of his brothers would find him.

Confederate may have slipped out of consciousness a couple of times. Confederate didn't even know why he was still conscious. He didn't even want to be conscious, he just wanted to sleep off the pain. Maybe even just die.

Nah. Union wouldn't be able take it well.

It wouldn't work anyways.

"Virginia?" Confederate felt his heart skip a beat.

Yup.

"You're not gonna tell anyone about that thought right?" Confederate sighed after a while. So one of his states was listening to his unbridled melochany. The states were kids that'd just spawn, and usually the country they were spawned to would become more or less a parental figure to the said state. This is what happened with Confederate, but for now he only had one.

Hiding stuff isn't good. Are you hurt? You accidentally activated your necklace. Please don't lie to me.

"How on earth did I- fine yes. I'm a bit injured." Confederate sighed as he contemplated how many details he could leave out.

How badly?

"Huh- ohhhh. Not too bad..?" Confederate was a shit liar. How could New Holland keep eye contact with a far fetched lie? Maybe him being a convict really did a toll on him.

How bad is it... mom, you're worrying me...

"...You're gonna get worried either way..." Confederate knew that sentence probably made Virginia's worries worse. He hated worrying people.

Mom... What happened...

"May or may not have been attacked and paralysed."

WHAT!? HOW LONG?!

"...What time is it..?" Confederate had been lying down for Lord knows how long, he couldn't tell the time.

When did you get hurt?

"Heh. Smart kid, hey?" Confederate couldn't even lie about it at that point "...Something around 8am."

No way... mom it's literally 3pm...

"Oh."

I'm calling uncle Union. Where are you?

"I genuinely don't know. I was dragged with my eyes covered."

Did they do anything else to you?

"You'll be happy to hear no. No they haven't done anything else."

My god. I'd be glad but what they've already done great damage. I'll call uncle now.

"You never said if you were gonna tell anyone else." Confederate heard a sigh on the other side of communication.

Fine. I won't tell anyone else.

"Thank you..."

...

Virginia had probably gone off already.

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When had Confederate slipped into unconsciousness? He didn't know. He was still blindfolded but not on a wooden floor anymore. He could move his hand though. Confederate took off the blindfold.

Holy shit-

Why was it so bright?
When Confederate adjusted to the light he realised he was in the organisation's house. 

USA's POV

"What?"

"You've heard right."

"..." USA had nothing he could say. Australia and New Zealand would be left alone in dormitories at school. At least US would see them during the day at school, just not be living with them. New Zealand and Australia were going to move into the dormitories in about a weeks time. Things weren't going to well. USA could only hope for the best.