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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.

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 either made Virginia's worries worse. He hated worrying his other siblings.

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.

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 able to look at the wound, he would probably see some inside parts that he probably shouldn't be able to. But he was paralysed and blindfolded.
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. Confederate thought as he laid half-dead.

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.

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 either made Virginia's worries worse. He hated worrying his family.

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 the other territories or states.

"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. Sitting right next to him was South Carolina who was sleeping on North Carolina's shoulder. North Carolina was in a daze, staring at a picture on the wall. Confederate took a longer second to realise the photo was of Confederate carrying baby New Zealand while USA carried Australia and Canada piggybacking North Island.

"Wait- mom? you're awake-" North Carolina said a bit surprised but definitely glad.

Confederate just gave a thumbs up and a smile. North Carolina smiled back but stayed still so he didn't wake up his younger brother who was sleeping on his shoulder. North Carolina would usually push South off his shoulder before South would even get comfortable. It was weird seeing North Carolina even try not to wake the younger up; let alone letting him lay on his shoulder.

"Soo... can I get up now?"

"No."

USA's POV

"What?"

"You've heard right."

"..." USA had nothing he could say. He, British North America and Confederate were getting kicked out of school. Australia and New Zealand would be left alone at school. To make it worse, the for them; the dormitories. New Zealand and Australia were going to move into the dormitories in about a weeks time and British North America would have to move back to UK's Palace while USA and Confederate moved back to District of Colombia. Things weren't going to well. USA could only hope for the best.