*Katie's POV*
*Present time*
I sat on the battle field. My ex-bestfriends pointing thier guns at me. Scar(better known as Scarlett or France) stood above me. Amaya put her gun against my temple. I looked at the muddy ground. Alexis put the tip of her knife against my throat.
"Make a wrong move, and I'll slice your throat open." Alexis said.
"Any last words?" Scar asked.
"I wish I never joined in this stupid war!" I yelled shutting my eyes tightly.
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Okay, so I should start from the begining...
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Chapter 1 (re-written by my darling sister Gabby~~~)
Gabby and I sat in her bedroom. It had so many American flags and stuff having to do with her history being in there for too long made me nauseous. I was reading a book on polar bears while i hugged Ms. Kumabear. With a bored look in her light blue eyes she grabbed my book and threw it out the window. I frowned at her, "America why do y-" An ear-splitting crash came from downstairs.
She quickly grabbed her Louisville Slugger and ran downstairs with me following. I stepped around the broken glass on the floor and picked up a brick with a note taped on it. Gab ripped off the note, shoving me out the way in the process. Her face filled with anger as she looked at Scarlett who stood outside the broken window, with an evil glint in her violet eyes. Gabby opened up the note. "Ohonhonhon~" France laughed and skipped away.
The note read: Bonjour, lesbiennes ( that is french for lesbians, but you wouldn't know that because you are a stupid American!) Logan, Emili, Alexis, Amaya and I have declared war on you and your sister. The war is World War 3. au revoir, France.
"OH HELL NO! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, DUDE! WHEN I SEE THEM TOMMOROW IGGY IS THE FIRST ONE GETTING PUNCHED!" she angrily shouted throwing the rock onto the ground with a loud crash.
"B-But I don't want to fight, eh" I whispered clutching Ms. Kumabear.
"BUT WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER!" she shouted wrapping her arm around my shoulder.
"We need allies..."
"We have the group at school!" She then started walking up the steps muttering, "Damn eyebrow bastard! Gonna get his ass kicked!"
I sat down Ms. Kumabear who whined "I'm Hungry!" over and over. Then i started cleaning up the glass. Why is America so lazy? She wants to fight all the time but she won't even clean up broken glass. I don't even want to be in this... I know France, America and England haven't been getting along lately, but they wouldn't start a war over it. Would they? I wish this is just one messed up joke...
- the next day at school-
We all sat in homeroom. America, Japan, Germany, Iran, Israel, Cuba and I sat in our little group. France, England, China and the Koreas sat at the other side of the room. I want us all to be friends again... but that probably won't happen because of America's ego. Israel looked at me concerned, "You okay?"
I rolled my eyes, "Peachy..."
He frowned and went back to everyone else. The other group was discussing war tactics and ways to crush us. And what was our group doing? Joking around and laughing and yelling about stupid stuff! Even Japan wasn't worried about the war at all! I left my bear with America and walked away, annoyed.
I walked down the empty hall and out the door. I heard heavy footsteps behind me. It wasn't one person behind me, it was a whole group of angry countries that were out to get me. I started running when I heard France yell, "Why are you running, putain?" amusement in her voice. Putain means whore in french.
I ran as fast as i could but I tripped on a rock and hit the hard ground with a loud 'thud'. The french girl that I once called my sister kicked me in the side with her high heeled boot. I groaned in pain. I wasn't going to scream because America would run out and cause a scene and blame it on Britain and beat the crap out of him with her baseball bat. She kicked me several times, the horrible pain in my side worsening. I tried to stand up, but she roughly pushed me back down. Not only did it cause one of my maple leaf hair clips to fall out of my hair and make a strand of sandy blonde hair fall in my face but it cause me to start bleeding. My blood filled the ground around me as they laughed at me.
America told me after WW2 that countries can't die because she got shot multiple times. But we can go into comas, bleed alot and almost die.
(This is where I step back in...fail...tehe)
As I lay on the pavement, I groaned. Blood rushing from my side. My ex-bestfriend/sister/wifey pulled out a knife that had been protected in her leather case, strapped to her right side. South Korea had tears forming in her eyes as she leaned down towards me. She placed the cool metal blade against the skin on my throat.
I shuddered slightly. Thunder crackled, which made France jump up in the air. Amaya gently ran the blade against my throat. Back and fourth. Back and fourth. Back and fourth.
" Arrête de jouer autour et couper cette salope!" France yelled. In english, that means "Quit playing around and slice that bitch".
South Korea nodded her head and looked back at me. Her green-brown eyes stared at me with a pleeding look. She plunged the cool metal into my stomach. I heaved up blood as she removed the knife. The group looked at each other with stone cold looks. France leaned down to my ear.
"Ohonhonhon~~" she whispered. "Gonna tell that idiot sister of yours I beat your cul putain(whore ass)"
I gulped and shut my eyes tightly. "No," I whispered softly.
France stood up and walked away. Her evil crew followed her. South Korea glanced back at me. She smiled and turned her head forward again. The countries walked back into school like nothing even happened.
"America! AMERICA!!! ISRAEL! JAPAN! CUBA! SOMEONE H-HELP!" I yelled.
No one came for me. Rain poured heavily from the sky. "S-stupid hamburger idiot. You can sense a hamburger all the way across the world, but you can't sense when your sister is in danger. You fight other countries and expect me to help. You start fights, and I have to be your back up. Yet the moment I need you...you aren't here. Stupid...hamburger...idiot. England is right when he calls you that..."
I heard someone running towards me. This time it wasn't a group. Just a single person. Israel looked at all the blood. He looked as if he were about to pass out. "I'll be back...I'll go get your sister!" he yelled running away.
I touched my stomach and looked at my hand. It was soaked in blood. The rain washed away the blood on my hand. I guess my neon red hoodie is ruined now huh? I felt cold. Colder than I ever had before. I never got beaten like this. It was always America. Unless of course, I got beaten by Cuba who thought I was America.
Our group ran to me. Everyone surrounding me. At that moment, I was I had fought back. Gabby had her aluminum baseball bat. She swong it around. "A bitch is gonna die. DIE I TELL YOU! NO ONE FUCKS WITH CANADIA!" Gab yelled angrily.
"America...d-don't...we can f-fight them on the battle field...not here...not n-" was all I remember saying. I'm not sure what else happened that day. I don't really know.
