The Hero

24: Meeting

It was another boring meeting I was sitting through. I honestly almost fell asleep four times. I hadn't been able to get much sleep. Natrista was sitting all the way across the room and was busy with whatever her and Russia were talking about. I couldn't even talk to her through our mind link because she was so engrossed in her conversation.

I was jotting down notes about what everyone was talking about. Somehow I managed not to miss anything. Japan was now talking although he seemed as if he wished he wasn't. It went against his refraining from speaking.

"What do you think Canada?" I said as I turned to him. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and answered.

"I think we should start small and get America to start recycling along with the other countries that don't. Then we can work out way up from there." Canada said and I nodded. It actually seemed like a good idea. Why doesn't anyone listen to his ideas?

"Ryter?" Canada asked and I turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm sorry about what happened between you and America. I wish I could help."

"Naw, it's alright... Wait you remember what happened?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess that because although I have been apart of wars I've also been the one to keep the peace as well." Canada said and I nodded, understanding his point.

"Yeah well, I'm not bringing it up to him. I don't care what anyone says. I want to keep what we had to myself because I don't want to force him into anything. Plus, he's probably with Amelia right now." I said motioning to his empty seat. France wasn't here either.

"I understand. But I'm sure he'll end up falling for you again. If he did it the first time then he probably will a second time as well. Just give him some time."

"Sure, whatever you say."

"Ryter, ich brauche dich in die Halle jetzt." (Ryter, I need you in the hall now.) Prussia yelled. I stood instantly and grabbed my stuff before walking out of the room. Prussia lead me down the hall and came to a door. He opened it before shoving me inside and locking the door.

"You two must stay in there until you tell him Ryter." Prussia yelled through the door. My eyes widened and I turned to see America sitting on the floor across from the door. It looks as if he gave up a while ago.

"Gilbert, lass mich raus, oder ich werde dich töten, wenn ich hier raus. Es gibt keinen Weg in die Hölle, ich werde mit ihm reden und ihm sagen, was wir waren." (Gilbert, let me out now or I'll kill you when I get out of here. There's no way in hell I'm going to talk to him and tell him what we were.) I yelled as I slammed my fists against the door. But I soon gave up after I hit the iron door for the twentieth time and fell to the ground. The sides of my hands were now red and bleeding and silent tears slid down my face. I didn't want to do this.

"Ryter, are you okay dude?" America said as he came and pulled me away from the door. He tore the bottom of his shirt and used the fabric the wrap my hands.

I didn't say anything in reply. I just sat there. I wasn't going to do what Prussia wanted me to. Even if it meant I wasn't going to get out of here for a while.

"Ryter, you going to talk to me?" America asked and I shook my head. I wasn't going to lie to him. But I would only answer yes or no questions. I could answer those with out talking.

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It's been about six hours since we were shoved in the closet. I personally think Prussia forgot about us. I couldn't teleport out of here since I guess Prussia had gotten England to put a spell on the closet to keep us in. I tried but I couldn't seem to find a crack in the spell. Maybe it was actually Sealand who cast the spell.

  "Ryter, I've waited for you to talk to me willingly but now I'm asking, what does Prussia want. I know for a fact you know dude or else you wouldn't have freaked on him." America said and I looked at him with sad eyes.

  "I'm not saying what he wants me too. I promised myself I wouldn't." I said and stood up. I wanted to get out of here. Mainly because I really had to pee.

  "Why?" America asked.

  "What?"

  "Why can't you tell me? If it has something to do with me, I think I have a right to know." America said and I just shook my head before I started looking around the room for a vent.

  "I don't need to tell you anything. Its not important." I said and scooped things off the shelves looking for the vent. I could feel the breeze coming from one.

  "Dude, it's hurting you, I can tell. Are you saying your feelings aren't important?" America asked and I turned to him.

  "That's exactly what I'm saying. If it's going to save someone else the pain then I rather deal with it myself. It'll go numb eventually." I muttered the last sentence to myself but I felt as if America heard me.

  I turned back to the shelfs and pushed the things that were on a waist high shelf off. America gasped and I guess I found the vent. I looked for myself and turns out I was right. I went to pull off the grate that kept it closed but pulled back as soon as I touched it.

  "Is that iron too?" America asked and I nodded. America came up beside me and pulled the grate off for me. I thanked him and suddenly I felt an extra weight on my shoulders. I looked to see that America had put his bomber jacket over my shoulders.

  "If the grates metal then the vent probably is too." He said and I nodded. He climbed in first with me right on his heels.

  "Where are we going?" I asked America. He looked at me over his shoulder and shrugged. Suddenly the vent started to creek and my eyes widened. That couldn't be good.

  The next thing I knew was America grabbing me and putting himself between me and the floor. His back hit the table with a crack that I wasn't sure if it was his back or the table. His grip on me loosened and I fell into the floor. I groaned after hitting my head off the table at sat up and looked at America through hazy eyesight.

  "America are you alright?" I asked and he just groaned. I grabbed his hand and used healing magic. His short breath became deeper as he started to relax.

  "Thanks dude." America said and sat up himself. My head still hurt but there was nothing I could do about that since I couldn't heal myself with my own magic.

  "Ryter, you don't look okay." America said and I shook the black spots away.

  "I'm fine, promise." I told him and he looked unsure.

  "You sure dude?"

  "Yeah, as okay as I could be."