Part 41

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It's starting

Their capturing Oliver today or they already have since it is about 2pm

I hope they don't/didn't die a painful death.

Well Greenland can't die but Luciano can can.

Which will make her stay back and probably get captured.

There are so many things that can go wrong.

WHY THE HELL DIDNT I DO THIS MYSELF.

I'm just going to read and calm myself.

*Its Real life time!*

I stood up from the couch and start pacing back and forth. Where the hell are they? Why didn't I go? If they die I am never going to freaking forgive myself. How about if they're already dead? Greenland can't get harmed by them but she also can't harm them. Damn you Oliver. Damn you.

I bumped into a tall figure standing in my way and arms wrapped around my tiny figure. I excepted them warmly and started to cry into the "strangers" chest.

"Calm down Norway. I'm sure they're alright! My sis can chop their heads off!"

Typical Denmark not knowing anything.

"Den, they can't hurt her and she can't hurt them" My voice came out muffled.

"Well then there's nothing to worry about!"

"How about your sisters Friend."

"True."

I wrapped my hands around the Danes waist and we stood there for a long time. He very soon got tired of standing and carried me to the couch and sat me down next to him. I put my head on his shoulder and he rested his arm on my shoulders.

Suddenly the door opened revealing a very bloodstained Greenland carrying (or more like dragging) a pink haired boy and Luciano. I ran and grabbed Oliver while Greenland limped towards the couch and tried to get Luciano into the other couch. Thankfully Denmark helped her. This was when I noticed a deep wound on Luciano's side looking like a stab wound that would need stitches. I ran to get the first aid kit and put it on the table. Greenland was already trying to heal her friend's wounds to no avail. She emotionally unstable as well as physically.

"Greenland, sit down and rest. I will heal him."

She refused to budge "no"

"Just do what I say. You are obviously not in any shape to do magic"

She hesitantly sat next to Luciano and watched as I healed him.

"What happened?" Asked the Dane. As he started to clean her arms.

"It went well at first but they noticed when we started to escape everything went to hell. The one with the baseball bat noticed us first."

Greenland soon noticed what Denmark was doing and pulled her arms away from him.

"I will go and change."

She dragged herself up the stairs until she was out of sight.

"Is she hurt?" Asked Denmark.

"Her foot. There's something wrong with it. Other than that her magical energy is drained meaning she is weak." I answered.

"What? I don't have any magic. So does that mean I'm weak?"

I sighed "everyone has magic it's just that some people chose to use it." There was a deeper explanation but I wasn't in the mood for explaining.

I stitched up the poor boy and left him to rest. Greenland came down the stairs limping slightly as I had noticed before.

"What happened to your foot." Denmark asked.

"Nothing."

"Why are you limping then?" I butted in.

"I'm not"

She was stubborn but I was not going to give up.

"Sit" I ordered.

She sat.

I checked for any wounds on her foot. Nothing that I could see. I didn't want to lift up her skirt even though I knew she was wearing shorts underneath. She sighed and stood up.

"Fine" She said.

She lifted up a bit of her skirt revealing some deep scratch marks.

"How exactly did you get these?" I asked.

"Vegan man." She answered

"Baseball bat?" I questioned

"With the nails" She continued.

Denmark just stood there, open mouthed and axe ready to kill someone.

"Denmark, you can't kill them. Or hurt them"

"THEN HOW CAN THEY FREAKIN HURT YOU."

Greenland looked towards the floor and silently stammers. "Because I'm one of them."

HEY PATATOS

I feel so absolutely evil.
CLIFFHANGER.
QUE THE EVIL LAUGH.

Haha. I've been waiting for this moment for quite a while now.
To finally tell you Greenland's true form.
And the next chapter is going to start with a real life bit to carry this on.

Bye my slightly pissed Doitsu Army!

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