It was silent for what seemed like ever. No one spoke, no one moved. I almost thought that no one was even breathing. Then, England took a sharp intake of breath and began shouting words that didn’t register in my brain. France started yelling back, and soon everyone but me was shouting. After some time, I couldn’t deal with it. Or their stupidity.
“Shut up!” I screamed, effectively quieting the countries. They all stared at me expectantly. “How can Prussia even declare a world war if he isn’t even a country anymore?” I asked angrily.
Spain blinked at me, apparently not having thought of that. “Oh.”
“That’s what I was about to say!” England huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Sure, Angleterre,” France replied.
“I was!”
I sighed. “That isn’t the point here!” I turned to Spain. “Who did you hear this from?”
“Austria,” Spain replied, looking thoroughly confused about all of this.
My eyebrows furrowed together. “Oh, um. Well, who else talks to Austria?”
“It’s usually just Hungary, Germany, and Italy once in a while.” His eyes widened. “Wait! I mean—! I—”
“You’re fine,” I told him. Yes, Italy was still with Prussia. Yes, my mom was also still with Prussia. And yes, I am worried as all hell.
“So it had to have been either Hungary or Germany who told Austria that,” America said suddenly. “Since Italy wouldn’t have the guts to declare a war like that, and Prussia can’t declare wars anymore.” We all stared at him, England’s mouth hanging open. It took a moment for Al to notice that nobody was talking and he looked up, flushing slightly when he saw that we were all just staring. “What?!” he cried. “I can be smart too!”
France smiled and shook his head slightly. “Of course you can, Amérique.”
England looked at France out of the corner of his eye. I held back a smile. He looked a little upset that France called America by his name in French. I had to admit, though, even I was a little surprised. I thought France only did that to England. I glanced back over at America and saw that he was giving France a weirded out look. I muffled a giggle.
“Anywho,” Spain said, breaking the silence. “What America said is true. It could only be those two. But why would anyone want to start a war?”
Simultaneously, they all looked at me. I raised my eyebrows. “Why do you think I know the answer? I’m not even a country!” I thought about that for a moment. “Well, I guess I’m still half a country… Half Italy.”
“Yes, but…” England began to say, but he trailed off as he studied my eyes. “Didn’t you say you would explain how your eyes changed colour?”
I blinked. “Oh. Well, um…”
“You said it wasn’t contacts,” Spain said.
“And you said that you would tell me later,” England added, an inquisitive look on his face. “So you do know how this happened.”
I bit my lip. “Yeah, I do. Well, I'm pretty sure I do.”
“Dude!” America cried, jumping in front of me. “How? I wanna know! I wanna change my eye colour!”
“It’s not just my eyes,” I told him. “It was something else, too.” They all waited for me to explain, and I sighed. I would have to eventually, right? “Well, while I was with Prussia—”
“So it was Prussia!” Iggy exclaimed.
“Shut up!” the other countries yelled.
I held back a chuckle. “Anyways, I was chained down to one of those surgical tables and he had a syringe with this glowing green liquid inside of it. And he injected me with it. I have no clue what it was, but it somehow affected my eyes and that’s the only way I know that it’s true.”
They all stared at me, confused. I just waited for that information to sink in, since I didn’t know how I could explain this any better.
“So…” France started. “Actually, I have no clue.”
England cried out suddenly, and fell to the floor, curled up in a ball. Everybody was frozen, except for France, who was immediately at England's side.
“Angleterre?” he said, panicking. His hands were on Iggy's shoulders and he shook him gently. “Arthur, are you okay?” It felt weird to hear France call him by his human name, but that’s what came out of his mouth.
“It be Captain Kirkland to ye,” he said, shoving France away as he stood back up.
We all stared at him from our spots, eyes wide and mouths hanging open. His eyes were a cloudier shade of green from before, and he had a malicious look to him.
“Oh shit,” I whispered.
He looked down on France before stepping over him to get to Spain. “Ay, what ye be doing here? Where be me ship?”
Spain laughed nervously. “Uh, si, about that—”
The now pirate England slapped him across the face, leaving an instant red mark. “How dare ye! What have ye done to me ship!”
“Hold on, now,” I said, slowly walking over to him, my hands raised. England set his gaze onto me. “Maybe if you go to the docks—”
“Ay,” he said, interrupting me mid-sentence. “He be protective over ye, lassie.” He looked me over quickly. “Go put some clothes on, lassie.”
Confused, I looked down and realized that I was wearing and oversized t-shirt with yoga short underneath. I chuckled. “Uh, of course. My apologies.” I spun on my heel and dashed upstairs. I pulled on a pair of skinny jeans, buttoning them on my way back downstarirs.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I froze and took in the site of the living room. Spain was sitting in the chair with a bloody lip, America was cowering behind the couch, and France looked like he was trying to reason with England, but it wasn’t working so well.
“Hey!” I shouted, marching into the middle of the living room with my hands on my hips. “Stop it!” France stared at me, panic-stricken, as England slowly turned to face me.
“Excuse me?” he asked, taking a step towards me. I thought I was going to be in the deepest shit I’ve ever been in but he froze all of a sudden, staring into my eyes. “Ye eyes, girl. What—don’t tell me…” He trailed off, just staring at me.
“What?” I asked warily, my hands raised in front of me.
“It can’t be…” he mused. He snapped out of whatever trance he was in though before I could snap his face. “Ye’ve got the Orb inside of you, me darling.”
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