Forty-Two

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When we reenter the mansion of a house, we are swarmed by the others.

          “Tally, are you okay!?” Hungary asks. Prussia sneers.

          “’Course she is. She is a student of the awesome me.”

          “Looks like she has minor bruising, a few scratches… Nothing that won’t be gone within a few days.” Austria observes after giving me a quick glance over.

          “I’ll have to give… A closer inspection.” France smiles. I find both his comment and the smile he placed with it unsettling.

          “Bastard, no you won’t. The only person looking her over is Hungary and I. We’ll both examine the damages.” Romano states. I blush.

          “Ah… Hungary will be fine… She probably knows a lot about health, right?” I quickly look to her for help.

          “Oh!” Hungary catches the glance immediately. “Right! Of course! I know lots about the human body; I’ll be able to fix her up in a jiffy!” She nearly rips me off Romano’s shoulders, and whisks me off, leaving everyone else stranded.

          “Thank you, I don’t think I could handle those boys looking at me… Naked…” I mumble. She nods.

          “No problem. I completely understand. We’ll have to get you cleaned up though. Your hair is an utter mess.” I nod, and she brings me to a bathroom. At least, I think it’s a bathroom.

          “…Is that a Jacuzzi? And a sauna?” I ask, dumbfounded.

          “Yup. This is the spa room. It’s the only place I could clean you up and check your wounds.” Hungary explains. I nod.

          “Right-o.”

          “Now, strip time! Don’t worry, I won’t look!” She covers her eyes and, following her orders, I remove my clothes quickly, and hop into the fully running hot tub. It feels really nice, although the hot water kind of burns and stings on the scrapes. My back aches. Bubbles fill the Jacuzzi, and I feel something weighing my head down. Hungary’s hands are pushing me underwater. “Don’t worry; I’m not trying to kill you. You need to get all of your head wet.” Hungary comments. I nod, plug my nose, and submerge my entire body in the water.

          I feel my hair weave and twist around me, freely, as my bun falls out. I open my eyes, the heat making me blink a little. The water is clear, and I swim as much as I can in a small tub. I come up no more than a minute later, panting.

          “Wow! You sure can hold your breath for a while!” Hungary grins. I repeat the gesture.

          “After living on an island for so long, you grow used to the heated waters on your eyes, and you find yourself wanting to spend more time under water.” I reply, leaning again the wall next to her. She puts her hands into my now wet hair.

          “Let’s get your hair cleaned.” I nod, and lean back, enjoying the feeling.

          “How did you get so good at hair cleaning and massages?” I ask.

          “I’ve always loved hot springs, and I wanted others to be able to enjoy it too.” She explains.

          “Well, that’s good. Everyone should be able to have a good time.” I comment, and yawn. “Woman, you have magic fingers.”

          “Thanks! I’ve perfected my technique!” I dunk my head under when she’s finished with the shampoo and conditioner.

          “Man, your hair is as long as mine, but a lot thicker.” Hungary compliments. I smile.

          “Yeah, I supposedly get it from my father…”

          “…Oh…” She doesn’t pry. She knows it’s a touchy subject, family.

          “We should give you a new hairstyle!” She changes topic.

          “No.” I immediately turn down. “I love my hair. I will let it grow as long as it wants to, and no one will mess with it.”

          “…Alright.” Hungary mumbles. She stands up. “Well, I’ll go get you a towel!” And with that, she bounds off happily. I sit in the hot water, and let it burn my pores open. I feel so refreshed. I run my hands on my legs under the water, feeling the pickles. I need to shave again, already. I’ll do that tomorrow. Hungary comes back quickly.

          “How do you feel about all of the guys in the world? Like, the guy countries? Why are there so many guy countries?” I ask her.

          “Well…” She hesitates, thinking about the questions. “It… Was just luck of the draw, I guess. I mean, I would be happier if there were more girl countries at the moment, but… Soon enough, we’ll all be one again, if we’re still around. You know, in about a million years, the tectonic plates will have moved us all back into a Pangaea of sorts. Then we’ll all be together.” The smile slowly fades from her face. “You do know there is another battle coming, right? World wars, I’m getting tired of them. America… He is the cause.” I raise an eyebrow.

          “What do you mean?” I ask.

          “Well, before America, we only had minor scuffles. Nothing between everyone in the world. Everyone was friends, on some accounts. And then… America happened, and both World Wars became reality. It was something we all feared would happen. We knew it would happen eventually; something would push and break the barrier of friendship… America was that something. All of those deaths… He is the cause. Sure, I may have been neutral for the first one, but… After I heard the second one happened, I knew who the problem was. America. I joined the Axis, to be on opposite sides of the reason for the war, but… Nothing really came of it. I did minor trading with Germany, and… That was it… Becoming a country is tough work, and at first, nothing good will come from it. Can I… Tell you something?” She looks at me seriously. I nod.

          “The next World War is coming. Everyone knows it. Only I know why though. You. You just became a new country. Everyone will give you a rough time. The wars that are to come… Will be yours to blame. That’s why I want to help you. I want to make sure you’re ready, and strong, for the wars to come. They will be rough, and hard, and much bloodshed with emerge… But if you’re strong, you’ll survive.” I stare at her, mouth agape.

          “I… I understand… I will… Do my best!” I decide. She smiles.

          “Good. I will be on your side, throughout it, no matter what side you’re on.” She concludes. I smile happily, hugging her.

          “Thanks… Big Sister.”

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