He couldn't scream, he couldn't move, he was helpless. All he could think was where was this taking me?
He was about to leave the bathroom, when something hit him, drug him out the window, he woke up seeing the sky, and knew he was being taken into the forest. It's been serval minutes now, Germany must be looking for him now. He felt his hand go numb, and realized that what ever wrapped him was draining him, making him feel drowsy, the same way he felt when he went in a coma, but this time he fought it. He tried to wiggle but it was so tight he couldn't. He grunted slightly and tried to move his hand, being successful he felt his hand hit the dirt below him. Determined he reached to get what ever was wrapping around his mouth, but his hand fell short and fell limp. There was no blood flowing through it anymore. He screamed in his head, seeing his limp hand, it looked dead. He strained his eyes to see where he was going. He saw, what was coming, the terrible thing that was ahead.
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The Untrimmed Garden
Short StoryAfter so many wars Germany hasn't had time to tend to his garden, so after England casts a spell by accident and creates constrictor vines that track and lure their targets, how will the German and Italian survive?
