She got up, her head stung. Goddamn Third Reich. She hated him. Goddamn Poland.
Right, so obviously she couldn't trust Third anymore. He was just bad news in a newspaper that people shouldn't read. They'd get bad information stuck in their misunderstanding, ignorant little minds.
She turned on her phone. Good thing she bought it. She knew this would happen.
Smart thinking. Thank you. She thought to herself. She didn't even care about insanity anymore.
She swiped down. Phew, it was the beginning of spring tonight. She'd suffer less. Hopefully others would as well. Especially Russia.
Oh, she already began to remember things. Handy.
"T̴h̶e̵r̸e̸ ̸w̸i̷l̸l̴ ̴n̴e̴v̶e̶r̴ ̸b̵e̸ ̷a̷n̷y̴ ̴k̶i̸n̶d̶ ̶o̴f̴ ̵w̷o̴n̶d̸e̵r̴l̵a̵n̶d̶ ̷y̶o̵u̴ ̸c̵a̸l̴l̴ ̶p̵e̵a̸c̵e̸.̸ ̵W̵a̵k̸e̷ ̸u̶p̸,̷K̷̛̹͎̯̺̄̇͛̒̈͛̈̉̚̚̕͝͝ͅi̵͕̙͉͈̪̬͑̎́̀͌̑́̊̐̀͆̂̚͝͝w̷̢͖̟̻̟̯̫͌̀̈́̀̈͐͋̔̽̀͛̉i̸͚̘̭̳̭̟̹̾̈.̷ ̶T̷h̴i̴s̴ ̶i̷s̵ ̷r̷e̶a̶l̶ ̶l̸i̸f̷e̴.̸ ̵P̵f̴f̴t̵,̶ ̴m̸y̴ ̷a̸s̸s̵.̶" She said. Something was wrong with her voice. It sounded like there were more than one person speaking at a time, and even so, it was fairly distorted.
Shiz.
She darted to the waterfall, looking at her reflection. Even though the water wavered, she could see herself clearly.
Her neck had a thorned vine creeping down it, piercing her skin. She was scarred and mangled, although she only got shot through the forehead. tHAT diDnt maKe sEnse dID it?
She looked back to her grey scarf next to the water, where she climbed out from the water with Poland a day ago.
She shuffled over to the scarf, picking it up. It was soft. Probably the only thing that's keep her warm until she found Soviet.
She missed him.
Right, so she knew the direction to where they were. Only where it was, not anything else. Out of everything she could've forgotten, it was the location. nIIcE. Well, she needed to get there. One way or another.
A few hours later, she found herself in a small but familiar clearing. There was charred wood in the middle of the area, from where they set the fire.
She liked fire.
Wait.. where did that come from?
She liked fire?
She'd answer that later. Now, she needed to find everyone.
First, she carefully observed the area. Burnt wood. It burned out a long time ago. She knew that. Hundreds of snapped twigs. When did this happen? Probably broken out of sadness or rage. Car tracks. That was what she was looking for.
She followed car tracks until they went to an old and worn out road. The trail led to the city, she thought. No. She knew.
She limped to the destroyed buildings, only half way there so far. Well, nothing a little bit of singing road trip songs she used to listen to wouldn't help. Well, not so much of road songs, more of just song songs.
Anyway.
A few minutes later, she finally entered the city. She already heard conversation. She didn't stop singing, though. Instead, the other people shut up to listen to her.
This was awkward.
"...Who... what the hell?" Exclaimed Soviet. "K...Kiwi?"
She didn't stop singing, though. It was her favourite song.
".̸͇̍.̷̻̍.̶͖̚A̶͖̓n̵͙̏d̷̬̆ ̸̟̐g̶̝̈ȅ̴͉t̷̯̉ ̷͍͊m̵̤͊è̵̥ ̷̜͆w̶̳͠a̸̹̓k̸̤͋i̴̛͎ń̷̨ǧ̶͖ ̴̻͌ũ̶͈p̷̯̊,̸̻̈́ ̶̰̽s̴̖̄h̷͈͝ȧ̵̙k̵̰͝i̸͎̐n̶̮̓g̷̩̀ ̴̃͜ú̷̠p̷̲͆,̸̧͑ ̴̥̏t̷̢̕ȁ̵̝ň̵̺g̶̺̽l̵̪̚e̴̜͂ḑ̶̛ ̶͔̓ư̴̼p̶̡̓.̵̃ͅ ̸̡́Y̶̢̽o̸̮̎u̷̼͒ ̵̣̐c̸̅ͅo̷̺͐ṳ̴͒l̴͚̂d̸̛̻ ̵̫̐b̶̟̂ë̷́͜ ̵̛̟ḃ̵͇ṟ̶̓ě̶͖ȁ̵͈k̵̺̏i̶̪͠ń̵̨ḡ̵͔ ̵͉̽u̵̫͊p̷̛͙,̷̖́ ̷̗̀m̶͈̃a̶͍͘k̸͔̿ĩ̴̩n̴̤͆g̸̻̏ ̵̳̎u̷̫̍p̷͓̎,̸̟̾ ̸̮̕t̷͎̋ā̸̢n̵̘͛g̵̯͒l̸̯͝e̸̫͆d̵̖̊ ̶̞̌ȕ̴̫p̴̩̄.̴̭̇ ̸͇͒Y̴̡͑o̸̮͘ú̸̪ ̶͇̎c̶͉̎à̸͖n̸̹̑'̸̞͊ţ̴͋ ̵̞̽b̵̨̐e̸̜̎ ̸̻̃f̸̩͂a̶̦̿k̷̾ͅĭ̶̬n̷̠͂g̴̮̿ ̶̳́i̸̱͗t̸̙̀,̴̮̒ ̶̖̍m̶̮̑a̸̟͛ǩ̵̹i̵͊ͅn̴̲̄g̴͓͝ ̴̡̛i̷̪͠t̶̠́ ̸͔̽f̵̯͂r̶̗͊o̵̧͐m̴͖̅ ̵̥̄m̷̧̏y̴̢͋ ̶̡̽l̴̥̽o̵̢͌v̵̭͠ȇ̵͎.̷̲̃ ̵̩̐W̸͍͒í̴͜t̸͍̐h̴̹̐ ̸̯̆ą̷̋l̵̯̏l̷͓͌ ̴̼́t̴̟̀h̸͚̀i̸͔̓s̶̟̋ ̴͊ͅṱ̸͌r̴̮̈́a̷̜̎g̵̮͑ě̵͕ḏ̷̃ỵ̸̇,̵̣͊ ̷͉͛d̵̦͊o̸̱̒ń̶͇'̴̤͌t̶̞̿ ̵̭̚g̵̦͊e̸͓͂t̸̗̏ ̷̜̄m̸͕͐e̵̳͝ ̶̭̓t̴̻͘a̶̜̍ṋ̶̂g̴̰̀l̴̩͗e̸͚͗d̶̪̄ ̴̟̓u̸̢͋p̷͔̊!̵̘̈́"
She sang. She then shut up. She realised many thought she was a zombie. Technically, she was. Ah, never mind.
She came closer to them, smiling. Third didn't give her a smile back..? What a shame.
"You.. you're a monster!" Someone from Soviet's side cried.
Kiwi needed something to say back. Something cunning.
"T̷h̷a̶t̸'̴s̷ ̶r̵i̶g̷h̵t̵.̷ ̴E̵x̴c̸e̴p̸t̴,̵ ̵I̵ ̷d̵o̷n̴'̵t̶ ̵l̸i̷k̴e̵ ̶t̷h̸e̸ ̴w̵o̸r̸d̴ ̴'̷m̷o̴n̸s̴t̴e̶r̷'̴.̵ ̵I̸ ̷p̵r̶e̶f̵e̴r̵.̶.̷.̴"
(To those who couldn't read the speech before, it said 'There will never be any kind of wonderland you call peace. Wake up, ....... This is real life. Pfft, my ass.' '...And get me waking up, shaking up, tangled up. You could be breaking up, making up, tangled up. You can't be faking it, making it from my love. With all this tragedy, don't get me tangled up!' and 'That's right. Except, I don't like the word 'monster'. I prefer...' DON'T WORRY! It will continue!)
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Fanfiction(THIS IS MOSTLY NOT BASED ON HISTORY, AND IF SO, IT IS NOT ACCURATE. There are some ships that may not exist, bare with me. It doesn't have much to do with country alliances or anything, just making this cuz I can.) Meet the Countries; America, Germ...
