Chpt. 12

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~You~

Bubba caught me....But then you fell, Oblivion they might have said it was........But you didn't believe that.....you believed everything would be fine.....perfectly fine.........but then the darkness came and you were swallowed by the Oblivion.........

The faint glow, the glow with the silver and the red eyes.......

The last thing you knew happened was a necklace being put on your neck.....

Mini Awesomeness.....

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~Gil~

Bleep.....Bleep.....Bleep.....Bleep.....

The Horrible sound that rings through the room like a tube in the symphony of flutes. The broken soul lying in the bed is so still, almost corpse-like........But she said so herself, I remember......I should remember I am her Bubba....

"(Name)?" A nurse said as she entered the room. "Someone is here to see you"

When she left I had entered the room.

"B-bubba?" You asked quietly.

"Ja, mini awesomeness?" I looked up at you trying to hide how scared I was.

"C-can Nations die??" (name) asked.

"Nein, only by blood loss" I stated my voice quivering slightly.

"Then i can go home....right?" She asked quietly.

"Nein, you have to stay here until your better....." I said shifting oddly.

"But i am (Country Name)!" (name) stated matter of factly.

I remember staring at her in awe and getting her home ASAP.

That's it.....She said she couldn't die......she said it.....she said she could go home now......then why was I here again?

Beep.....Beep.....Beep.....Beep.....

The death defying sound that only a broken heart could take.....

I just want to be Away from it all, flying free......I couldn't take it, my broken heart aches for the freedom we deserve.......all three of us.....

Ludwig, he already has his freedom, he just doesn't realize it......ever since the wars......

Me, I am meinself, the awesomness....no the big brother Prussia....

and

(name), the wonderful little one too young to die but too old to be innocent yet too old to cry and too young to fly free......

Sweet dreams are made of these,

who am I? To disagree?

Travel the world on the seven seas,

everybody's lookin' for somethin'....

FREEDOM

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