Split Personality

A Taste of Your Own Medicine

America's POV:
   "Wait wait wait, you knew he had split personality disorder and didn't tell anyone?" I practically shout. Britain closes the door and has a slightly annoyed look.

   N and Imperial both look at me with a face of 'i forgot you were here'. I would have found this funny if I weren't angry.

   Imperial looks like she is about to say something but N taps her shoulder and shakes his head no. N steps in front of Imperial and holds his arm out. "I asked her not to tell anyone about me or my problems. It's my fault."

   I don't know what to do, continue being mad that no one was notified, or be impressed with the amount of time she kept that secret for him.

   I choose a middle ground and just back off a bit and let the others talk.

Soviet's POV:
   He is standing up for her. He looks scared out of his mind but he's willing to take all of the potential pain Imperial may get.

   That's a good friend.

   "Ok everyone needs to calm down. Imperial, is this true or his he lying on your behalf?" I ask slightly impressed with myself for the proper English I used.

Third looks at me dead in the eyes. I look back. They flash red for a split second. It was quick, but noticeable.

Imperial looks at me "Yes that is the Truth. He asked me to do it." She said this while slowly shaking her head no. Third did not notice this because he was looking at me.

   "Ok, Third can you please go to the meeting room. We need to have a talk with your friend here." Britain said. He dose not move at first but after America gave him a warning shock he got the message and walked away looking defeated.

   "So, Imperial. Why did he lie for you?" I ask. She looks like she is trying to find the right words. "Well...it's a really long story but, I was the only person who helped him with his problems, who talked to him, who was his friend. I guess he just thinks he needs to keep me safe, that he owes me or something. Even if it hurts him." She explained sitting down in a chair.

   "Why are you telling us so much?" America asked. "Because he needs help. He knows he needs help, he wants help. He just doesn't know how to ask for it." She looks at the table for a second. She laughs a bit and mutters something angrily under her breath.

"So your trying to help?" I ask. "Yes. After all, he is my best friend no matter what."
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This talks about self harm. Please skip if you are not comfortable with this topic. Actually, just stop reading this book. You will miss a lot. It's not worth it. It's not that good of a book anyways
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   I take Thirds pocket knife out of my pocket and show it to Imperial. "Um I don't know how to say it to you because of your good friendship with him but um he has been um..." I can't get the words out.

   "He's been cutting hasn't he?" She asks with a sigh. We just nod. She stands up and snaps her fingers turning herself back into her flag form.

   She pulls a pocket knife out of her pocket. "He's not anymore though." Britain adds on. "No, he is. He probably is right now. I know him. He's not stopping until he thinks he's gone through enough pain. So he's not stoping anytime soon." She says looking at us. "We took his knife though..." Britain said. "So? he's probably found something else. A rock. A sharp nail. His own teeth. You can't stop someone in a state of mind like that."

   "What are you doing?" America asks. "I'm going to give him a pice of my mind." she says flicking the blade of her knife out. I grab her. She shoved me off. "I'm not going to hurt him. I'm simply going to show him what he is doing." She walks of and we decided to follow and watch.

Thirds POV:
   I'm sitting in the meeting Room like I wAs told to. God I'm such a coward. She deserVes a better friEnd. I'm a disappoiNtment.

   I hear her walk in. She looks livid and serious. I shrink down. Most people don't live to tell the next part.

   I see a knife in her hand and she is walking towards me. Slow and painful is what it will be from what I can tell. What are you doing?! Fight dammit!

   She lifts her arm and places the blade on it. "Um, what are you doing?" I ask quietly. "Did you hurt people?" She asks looking at me dead in the eyes.

   "Yes." I say. "Do you deserve to be hit?" "Yes." "Do you deserve to bleed?" "Yes." "Do you deserve to die?" "Yes."

   "Then by that logic I deserve this." She swipes the blade across her arm and small crimson streaks drip down her arm. I am mortified. "JE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" "I'm doing the same thing your doing. Having myself get what I deserve." "WHAT NO! You don't deserve this. Your kind and patient and positive. Your the nicest person I have ever met."

   "And your fun, and creative and determined. We have both done so many wrong things. What's the difference between you and me? What makes you deserve it but I don't?" A lot of things. You will never understand, and I will never tell you.

   "I killed innocent people! I was racist! I treated- no I KILLED people for being different! I look and act like a fucking demon from hell!" That was me idiot.

   She went silent. What did I just do.

   "Name one country who has not done something like any of those on any level of severity."

I don't know give me a second
"One"
Wait she's counting!
"Two"
Umm oh uh oh- wait no.
"Three..."
Shit

   "You couldn't could you" I shake my head. I understand what she's saying but.

   "Exactly, I am nowhere near innocent either, and look at me. I'm fine. Besides, Red did all of that not you, and you can't control how you look so don't beat yourself up about things you can't control."

   "Do you promise not to do that again?" I ask her. I hate seeing her hurt. I can't help but feel it's my fault. "Only if you promise to actually get help and not shove all your problems under the rug, deal?" She asks I nod. "Deal." Just to be clear, I did not agree to this.

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This was so hard for me to write. I was kind of reluctant to post this. Should I stop posting or should I continue?

Anyways, toodaloo- Grilly