Love In Sight (Greenland x Antarctica)

Chapter 4

Antarctica's eyes flipped wide awake, confused as if she didn't remember the night before. She tried to recall going to bed, but Greenland somehow became the first thing that came to mind. Then she remembered: the movie became too gory and everyone sent themselves to bed, and he escorted her to her room for bed. Before anything else, she looked at spot during sleep. It was wet, and it had turned her covers into pretty much soggy towels. 

Why doesn't anybody notice something's wrong? She thought, Maybe anybody noticing is not important. She peered through the window next to her bed. Rain still poured, but it wasn't as bad as last night. That's good, at least to her. A feeling of urination soon overcame her judgement, and decided she would go to the bathroom. So getting up, Antarctica walked to her door, opening it to find an empty room. It seemed like everyone was still asleep. She looked at a nearby clock: 4:20. Wow, she slept only 6 hours. And it's not even a school night. How ridiculous. No wonder it was still dark looking outside.

Antarctica slowly crept towards the bathroom near Sweden's room, cautious about her surroundings as to not disturb the rest of the others. She froze once shuffling was heard, but it stopped just as abruptly as it began. She eventually reached it, opening the door with great trembling. Nobody was in it, so that was good. The door closed, allowing her to do her business. And no, I'm not doing a description, even or especially if you really want me to.

-2 minutes later, 4:23-

Antarctica turned on the sink, turning the knob slowly to prevent a loud noise. The water began, and she washed it. Again, she heard shuffling, but decided to not acknowledge it since nothing happened the first time. She turned off the sink, dried her hands and opened the door once again. And standing outside was Greenland, looking tired as ever and seemed to be clenching something in his hand. Antarctica jumped, fear in her eyes, and if she was prepared for someone outside the door, that person would already be on the ground, groaning in pain. 

Once realizing it was Greenland, she put her hand over her chest, as if she was having a heart attack. And she did, but a small one.

"Sorry about that." he whispered, out of breath from the sudden reaction of the female, should've probably knocked to let you know someone was waiting. Then he gave a closer look at her. "Are you alright?"

"Me? Oh...yeah, i'm fine," she replied, "why do you ask?"

"You seem like you jumped in a pool. "

"No no, that was my...covers. It was too warm, especially with the humid temperatures of the rain outside."

"Got it." he walked into the bathroom, accidentally dropping a small object while closing the door. A curious Antarctica picked it up. It seemed to be a blade, like something to sharpen a pencil over a trash can with. Confusion clouded her mind, inspecting the small piece. Must be something for shaving. But wait, he doesn't have facial hair. As hard as she could think, he lacked the understanding for using a razor and not having anything to actually shave. The she recalled the arms from last night, how they were all bloodied, and how she assumed he somehow sneaked out to go biking. The pieces began flying at her, and it was her to catch said flying pieces. 

Then it hit her. 

Oh my god. She mentally stumbled back, realizing the arms weren't an accident; they were intentional, and it's all because of that mourning state Sweden had told her about. Antarctica didn't know that he was trying to hurt himself. And even scarier was the fact that his problems were put aside, brushed off the minds of his brethren as if he was a bug, an insect, a nuisance. Despite how little she knows about his situation, she seemed to care more than anyone else would for knowing someone for less than 24 hours. But that meant: he was going into the bathroom not to urinate, but to bleed out. 

Antarctica suddenly came to that horrifying realization, and knew she had to get in there to stop him. Otherwise, he would have to continue to suffer. So with haste, she checked the door knob to see if it turned all the way. If it didn't, it would be locked. If it did, she could get in. And sure enough, the door was unlocked. She had to enter with justification, otherwise it would either be awkward or Greenland makes a fatal mistake if she barged in without warning. Antarctica knocked gently, waiting for a reply from the man on the other side. 

"Yes?" he asked with a voice crack.

"It's me," she told him, "you seemed to have dropped something when you walked in."

"Really?" the voice became fake but convincing, "well I'll pick it up once I get out of here."

"Will you mind if I delivered it to you in there?"

"Uh, that would be unnecessary. I'll just gr-" he was cut off when she walked in with the blade in her hand. He freaked out, attempting to hide the blade by throwing it behind the trash, crossing his arms to hide his wounds. Antarctica quickly grabbed the man and quietly dragged him outside the bathroom. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to stop you."

"But I'm not committing to a unholy task, so there is no need for such alarm." Greenland assured, aware of his actions but refused to confess to them. She then pointed to his arms, obviously scarred though the recent wounds seemed more as if they are cuts from a prickly bush, so bandages weren't needed. 

"Please, what are you doing? What are you doing to yourself?" Antarctica appeared on the verge of breaking down. He once again tried to escape into his room, but being Antarctica, she held him in place with surprising strength. He resisted, but soon stopped, knowing that struggling will most likely end in a horrible way. After he stopped, he became surrounded by her arms around him, locking him in for a hug. 

Hold up, does someone actually care?  He questioned, hugging her too while lifting her, bringing the both of them to the couch. Antarctica didn't seem to be letting go, bringing her head into Greenland's chest as they both laid down. He didn't appear to show any emotion. Yes some tears and whimpers escaped him but no signs of fully breaking down.

"Cry, please." she whimpered, "you gotta let it all out. You're only human." they continued to hold each other. This was the most tingly Greenland had been since...well, ever. He did want to cry, it was going to be seen eventually, while his breath hitched, his grip tightened. Despite the circumstances, Antarctica didn't seem to take mind, not complaining about his cowardly behavior, looking like she was truly trying to comfort. She brought up her hand and put it under his, stroking his head to further comfort the Greenlander. 

This carried on for a minimum of SEVEN minutes, with her trying to comfort a saddened Greenland. They also had to be careful as to keep the noise down, just in case their actions could be heard from the other bedrooms. But soon, comfort was achieved, and their position was soon realized. Greenland was the first to react, signalling Antarctica to get off of him. She complied, a blush on her face appeared and rapidly reddened. There was an awkward silence, unsure of their next measures. 

"My room," she finally spoke, "after breakfast. We will discuss in the morning." And then she left towards her room. Greenland continued in a state of thought, frozen in place. Out of all people, why her? The last part floated throughout his brain. Why her?  Coming to the reality that he could be spotted momentarily, he dashed towards the so-called safety of his room, seeing how much he could get to rest before being morbidly awoken.

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Dang, I should stop working on this. I have a Germany x Poland book to work on.