ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢 [𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯]

Chapter 24

A/N: Hey everyone, I've kinda been banned from being online and stuff since my parents took away my electronics. That's the reason I haven't really been online much, so if I don't answer to any messages or comments that's the reason. My VPN on the computer really sucks, it only lets me write more chapters, that about it, I swear in not ignoring ya'll on purpose. Since I'm writing on my computer the format is going to be different than usual and so is the length of this chapter. I will also try to put less swearing in, if there's a lot of swearing in a chapter I will put a warning in the introduction because I'm not sure if my parents go through my computer. They really hate swearing so I'm scared they might extend the punishment. I'm just listening to Heathers songs and thinking about how messed up my life is while writing some random stories to improve my skill. Okay. enough rambling. I'm back spoofs. ;)

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Warning:

strong language

slight gore

S/c - Skin colour

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Y/n stirred from her slumber, staring up at the blank ceiling with half lidded eyes, lights blinding her sensitive vision. She groaned at having to wake up, moving her limbs one by one, checking if they were still attached. First her legs, okay, good. she still has those. Then her left arm. okay...she still has that. She moved her left fingers around, clenching them into a fist until her knuckles turned white, then releasing. Next, she turned to her right arm, a sharp pain jabbed a 'Ouch....fuck. still have that. But it fucking hurts to move it.' she mentally hissed.

Her head? Yup still attached to her neck. Her toes, yup. Her nose? yup. Anything missing? No, well, at least she doesn't think so. She sat up slowly, trying not to put too much pressure onto my wounded arm, then taking in a deep breath, trying to remember what in god's good name happened. "South had scared North and Taiwan, Taiwan started shrieking and....North threw a knife at me." y/n mumbled incoherently, unsure whether she still had a voice or not. her throat was parched and her lips were chapped. Her breaths were raspy and uneven.

Then and only then was when her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she was able to take in her surroundings. The room was painted dark blue with hardly any furniture. All that was visible to Y/n was a soft, comfy bed on which she was situated on, a bookshelf filled to the brim with books that looked untouched and a desk lit by a lamp in the corner of the room. There was a chair in front of it, casting a stretched shadow across the room. In the chair, there was a figure. slumped over the desk, breathing quietly and unevenly, as if crying or sobbing.

It was obvious that the person was in a deep state of slumber but were they having a nightmare? Well, she certainly didn't want to find out. Y/n's left hand flew to her mouth, trying to quieten any sound she was making as she slowly got out of the covers so heavily draped on her lower half. she noticed the bandages wrapped around her right arm. she was unsure if they were so tight she could hardly feel her actual arm or if the knife had slit through one of her nerves.

Either way, she was going to get out of this terrifying fucking room, away from this damn mystery country and find South Korea. She stepped out of the bed, her bare feet shivering against the cold, wooden floor. Nausea lingering in her stomach. She took a few successful steps forwards, trying to make as little noise as possible to not wake the sleeping figure.

step step

step step

step ste-THUMP

Y/n tripped on a folded corner of the carpet so sneakily hidden away in the shadows. she threw her arms out to try and catch herself but all that did was place the weight of her whole body onto her poor, wounded right arm. The petite girl cried out in pain as she slammed onto the floor, blood pouring out from the bandage, the cloth started to unravel, the pain growing more and more as her precious, crimson blood left her arm. her vision turning blurry and her breathing growing heavier. The figure's head snapped to her immediate direction and they jumped up from their seat.

"Holy shit- Y/n!" the masculine voice of the country yelled, rushing to her aid. The country picked her up gently and half carried, half dragged the young woman back towards the bed. Once she was comfortably placed on the soft sheets of the bed he set to work on her arm. Tearing what was left of the cast off her s/c arm. He pulled what looked like a first aid kit out from under his bed while y/n drifted in and out of consciousness.

"You're going to be okay sunshine, don't worry, I'll make sure you'll be." He rambled on, pulling out a new roll of bandages to stop the bleeding. The country placed the end of the roll onto the flesh beneath the wound, tearing the length he needed off the roll with his teeth, all the while muttering to Y/n that she was going to be alright. He wrapped the length of bandage tightly around the flesh wound. Y/n's breathing had become shallow and quiet, her head hurting so much she wanted to bang it against something just to numb it.

The country placed two fingers on the area of the cut, putting pressure on it. Thankfully the bleeding had ceased now but that was still concerning to the country. He turned around and walked towards his desk, flipping the switch to the lamp, further illuminating the room, and his face. Through Y/n's weakened voice she mustered enough strength to say one word. "North....?" The country nodded, tears visible in his eyes as they glistened in the light. She weakly reached out her left hand to him.

Her breathing growing stronger with every minute. North Korea took her hand and held it to his cheek, smiling warmly at her. She smiled back, the tension in the room fading away. "W-why are you helping me..-" The weak female started, only to be interrupted by a fit of coughs from herself. North's grip on her hand tightened out of worry, but went loose when he saw she was alright.

"I helped you because I needed too. I can't explain it, I just needed to help you. I couldn't leave you there, bleeding out on the floor. if I did...I don't think I could've lived with myself knowing I had the chance to save you." North sighed, pulling her into a hug. Y/n felt he was cold, but in a way, it was comforting, she hugged him back, becoming a human version of a hot water bottle. He buried his head into the crook of her neck, sniffling and crying like a child.

Y/n pulled him closer, cuddling him and rubbing his back. The crying had turned into hiccupping as he tried to regain his composure, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Y/n hushed him, trying to console the weeping country by peppering kisses on his forehead. Eventually North's hiccupping quietened down, and he nuzzled into her neck, trying to hide the fact he was blushing redder than he ever thought he would. "Thank you Northie..." Y/n whispered to him, hugging him tighter. "No problem Sunshine."

After all,

he felt like he needed her to function.

He felt like he would kill anyone who tried to take her away from him.

Even his own brother.