ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢 [𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯]

Chapter XXVIII - The Mentality Of A Child Part II

Warning:

Strong Language

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                                                                               Silence.

All she knows is silence.

Silence is nothing

So quiet

Yet so full

So loud

It swarms us all

With dread

Terror

Confusion

Panic

Nothing

Let's see how long the silence will eat at her heart until she cracks

"Soooooo..."

"H-hm?"

"What was the thing about America?"

"O-oh yeah. Ge-Ger-Germany and America a-are being interrogated."

"WHAT?!"

"Th-that's why t-they were told to be early. UK was going to lock them in separate rooms and interrogate them. A bit d-dumb I-if you a-ask me."

"W-wha, did, HUH?! What did they do wrong?!"

"Oh, America had contact with your dad and was planning to hand you over to him. Germany was his accomplice."

The way Poland said that statement scared the everloving fuck out of her. Did he not care? Well, if he didn't. She wouldn't either.

"what in the actual fuck.....Also, what happened to your voice? Where's your stutter?"

Y/n asked. Her eyes glued to the passing road. Poland raised an eyebrow at her nonchalant behavior and sudden change of conversation. He shrugged it off. Maybe she was in such a state of shock that she wanted to change the subject. keep her mind off the bad side of things. Y/n let out an inaudible sigh, then leaned on the car door, gazing woefully out the window. Her face was pressed up against it, each breath making fog appear on the window.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance before wiping it off and just laying her chin on her hand. The landscape went from empty road surrounded by a field to a bustling city road with people casually walking around. Carrying their kids, pets, bags, etc. The female sighed, wondering what it would be like to....be normal. Not live in a huge mansion. Not be a test subject for some dumb project. Not to know these 'Mystical Beings" with flags for heads. She didn't want to be special. She wanted to be normal, to blend into the crowd.