ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢 [𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯]

Chapter XXX - I Love You, But Not Really

[ A/n: Lmao I've recently realised how terrible my writing is. So many holes in the plotttt. how do you fantastic people put up with this-
Again, any apologies for any language errors. I can only make sure the grammar is correct in chinese and english, maybe a bit of spanish so sorry for writing anything wrong. Also apologies for the short chapters recently. I'll try to make them longer from now on.
Please enjoy the art of  a melting Antarctica i made for my geography presentation. I know its not as good as it could be but meh, i tried]

Y/n

Philippines dragged the limp body of the young woman into the pearly white room, her blood dripping onto the spotless marble floor, leaving a trail of the glistening liquid behind. He had spotted her lifeless body while exiting the room to get a cup of water. In the hospital room Japan was sleeping soundly next to South, while Taiwan was snuggled up against his older brother. His deceased older brother. North wasn't present in the room, presumably shrieking at Russia and the others in his house to clean up all the mess. 

After the small country was miraculously able to bring Y/n into the room he attempted to carry Y/n properly, only resulting in the female slipping out of his grasp - her healing arm slamming into the ground, more thick, scarlet liquid pouring out of her body. Philippines screeched, spooking all of the countries present in the room. Japan shot up from his seat, South being thrown off him and landing on the floor. Taiwan yelped and buried himself closer into the side of his brother. Which was disturbing. Because...you know. He's dead.

"Goddamnit Pip! what- what did you do." 

Japan cautiously stepped towards the country who was hysterically attempting to halt the gushing blood from the woman's flesh wound. The way the blood was spurting out scared the man, the way the never ending geyser of the bodily fluid would carelessly spill across the spotless marble floor, ruining all the hard work that a country took time to clean. Japan immediately shoved Philippines to the side, scooping up the almost dead female, causing blood to trickle onto his shirt. 

He laid her on his chair, pressing his fingers onto the side of the gaping hole in her arm, a fruitless attempt at slowing the gushing river of crimson liquid. 

Oh poor poor child.

The amount of blood was uncanny, how on Earth had she not succumbed to her wounds, died of blood loss, etc. What on Earth is going on. And not to mention the red stains on her shirt, the little drops of blood coming out of her nose. This woman, she was going to die if they didn't do anything. Her skin was paler than her usual s/c tone, her unconscious form was one of the most heart wrenching things Japan had ever laid his eyes on.

Japan slowly backed out the room, his shoulders raising then falling rapidly. He wasn't in control of his breathing. He would have a panic attack soon. He needed to leave. Now.

The cat-like man sprinted out the room in search of the other countries. Any other country. Someone to talk to, someone he could cry to, someone he could vent to.

America

He hated to admit it, but no one else could understand what feelings were rushing through his mind. It scared the everloving crap out of him. The one friend that understood the bipolar feline's feelings was one of the people who tried to destroy Y/n's happiness, just so he could have her all to himself. 

Japan was definitely disgusted by the actions his friend took  but he was emotionally vulnerable. He needed comfort. Y/n could die. 

Japan checked that the blood had slowed. 

She was stable.

He ran.

Czech Republic 

Czech had bandaged America's foot to the best of his ability. He felt angry. How dare she shoot America. How could she? Where was that sweet, caring young woman that other countries had described her as? Rage exploded in his mind, blinding his morals. Yeah, sure. America may have done the things he did. 

But getting shot? No one deserves that! America could've lost his foot if no one was there. He could've become a cripple! A goddamn cripple! No one deserves that! He rubbed his tired face, sighing quite loudly and earning the attention of a nearby country. Spain. 

"Czech? Que es la problema? Estas cansado mi amigo?" (What is the problem? Are you tired my friend? im TRiginGUaL, lmao no-)  

The Spaniard placed his hand on the Czech man's shoulder causing him to flinch. 

"What?! What? Co to kurva potřebuješ?" (What the fuck do you need?) Czech snapped violently, causing Spain to step back quickly. Czech was usually calm, quiet, thoughtful. This was nothing like the old Czech everyone was used to. The poor Spanish speaking country apologized quietly before rushing away. 

He returned with Mexico and Norway following close behind. Mexico and Spain were discussing something in spanish while Norway attempted to read while walking. Mexico looked oddly calm. Maybe he was happy to get away from the mass hysteria that was occurring. Or maybe he was tired of listening to Canada's attempts at normalizing the way his brother acted. 

Norway sat down next to Czech, ignoring everything and everyone. Well, at least attempting to.  After flipping a few pages the Norwegian country looked up from his book, and spoke - heavy concern lacing his voice. "Tsjekkisk what did you do to get Spain so nervous?" The smooth Norwegian accent was all Czech could focus on, Norway's voice having a significant calming effect on the agitated country.

"I snapped at him. I should say sorry because...well, it wasn't right.." Czech mumbled in an ashamed manner. He felt like a child who was being scolded for drawing on the walls.

"I'm sure its fine. But that isnt like you Tsjekkisk, what happened to get you so upset?" Norway smiled warmly, gently placing his hand over Czech's. Czech sighed, raising his head to smile at Norway. Except just before he was able to do that the sound of a gunshot rang out. Spain fell to the floor, bleeding from the hole ripped into his chest. Mexico shrieked, running towards the two other countries. He pulled them up, then dashed away, practically dragging the two countries away while Spain bled. and bled. 

and bled. 

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