45Oye! How's it going, all of you? This one took a bit longer to write, but the next chapter is going to have some major plot points you may want to take note of. I've decided to move the author notes up here, so as not to ruin the emotion at the end of chapters. How was it? I hope you enjoy this chapter, even if it is a bit shorter than the others.
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A Hex Chapter 11
He looked at the paper, dull. His eyes scanned over the words, finding nothing worth noting.
The announcement left the countries in shock. Someone was dead, they knew. But who was it? Germany stared at the floor, trying to come up with a way to rescue his brother, who most certainly couldn't be dead. Images of his brother flooded his mind.
They were at the beach. Prussia was trying to figure out how to get an umbrella to open, stubbornly refusing Austria's help.
"Ngh. An umbrella like this is nothing for my super awesome beam!"
Hungary seemed to find this humorous, as she giggled and hit him over the head with her frying pan. Germany couldn't help but feel like he really did deserve that.
By the time he woke up, they had already covered him in sand, sans his head.
Gilbird and Prussia were fighting. Evidently Prussia had given the little yellow bird the lizard food, rather than bird food.
"C'mon! I need to you send this awesome letter, Gilbird!"
When the bird looked away in anger(?), Prussia sighed.
"It's not that bad, see?" He grabbed a handful of lizard food and shoved it in his mouth. Germany nearly smacked him for being so stupid.
"Italy, dearie, I have a job for you. Leave the room." Master's voice boomed. Italy froze, then nodded solemnly, as if in a trance. Germany's head shot up to look at the standing Italy, whose eyes were nearly lifeless.
"Why does Italy have to leave?!" Germany shouted to the ceiling, not knowing where to direct his voice.
"Shut up, you little fly! I should swat you like the pest you are!" An obnoxious snort signaled Italy's exit.
Looking up at the ceiling, Italy thought
"I just want to get out of here".
Estonia just wanted to leave. He wanted to smell things. He wanted to feel the heat of the sun on his skin. He wanted to talk with someone. He wanted to eat some tuna fish. He wanted Lithuania to lecture him about how his breath smelled. Come to think of it, he wondered what the other countries were doing. He could remember everything now. The list had sparked his memories, and now he looked for any hint that might help him escape. He replayed the scenes over and over in his head.
They were heading downtown, buffeted by ice cold winds. It was especially cold for a day in mid-summer.
"I really wish I had brought my scarf." Liechtenstein shivered, signaling Switzerland to, of course, take off his jacket and drape it over Liechtenstein's puny shoulders. She smiled a thank-you to Switzerland, who blushed. That was pretty cute, Estonia thought to himself.
Man, I forgot what day this was! Estonia scratched his head, thinking about how he had to go to brunch with some world leaders on the 3rd of August. Then it hit him. July 28th. How could he forget such a day?
July 28th was the start of the biggest one wars in the history of mankind, World War I.
So many people died during those hard years.
Estonia shook his head shake off the thoughts and pulled closer to the group.
"That's right! That has to be significant! We were captured on the date World War I started!" Estonia hadn't realized that he was now shouting, a bit of a bad habit he had when he got excited. Bad move, Estonia.
The lightning pain came down upon his spine and he blacked out.
It was time for their first "day" at work, as Master had decided. England was called out of the room, just as Liechtenstein had been 2 hours earlier. He was walking….walking.
He thought it quite peculiar. Sorting out trash didn't really seem like that bad of a punishment. It was probably a lie. Like America being dead. America couldn't be dead.
The hallway was long. It didn't really get closer towards the end, but he was out of that room, right? Not really.
Sure enough, he got there and stood in front of the white door. There was no handle, but he could still push it on the side opposite to the hinges.
He warily took a step into the empty room. There was one hole on the ceiling. It was about 2 feet wide and long. There were two more identical square holes on the floor, about 4 feet apart from each other, same size. He had the urge to jump down them to see where they led, but Switzerland and he had agreed to report their findings before trying to make an escape. Yet still, the want to see where those holes led was horribly strong. Lost in thought, he didn't realize the door had silently shut behind him. He was shocked from his thoughts when Xeh voiced his commands.
"Hello, child."
He turned his attention to his bare feet, where the pale toes squirmed in anxiety.
"In about 3 minutes, trash will fall from the ceiling. Put the cans in the right hole and the glass in the second hole. If that measly task is done with mediocrity, I will make your own screams deafen you in the most painful way possible. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master." Shivering, he nodded, though he had no idea is anyone could see him.
Soon after, a tin can fell from the first hole.
Shortly after the announcement, Russia decided that the Mr. Mystery-Man was lying. Nobody was dead and he was a big liar. In fact, the only one here was Russia and Russia alone.
As he numbly stared at the wall, he heard a soft click from behind him. Turning around, he saw what he presumed was a door, as it was rectangular.
Russia wasn't really fond of doors. They were always so small, so he had to duck to get in the room.
But this particular door seemed large enough to accommodate his stature. He pushed onto the white surface to (unfortunately) reveal some familiar faces.
"I'm sorry, Switzerland, but I forgot your maid outfit. Can you ever forgive me?"
Figuring that it was a rhetorical question, he didn't bother responding to the taunt. England left about 30 minutes ago, so it was now apparently his turn to be mocked. Yippie. The door popped open, signaling that he left the room.
With a look of shock, Liechtenstein bounced up from her sitting place and ran over to him. She stared into his eyes with something that he couldn't identify. Something knowing, but also innocent. She wanted to say something, but restrained herself and bit her lip.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she actually squeezed him quite hard. He placed his head on top of hers and whispered:
"I love you, okay? Don't forget that."
"I won't, Bruder." Without another word, he left the room. Lily released her breath and slid to the floor against the wall, misery shrouding her. As soon as she released that air, more came in and filled her lungs. As if my magic, all her strength and fortitude was gone. It was impossible to be strong anymore. She crumpled onto the floor and began to weep, with her arms wrapped around herself. She cried more and more, but she couldn't stop from releasing her sadness. The salty tears burned her delicate skin. Now alone, she formed a small puddle of inconsolable sorrow.
A small girl relocating her grief in the only way she can. It really is cruel, isn't it?