"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."

Frank Herbert, Dune (Dune Chronicles, #1)

Chapter Seven:

China:
"Dude! China! Are you alright? China?! HELLOOO??"

I snapped my eyes open and by a normal reflex, I whacked the hell out of the annoying westerner.

"Ugh, oh god! What was that for?!" The American rubbed his nose while the British (not far from us), laughed hysterically.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at the idiotic American. Why do they have to be so close to me?! I mean, first the Open Door Policy now this...

"Man, I wish I could see that again." Laughed the Frenchman. Small tears had formed from his eyes as magical floating red roses sprawled out of nowhere, grabbing the attention of screaming girls in the distance.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?! FRANCE!" Yelled the Brit,"How many times have I told to not exploit yourself?!"

"Yeah man, this is totally top secret dude!" Agreed the American.

"Sorry!" Choked Francis, "The ladies just always seemed adore my majestic air." He turns around and slowly (without a doubt), winks at the screaming fans he so used daily.

"Blond headed whore.." Grumbled the Brit in jealousy.

Francis was too ignorant to pay attention to the Brit's ugly comments on how his beauty always seemed to cover his lack of intelligence. After all, he did start battles in past against one another. Especially the French Revolution (Or whatever the hell it's called).

But just a moment before all this stupidity happened, I felt something inside of my chest burn...like as if I ate too much of Russia's sandwiches. I stared at my stomach and poked at it. It probably was just the food, there was nothing else I could think about that would be just as bad.

2P!Germany:

It was sickening. Cruel. Harsh. And utterly disgusting. Japan and Italy were carrying their counterparts down the hallway; meanwhile, I was stuck with the toughest man of them all...the dead-looking of them all. "I have a bad feeling about this." I said.

"Quit being a wuss Germany, it's just yourself..sleeping!" Japan states as he walks up the stairs.

I turned from his direction and went over to open the door: locked. "Typical."

I kicked the door but for some reason..it didn't budge. Italy downstairs had been quiet for sometime...which was strange because he hates silence more than anyone. (Even if it was in a dump like this place).

"Strange...", Japan stares at the door," Usually that does the trick...even with your body mass and all..."

Ignoring that last comment, I turned back to look for 2P!Italy. For some reason, getting farther and farther away from the door...I felt strangely weaker.

But as I made it to the door, I saw 2P! Italy collapsed on the floor. I knew the Allies weren't close to where we were but...this was absurd! No one has ever made 2P! Italy faint but 1P!Russia himself.

As I stood there in a combatting thought, the hairs on my neck stood as a chilling voice screeched into my ear drums:

"The one whom I love
Will stay with me
For all of eternity

The one whom I kill
Will bleed like Hell
For what they steal from me"

My eyes widened as I felt the voice inch closer and closer...as if the voice was right behind me.

"The last was Doomed!
'Cause He stole well
My love, my heart
My eternal meld!

But now He shall perish
For whom I love,
Will stay me
'Till all is gone
And You will rot in Hell."

I jumped and turned around and faced myself with utter darkness 'till two bright blue eyes stared at me as if it were my own soul.

A lump was caught in my throat. Fear builded up in my bloodstream. My mind was racing. My heart was throbbing. It was a disaster. It was disgusting. It was horrid. I felt weak and spineless; clung to the claws of what looked like the devil himself.

"I have been waiting for you Germany...Or should say Lutz..."

Prussia:

I walked outside of the outskirts of what used to be a part of my country. The memories of World War 1 and 2 came flushing into my pores as the history itself was a problem to my sentiments.

Although I try to act as cool and awesome as I always have been, but now...it just felt different.

Ever since Germany went to visit Italy, I had been alone to myself for the past 3 weeks. Scary as it was, I missed Germany. I missed my brother.

He hadn't answered my calls or my messages. (Hell, even Facebook when I had the time.) But he hasn't responded. Nothing.

"I hope he's doing alright...Don't you think so?" I looked up at Gilbird, but sadly he's been sleeping for quite some time now.

I sighed and stared at my shoes. Can this day get any more worse?

(( Hello everyone! Wow, it's been awhile since I've written something on this book, huh? Well, I just finished Chapter 7 for everyone to read! Man...High School...is such a struggle..don't you think?

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