You sat on the sidelines as they fought, next to Wales.
Wales, or Dylan, was friendly to say the least. He told you about his sheep, and you listened patiently, finding yourself unable to remember about the fight that Scotland and England are having.
Dylan had pulled you aside so you wouldn’t get hurt. “I’ve never really seen sheep before,” you had said softly to Dylan. “what do sheep look like?”
Dylan thought he would faint. How could you not know what a sheep looked like!? He stared at you, his forest green eyes wide.
“n-never seen a sheep!? You are joking, right? Please tell me that you’re joking…” he answered. You shook your head. he went pale.
“u-uhh…well, sheep…uhh…” he searched his mind for an answer. he simply can’t believe that you’ve never seen a sheep before!
“um…well… a sheep is a woolly animal that sometimes have horns, have black beady eyes and hooves and like to make a bah kind of sound...” he answered. You blinked your (e/c) eyes. That didn’t really help. “...are they small...?” you asked.
“uhh...i think it depends on the species of sheep. Some of my sheep are small, but most of my sheep are rather big...especially the rams. You should see them sometime. They’re rather friendly...unless they are around someone they don’t like.”
He grinned about the time that England was going to feed a little lamb, but he got rammed before he could, making the food in his hand fly out of his grasp. You blinked. “are you sure that they would like me...?” you asked.
“oh, yeah, sure! You seem like a nice gal!” he cheered softly. That’s when Scotland’s and England’s voices began to rise, and tears brimmed your eyes.
You hated shouting so much. You stood, and raced out the door to be around someone who was less loud.
“No! (Name)!” England called after you. Then in a fit of anger, he turned toward his brother again. “you see what you did, Allistor!? You scared her away, you bloody wanker!” he shouted.
Allistor growled, and smashed his head into the wall. England yelped, and fell to the floor. Scotland grabbed a handful of his brother’s hair, and raised his fist.
He threw a couple punches, bloodying his fist as he did, and broke his younger brother’s nose. England shouted for him to stop, tears brimming his emerald green eyes.
“you bloody twat!” Scotland shouted, anger evident on his face. Dylan watched in horror as Scotland beat England as roughly as he could.
When Scotland was done with assaulting England’s face, he glared, and threw England’s head back onto the floor, where he just laid while he bled. Scotland kicked England as hard as he could, right in the stomach, knocking the breath from the Englishman.
That was when Dylan found his voice. “whoa, whoa, Allistor, please don’t go too far!” Dylan cut in.
Yeah, he found himself not liking England that much most of the time, but at the same time, he couldn’t really let England get hurt too seriously. He held Scotland back from England. “he started it!” Scotland shouted. England was unresponsive, and he felt half-dead already.
“brother, why don’t you go get (Name) while i have a chat with England?” he asked. Scotland sighed. “fine.” With that, Scotland took off to find you while Dylan attempted to help Arthur out, and heal him so he didn’t die.
Scotland began to search for you, unsure of where to look. You, meanwhile, were looking for a place to hide, until you bumped into Mr. Japan.
You recoiled, and apologized profusely. He chuckled. “it is quite alright (Name).” He said, his chocolate brown eyes shining through the dark of the room. He held a lit candle. You blinked.
“are you alright, (Name)-san?” he asked, noticing your distraught look. You nodded, a blush dusting your cheeks.
“(Name), dude, there you are!” arms wrapped around you and you yelped. “found you~!” Alfred’s loud voice sang.
“l-let me go!” you answered, trying to get out of his grip. America laughed his signature laugh.
“is everything alright?” Russia’s childish voice reached your ears as he entered the room, holding a flashlight.
He had heard England and Scotland’s shouting, but he was unsure if anyone was safe. When he saw that your face had tear stains on it, he pushed America away, and swept you up in his arms.
“little sunflower, are you alright?” he asked you, holding you close. You wondered why they were so fond of holding you...
he gently ran a hand through your hair.
“unhand her, you commie asshole!” America shouted. Russia glared at the American. “would you repeat that, America?” he asked.
“I said, ‘unhand her, you commie asshole!’ didn’t you hear me!?” the American shouted. Russia let you go, and put you aside, with Japan, before he began to curse at America in Russian.
You backed away, frightened by the way that Russia looked at America. You bit your lip, nervous. Why was there so much fighting?
You didn’t even have the strength to intervene...
that’s why you thought lowly of yourself, other than the abuse that your dad gave you over your years. Japan noticed your fear, and proceeded to intervene. You hated fighting so much.
“shut the fuck up, Ivan! Why the hell does it matter!?” America shouted at the Russian man after he had said something.
You raised your hands to your ears, more tears coming to your eyes. “America, just listen to me for once!” Russia shouted in return.
“both of you just shut the fuck up!”
Russia’s gaze shifted from America to Iceland, who had come to the scene. He had emerged from his room, a flash light in hand, and he saw that you were on the verge of tears. He was standing by you.
“just stop fighting for once, and try to be calm! Try to understand each other!” he shouted, wrapping an arm around you.
America’s eyes were wide, as were Russia’s. They exchanged glances.
“if you find it hard to get along, then at least think about how the shouting affects (Name)! Use that as motivation!” he added, leading you in a different direction.
America and Russia followed. Japan smiled a little. At least someone was able to silence them for a little while...Iceland took you to his room, and sat you down on his bed.
He sat next to you, and watched the rain. “sorry about that...” he apologized, his voice solemn, although you could not see his face.
He was mysterious, much like his brother, but that’s what you liked about him...he was kind, but at the same time, he was mysterious, and he was humble.
“it’s okay...” you answered. You began to wipe your tears away. Suddenly, his phone rang (nobody knew how he had reception in the rain) and he answered. “hello?” he was silent for a moment.
“Hong, i don’t think i can at the mo-" then you heard something loud over the phone. It startled you. It confused you at the same time. It was a voice shouting,
“I CLAIM YOUR BREASTS, DA-ZE~” and then shouting in an unfamiliar language to you.
Iceland fought the urge to laugh.
Sometimes, Hong Kong and South Korea were really funny...maybe having South Korea and Hong Kong come over would lighten your mood.
They carried on the conversation, and you proceeded to play with your fingers. But, as Iceland and the person called ‘Hong’ were having their conversation, and Iceland grew distracted, you saw a little faery fly toward you, a soft blue light surrounding it. You blinked, and it flew around you.
Soon, it flew out the open door, and after about a minute, it came back, signalling you to follow. You stood from the bed, and obediently followed the faery. Unfortunately for you, you ended up running into someone.
And that someone was...