The room went silent. Italy’s eyes opened, and they were wide. Tears brimmed his eyes.
Romano had a shocked expression on his face, and he was unsure how exactly to feel.
Norway was expressionless, his blank stare penetrating the doctor as if searching for the truth within the lie.
Finland was crying in shock. Romania and Wales were just staring at the doctor. The doctor was dead serious. Romano suddenly spoke up.
“...can a few of us visit all of them?” he asked. “what do you mean?” the doctor asked. “can we, as a group, visit them all one by one?” he asked.
The doctor nodded, and led them to your room. When they arrived, and the door shut, you were just sitting on the table, head bowed.
Romano clenched his fist. “bella...” Italy broke the silence. You didn’t look up.
“why didn’t you tell us?” Romano growled. You didn’t react.
“Romano...” Romania cut in, a warning tone to his voice. He can’t afford to let Romano lash out at you...
You refused to say anything. Romano approached you, and raised his hand. You didn’t look up. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, until...
Your head turned from the force. “don’t you know how goddamn worried we were for you when you would fight back against touch!? Don’t you understand how fucking much we fucking care about you!? You should’ve fucking told us!” he shouted at you, causing you to tear up.
“Romano!” Romania growled, grabbing Romano and restraining him.
“i will never forgive you! You should have told us, (Name)! YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING TOLD US!” he shouted, fighting back.
“fratello, calm down!” Italy pleaded. You ‘calmly’ got off the table, and walked past them, holding in the sobs that you wanted so badly to let out.
When you were finally alone, you leaned against a wall, bringing both your hands to your mouth to muffle your sobs.
You slid down to the floor, letting yourself cry, trying hard to muffle your sobs.
He had taken it all.
He took away your dignity, he took away your self-pride, he took away your trust, but worst of all...
he took away your life.
All those years were wasted by constant abuse...
it was all gone.
burned to the ground, as if all those years were just old photos of something he wanted so badly to forget.
You can’t ever get back all the time you had lost.
Scotland had re-entered the building, and saw you emerge from the room. When he saw you begin to cry, he approached you.
“lass, what’s wrong?” he asked you, crouching down to your height. You didn’t answer. He reached out to touch your face, but you shied away.
However, he grabbed your face anyway, and scanned that tear-stained face of yours.
“lass...” he began, noticing the red hand mark from Romano. You flinched, and tried looking away from him, but he kept your head propped up so that you had no other choice than to look him in the eyes.
“lass...” he began in a more stern voice. You whimpered at his tone. “i need you to tell me what happened...”
When you realized how truly close he was to you, you pushed him away, scared of him. “no!” you almost shouted.
“just leave me alone!” you whimpered, and covered your ears, suffering another episode.
Scotland, however, wasn’t deterred, and pulled you close to his chest, soothing you as you cried.
Suddenly, a loud voice sounded.
“ehhh!!!??? What the hell is going on!?”
Scotland glared at Denmark, who had emerged from his room. You didn’t look up. You couldn’t stop crying.
“uhh...h-hey, (Name), don’t cry!” he begged. His bloodied head was wrapped up in medical gauze, and it throbbed from the constant blows to the head he took. He crouched to your height, and wiped your tears away. You winced against his touch, afraid.
There was a loud sound, and clattering from the room you were in, and Romano ran out, Wales, Italy, Finland, Romania, and Norway following close behind. “(Name)!” he shouted, anger lacing his voice.
You flinched again, and buried your face in Scotland’s chest. Scotland looked up at the angry Italian, asking, “what happened?” with his eyes. Italy said something in Italian to Romano who just growled, and stomped off to have a cigarette.
“Lass, did Romano hurt you?” Scotland asked. You refused to answer, you just kept your eyes closed, and let yourself cry. You were spiritually broken. Your heart was shattered, and your life was taken from you. You could not bring yourself to hide your emotions.
You were dead. Inside and out...