"No. We must stick together, aru."
Yeah. Sticking together might be the correct decision.
"This place gives me uncomfortable feelings as well, but we can't let them get to us, aru."
Heh. Uncomfortable feelings. At least if they would be JUST uncomfortable, THEN he'd be happier. No, it doesn't just feel uncomfortable, it feels like he's being watched from all sides. And by all sides he means ALL.
"We must try and find any other nations that might be here, aru."
Yes. Other nations. If there are any other nations here, then yeah, they must be found. Two heads-... er, more than two heads are certainly better than... uh, two. ... Min gud, either he's got a concussion, or he's getting one of those stupid moments of his. Like, when he can barely get the point of a word like "ja". That bad, yes. ... Well, at least it's not like that right NOW-
Ah wait.
China's speaking.
"Aiyah.... You need some help. Badly, aru. And don't try to hide it, aru!"
"... Hjælp?" It might've sounded that the Dane hadn't understood what China said, but he was only kinda making a little confirmation for himself, that he heard it right. What the hell's with him... That fall didn't do THAT much damage. Yes, he hit his head while he fell, but it was nowhere near to get him all muddle up like that. What the heck, really... Okay, he should speak now, shouldn't he.
"... Silly China, I don't need help~! The fall was just lousy, it's nothing serious~! We both got roughed up a bit, it's cool now, we're both okay, so just-..."
Well, there hadn't really been a reason for him to just get cut off like that.
Key word: hadn't.
Past tense.
You see, Denmark has a habit of not staying STILL while he's talking. Be it moving, looking around- heck, even rapid-ish blinking, he just can't stay completely still when he speaks.
So, it was only expected that he had, like, just looked around, at random spots, when he was speaking. Looking at China, at the walls, at the floor, past China, throwing a glance behind him.
And then the ceiling.
He kinda wished he hadn't looked at the ceiling.
A small voice in his head squeaked out hopes that, by any chance, he wasn't the only one seeing that.
What is the "that" he's been mentioning so much?
Well... Imagine.
There is, like, a body. Only it's not a whole body, it is divided into pieces. Feet, shins, thighs, hands, wrists, upper arms, torso, head. They are all separate. Arranged to look like it's a whole body, but there are noticeable distances between each body part. Said body parts are NAILED to the ceiling. A large nail, like the ones used to make rails, sticking through every body part, some parts having multiple nails in them to keep them up. The body overall was in a spread-angled position, it was anything but... well, anything but fresh. The skin was shriveled up and grayed, the head had almost no hair, the face was skull-like with the eye sockets empty and black and a mouth wide open in a silent scream. Horribly torn, discolored strips of old and worn cloth were the only remainders of what the kid had worn. Kid, yes, kid, because the body's that of a child. A child of all things. Murdered, ending up like this.
But it wasn't the body which got him, not mostly at least.
Ooooh no, Kongerigeit Danmark has seen much too much of death, bloodsheds, gruesome and cruelly disfigured victims and dead bodies.
No, it was the letters he saw written in a messy scrawl on the ceiling beside the body. The only reason how he could read them was that they were obviously written in blood; their blackness being so much more darker than the hallway Denmark and China are in right now.
The letters, another cruel mockery of his own language(a fact which kinda made him doubt China could see this too, but he still hoped the Asian nation could, because he didn't wanna appear insane), spelled this:
HAN ikke dØ hURtiGT.
'He did not die quickly.'
...
Why are these simple words just... Making him feel, like, AFRAID? Kongerigeit Danmark doesn't fear. Not really no. Silly, trivial fears, anyone has them, even such amazing and powerful countries like him, but this is just a primal, deep-to-the-core, REAL fear, and that is what makes him both seething mad and completely stupefied, because he's never really felt like THIS. At least not that he can remember... Or maybe wants to remember. Whatever... Point is that seemingly simple, unimaginably cruel but oh so SIMPLE sights are making him feel like he's a tiny little kitten surrounded by a pack of rabid dogs. Strangely smart rabid dogs.
...
Hvad fanden.
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...
...
... What fucked up shitpile of a place IS this anyway...?
((Hjælp - Help
Hvad fanden - What the fuck
Simple and already seen words again, yes, but I'm prone on translating everything, just to be on the safe side))
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no seriously which one?))
I couldn't seem to get my words together until I turned on My Chemical Romance... does it mean something?!))
