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graveyard part five
 You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead. |
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( Announcing it loudly and roaring with laughter, )
It's a gift! ( RE: Staying cheerful. Let's see
how can Spain make this worse. ) Ah, I trusted you too! ( But not mentioning that England was probably the one he trusted the most in the beginning, ) Even if you're annoying and completely full of yourself and no good at a lot of things, you can come through at the worst of times.
( See: Helping Spain win independence from Napoleonic France. Taking in so many of his children during the Civil War when most nations were busy with the World War. )
Hmm, sí. That must be where America gets it from.
( Is he talking to himself or England its hard to tell now. )
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Liar! If you'd trusted me, then you should have figured out our incentive when you realized I was a hunter! I told you you were on the wrong side, didn't I? Why else do you think I -- [led you towards the truth to begin with, but he cuts himself off before he can say it. As hard as it is to admit, he'd trusted Spain too. Not as much as he had America, but he'd thought that if anyone here could realize that him being a hunter and taking it so seriously given who else was in the town meant that there had to be more to their motivations than simply surviving, it'd be him. For a moment, he'd actually believed that their alliance could have worked.]
W-whatever, it doesn't matter now. Though I suppose I should be grateful that something of mine got through that thick skull nonetheless. [Looking reluctantly pleased anyway he will take any sign that he wasn't the worst foster parent ever okay]
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You could have been more obvious. ( Rolling his eyes but yes
he has you now England. ) Do you remember Napoleon? I was on the wrong side back then too but you and Portugal came to help me.
Ay, if this is the end, you'll have to tell Portugal what happened. She'll be sad, you know? She might even cry.
( Because despite their complicated relations they are still siblings and they have shared that peninsula since forever... )
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And you wouldn't make my sister cry would you?
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( He sounds so cheerful but every word is a knife. )
You have a reputation on the line. You wouldn't screw up, would you? Everything is on you and your "pack" right now.
( translation: im trusting you again for the last time ever so don't screw up or else ok!!! )
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[He looks surprised as Spain keeps talking, then softens a little when he brings up Portugal. He knows very well the desire to protect a sibling, after all.]
What, I have to drag your stupid arse out of the fire again? [He lets out a long-suffering sigh.] Well, I suppose if it's for Portugal's sake, I might be able to spare a little of my precious time for you when I figure out how to bring everyone else back. [His voice goes more serious.] Like I told you. I'm not leaving here until we save everyone.
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Gracias, Inglaterra.
And since you are going back, here... ( And shuffling through his pockets for a moment. Spain will take one of England's hands and give England a piece of folded paper. ) Don't read it, okay? It isn't for you!
( Still pretending he doesn't know England can't see right now. Not sure if England will have his sight back when he returns. But there isn't even anything on it except for a plain smiley face. )
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You are now!
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( Humming, thinking it over, )
Fine. So don't lose it.