Lost Memories ( Country!Reader ) Hetalia

Aftermath ( Chapter 11 )

Flashback:

Silence.

It stopped.

Is it finally over?

Who won?

End of really short flashback.

Your POV:

11 years. 11 years since it began. Why? What did I do to deserve this? No one has to go through pain this long.

Good day. My name is Y/N M/N L/N. I'm ( age ) years old. I represent the country C/N. Our main languages are Esperanto, English and ( insert any language other than Esperanto and English ) . Currently, my country is healing from a very long war. The war that caused me nothing, but pain. One war that lasted 11 years. It was between Angelica and me. Angelica, whom had gained her independence the same day the war started.

Soldiers were everywhere, tanks, bullets, helicopters, you name it. Both of us are seriously injured. Angelica's country is almost gone. My country isn't anywhere near being gone, but the damage is there. It hurts me. 

Each citizen. Each soldier. Each family. Each person, that got hurt or died in this war. They didn't deserve it. They deserved better. If only I had been a better leader, maybe then we would't be suffering. Maybe then we would've won the war.

My heart. It goes out to all the heroes, soldiers, citizens who sacrificed themselves for each other. I'm glad that i'm a big and strong country. If I wasn't, i'd be dead. Gone. No one knows why this war started. No one.

My little sister. She nearly died. She was in the most danger. How did Angelica know my weak spot? It seems as she just knew that i'd flip out if something happened to my sister. No one lays a hand on my baby  sister. 

Matthew had flown back to his country safely. At least he wasn't hurt.

During this painful war, I hadn't talked to a single country. Not even my siblings. Not even my cities/provinces/states/villages. Just my capital. I'm so lucky my sister didn't die, or any of my ( i'm not putting cities/states/provinces and blah blah blah, so i'm just putting c/p/s/v. just so you know, i'm putting that in every chapter ) c/s/p/v. But my citizens did.

I never deserved this. I'm so thankful I didn't die. I still have to help my sister. She's not old enough to make choices on her own! I wonder. How is Serbia? How is Canada? How is everyone else? Germany? Greece? Japan? Would this war have even happened if I hadn't lashed out on everyone at the meeting?

They all probably hate me now.

I can't move. I have to lay in this damned bed until I can go. Everything is just making me so frustrated! I wonder if my siblings will visit me. Well, looks like i'll just have to wait! Fuck dammit!

Guess i'll just sleep.

Dream:

I walk on the highway near a cliff. No one drives through this highway, so I don't have to worry. I haven't seen ( other name ) in so many years. I know were supposed to hate each other, but I can't help, but worry for her. I know she feels the same about me. If only they hadn't separated us. My friends. ( Other name ) . They were always there. Even if they're in the other world, and i'm stuck in this dimension, that doesn't make me forget them. I haven't seen them in centuries. They used to be the best company I ever had, aside from my friends from here. 

I stop.

It looks like I reached the cliff. I pull out the note, and take a deep breath.

A bright light starts to form while I continue my low ̸̡͖͉̪̯̺͕̣̹̥̱̳̳̦̎͐͆̄̐́̍̽̏̎̕͘͜g̷̨̥̖̫̜̝̙͉̲̳̼̝̪̜͚͚̗̞̬̩̦̱̍̾͗̉̈̃̑͌̏̽̐́́̕͘̕̕ͅͅň̸̨̨̟͎̣̳̤͉͍̰̰̖͍̞̞̜̞̈́̓̐̿̈̌̈́̈́͑͝͝͠ì̸̢̧̡̡̛͓̬̦͕̻̰̟͈̪̬͙̗͈͓̣͙̮͇͇͚͕̈́͐̅̔̀̔̂́̉̕͜͝ͅt̷̨̛̛͉̻͖̘̞͉̝͔͇̳̳͇̭͇̠͓̻̜̞̳̣̲̖̲͒̌̀̃̐̐͆̊͊́́̓̆̆̒͛ṉ̴̡̧̮̱̙̟̭̳̱̭̥̭͕͇̻̗̳̓̎͝͠â̵̢̛̮̱̟̥̮̻̠̯͉̲̦̪̦̺͍͊͂̇͌̅̌͑͐̂͜͠h̵̢̥́̍̃̎́̚̚c̵̡̢̫̹̫̠͙͎̜̮̬̝̫͕̺͇̗̗͓͎͔͔̽̊͒̈̉̑̑́̎̌̽̑̑̈́̕̚͝͠

When I stop.

I feel as if i'm falling, until the feeling stops.

I open my eyes, and as I look around I notice-

End of Dream.

Excuse me, what the fuck?

I was just having a good dream, and you just interrupted me like that?

Wow. You amaze me.

Then again, what is it with that dream? It feels... strangely familiar. As if... the same thing is actually going to happen. I'm probably overreacting, it's probably something that already happened.

" D̶̢̛̛̗͓̖̰̪̪͇̺̼̪͔̙͖̯͌̓͂̓̏̀̃͂͋̍̔̎̓́̓̀́̈́̈́͘͘͠͝͠ơ̴͍͖͙̋̔̾͌́̆̈́̍͒͗̍̑̊͗̈̃̍̌̆̓̀̆͘͝͝͝n̴̛̛͔͉̟̘̒́̈́̐͌̈͂͗̍͘̚̕͝͝'̷̛̛̛̳͓̗̭̩̰̱̝͇̩͚̣̟̗̖̻̻̘̈́̌̊̇̍̂̽͛͐̌̀͗̐͊̾̄͒̆͝͝͝t̵͉͎͖̞̓͌̀̓̊̿͂̆͆̄̊̒̽͋̃͒̐̈͘̕̕̚͝͝ ̵̧̢̤̮̠͎͈̻̻͈̹͙̖̞̤͇̺̜̪̪͔̪͚̖̩̩̥͕́̔͜͜͜͝͠w̸̢̛̰̻̮̤̹̖̟̯̖͈̄̏͒͗̄̂͒̈́́͑͊ͅơ̵̧̦̝̼̳̗̘͓̻̥͉̫̥͔̗̲̺̺̜̥̆͒̓͑̋̉̃̾͂̐̐̒̍̔̽̐̒̆̋̅͛͜͜͝͠͝r̴̢̼̫̩̖͇̞̰͙͕̱̯͇̤͕͚̗͎̒̓́̏̃͑̄͝͝r̶̛̛̯̄̾̒̉͛̋͛̌̋̃͂̂̏̀̍̓̔̊͂̌̚̚͘͝y̶̡͎̭̠̩̼̬̤̜̪̼̖͈͙̩̲̣͎̪͙͉̜͐͑̒͋͐̆́̆̿̈́̃̓͂͛́̆̄͗̉̄̍͘͜ͅͅ,̸̢̧̨̲̥͙͍̬̭͔̥͉̫͌̓̓̀͑͊̐͋͂̓̎̔̕͝͠ͅ ̸̨̡̡̧̛̠̣̼̗̫̝͚̥͔͙̣̭̜͉̞̜̤̱̟̮̪̘̪͕̆͗̏̓͘͝y̸̬̼̤̜̼̬͕̬̗͉͍̜̹̺̲̋̍͂̾̇̚̕͝o̸̯̮̰͚̜͖̜̙̭̠͚͕̥̝̠͓͖͚̘͇̞̫̭̺̼̿̾̇̔̽̉̐̒̎͆̒̒̌̿̓͑́̃̌̓͌̊͆̈̚͠ų̶̢̧̡̩̯͇͍̜̫̻̣͙̝̘̺͆̈́̀̆͋̈̊̏́̾́̋̏͝͝'̵̛̲͊̐̿̋̀̀̾̈͆̀̃͘l̵̢̘͓̗͈̼̽̉͊̓̽͋̔̈̏̿̽̓͊̀͆͌̐̐̏̑͌̕̚͘̕͝ļ̴̨̢̱̰̮̝̦̝̦͇̣͉͍̝͇̜̬̹̫̣̦͉̮̠̘̫͈͕̪͎̳̩͆͑ ̵̧̧̡͓͕͓͈͍̤̜̳͕̲̹̬̟̙̘̩̣͎̼̬̺̹͖̳̆̉̉̿̇̎̎͂͝͠s̷̡̱͖̲͈̖̬͉̟̼̖͚̥̏́̉͑̽͋̈̕͘̚ȩ̷̨̝͇̻̞͎̭̦̥̥͚͔͌̋̈́̈́̄͌̊̈́͊͛̈̐͌̅͛̓̏́͝͝͝ȩ̷̧̨̨̛̘̲̗̫̰̫̟̘̰̺̘̣̙̼̣̬͔͓̽̾͒̄͆̈͗͂͊̀͆̐̅̔͋͂͂̿͒̄͆̏̇̄̌͌͊͘͜͜͝ͅͅ ̵̧̢̛̰̳̬̣̟̮̟̮͉͓̠͇̤͕̗̬̮̻̰̗͇͍̱̈́̃͑͗̓̓͑̿̋̍̈́̑͛̍̑̿̓̑̍́͒̀͆̚̕̕̕͘̚͝ͅt̴̢͙͚̭͖̥͙̻̭͖̖̣̀̑̏̋͂͐́̃̃̔̋̔̍̉͐͋̀́̃̅̏̀͋̃͘͝h̴̢̭͓͍̞̬͇̙͕̘͚̻̘̳̗͛̓̐͒͒̾̊̈́͆̌̐̉̈́̋̓̀̓͂͂̎͜͠͠ͅë̸̗̠̼̜͂ḿ̵͔̆͌̃͒̓͌̍͝ ̶̢̼͕̟͈̠̪̜̼̥͓̗̙̠̻̻͓̥͇̱̞̼̣͎̯͎̱͐͒̓̃̈́͗͜͝͠s̸̡̢̧̰̺̰̦̰̎o̶̡̢̱̯̰̘̭͈̮̖̳̖͔̠̓̐̈́͌̊̾̀̿ͅǫ̸̡̼̜͍̘̣̗̳̻̜̦̦̰͚̙͉̺̣̙̲̇̄̿̂̍̊̆͛̎̓̒̉̍̆̎̑̑͆͋̿̿́̈́̓̐͘͠͠͝͝n̴̯̦̺̙̩̑͑͋̽͒̾̇̚͘͠͝.̸̧̧̨̧̹̳̮̖͈̞̦̱͕̳̘̜̞̭̻͙̖̣̪̯̟̺̱͍̘̀͑͋͗̈́̅̑̕ͅ " 

"What the heck?" Did someone just talk to me? But, no one's here. The voice sounded deep, distorted, hollow, yet familiar.

Am I having an episode? Why do the strangest things feel familiar?

These things never happened, so, why is it happening now?

Am I going crazy?

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End Of Chapter!

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Hey guys!

So, how are you? Did you have a good day?

I know I did. Unfortunately, I kinda spaced out thinking about some videos I watched from ScareTheater and Nexpo. They're one of the best youtubers in my opinion.

Anyways, I have a bit of a special surprise for the next chapter. I still can't believe I made it to the eleventh chapter. A lot of stories I read don't even make it to that. Not that i'm judging some people for that.

Thank you for reading!

Sincerely, Author.❤

Everything I just wrote totals up to 813 words.