2p!England x Reader: Secrets Keeping Insanity Ch.2

Insanity is usually a forced choice…

The first thing you noticed as your conscious mind started to wake was the your senses seemed terribly dull, usually even when waking your senses were in tip top shape and on high alert. This feeling is something you’ve felt before though; you were considerably drugged but you didn’t remember how.

With your eyes still closed you focused your breathing into a normal pace instead of the slow pace it was in and pushed your mind to become clearer. Once your mind was clear enough you focused on how you got drugged. There was no trace in your slow memory of you ever eating something that could’ve been drugged, there was no drugged cloth placed in front your airway, but you did remember that right before you felt yourself fade into unconsciousness you saw…England’s eyes glow a sickly pink with that wider grin of his.  

You then believed that England had something to do with your drugged sense feeling and for a second you wondered how but dismissed that thought. England was a human personified nation, it’s not hard to believe that he would have some kind of power over you let alone have a power himself that could be forced to affect anyone. His insanity level was extremely high, too, none you’ve seen before, and in this insane world a highly insane person like him could easily master and control the insanity of dark magic which you very well knew existed. Anything in this world was believable, after all.

Finally with your senses fully cleared, in a record breaking two minutes, and you opened your eyes. Your vision was granted a dull room to look at, a single light on the roof that was a dying color of yellow instead of a lively white, and the iron door that stood across from you. After blinking a few times you looked down and noticed that you were securely tied to the chair you were sitting on. For a moment you wondered why you were alive, weren’t you exposed to be died like England had said you would be?

After giving a mental shrug you tried to force yourself to not think about. Maybe they were planning on torturing you to death; you did remember that one of those nations said they wanted to torture someone. Then you sighed, not because of the thought of getting tortured but because you had let yourself wonder about the subject. But that really was a hard thing to do when you were a person who liked to know things—curious for answers—and that there was nothing else to do in this place except to stay still and think.

Many minutes had passed by and still not a sound. You stayed still staring at the floor forcing your mind to a blank, which you actually succeeded with this time, as you awaited for something to happen. Suddenly there was a click from the door. Bringing your eyes up you saw the iron door slowly open, a slight screeching noise echoing in the room from the rusty hinges that should have brought shivers down your back but didn’t.

You tilted your head to the side slightly, waiting patiently for the door to reveal who was behind it. Though after a moment the door had stopped moving, it was only partially open but not open enough for you to see who opened it.

Silent seconds ticked on by as you waited but then you heard a small sigh, as if disappointed, from whoever was behind that door. A moment later you saw the iron door start to close again with its eerie screech following it. That was when you spoke out, seeing that whoever was there believed that you were still ‘out cold’, “Really? I know I’m quiet but that doesn’t mean I’m asleep. You shouldn’t ever rely on one of your senses to tell you something.”

You heard a sharp gasp and for some odd reason you felt that whoever was behind that door was silently squealing. Then, almost instantly, the door was slammed opened causing an loud echo to boom in the room and there in the doorway was a familiar personification with an all too excited smile.

England literally skipped into the room as if the world was full of unicorns and pixie dust and you just blinked slowly as if showing you weren’t affected by this personification’s actions nor did you fear what would happen next. This strawberry blonde man noticed this reaction from you and it sparked another interest of his, the way you reacted was an intriguing and different one from what he usually sees but it’s not like he hasn’t seen this kind of reaction before from time to time either.

As you sat there you watched as England twirled around you and as he did you observed him. His clothing was an odd color scheme for this kind of world, with its bright colors of pink, purple, blue and light brown. Though, the odd thing you really noticed was that there were no blood stains on him what-so-ever and that made you believe that either he had a truck load of clean clothes, had very good cleaning tools or he liked to kill clean because taking out blood stains that are a lot from clothes is quite a hard thing to do.

You tried to observe him more but the country was twirling around too much and it was hard to keep up not to mention starting to get annoying, “Can you stop with the damn moving?” Instantly England stopped, he turned slowly with that grin of his but his eyes sparked dangerously with anger and annoyance, “You shouldn’t speak to me like that, poppet, it’s not very nice.” It seems like he doesn’t like rude language or way of speaking, you noted that.

Your eye twitched though, you figured that if you were going to die might as well die with pride, “You know what’s not nice? Tying me up here after knocking me the fuck out and leaving me to boredom for a whole ten minutes after I woke up before you decided to ‘check’ on me and were about to leave again before even confirming that I was damn awake.” You would have gone on but you were suddenly very interested in England’s eyes to continue talking.

His eyes were once again swirling with that fascinating pink, you were honestly curious on how it was possible and because of that you couldn’t help but stare at his eyes. The bright blue coloring itself was rare but the pink, literally impossible to find, but he was a country so you guessed it was possible. But the swirl was short lived, his eyes had turned back to a normal baby blue that only had sparkles of pink that were barely noticeable though you could read in his eyes that he was curious about something that you said and that he had reached a sort of realization.

“You mean, the screech from the door didn’t wake you? That you’ve been up minutes before I came?” The smile on his face was gone, instead it was opened slightly in a sort of awe and that made you a bit curious as to why he was acting that way, “Why are you surprised?”

England stood straight and gave you a grin once more, except this one was full of slight confusion and wonder, “Oh, well, poppet, you’ve only been out for almost three hours when the usual minimum is five hours when someone is under my influence.” You tilted your head a bit, “Influence? You mean a sort of magic?”

The country gave a nod and his grin became wider and a happier tint reached his eyes, “Yes, deary! Seems like you believe in those things; how intriguing, not many believe in that sort of thing even in our modern day.”

You titled your head, “I believe that practically anything is possible, why do you think I wasn’t shocked when I heard your secret?”

With a short squeal England moved quite closed to you in quick movement. He placed his pointer finger under your chin and brought you face towards his with centimeters as a gap between your faces causing you to glare a bit.  “Ah, could you’re belief that magic is real helped you not stay under my influence for the minimum time? And indeed you have quite the interesting belief system, believing in everything and all things, I consider that hard to believe but oh well.”

But even though you didn’t like the closeness between you two you didn’t make a move to get away, “Or it could be that I’m just used to being ‘drugged’ but I must say, that magic of yours must be quite powerful for me to stay unconscious for almost three hours.”

England let go of you and gave you a considerably ‘cute’ curious look at you, “What do you mean by ‘used to being drugged’?” That was when you gave a mental small smirk but your physical features were still neutral, “That’s my secret.”

With a pout England moved again, this time behind you where he placed his arms on your head causing you to be annoyed once more, “Care to tell, poppet?” That was when you snapped back, “Hell no. I keep the secrets I find and I don’t plan on telling them, ever, I’m bringing them to my grave, besides, I don’t consider you trustworthy let alone worthy of hearing my personal secrets.”  

You felt England tense up, probably because of the way you just spoke to him, but in the end he just gave a hum and started to play with your hair, “You have awfully long hair, quite messy, too, did you know that..?” You did nothing but notice his voice sounded distant as if his mind was in another place, wondering about something, there was no need to respond at the moment.

Then you felt England tug your hair a bit as if trying to get the knots out of your tangled hair. Not likely the feeling you turned your head towards him, looking over your shoulder, and figured England barely noticed the movement. He was still trying to fix your hair with that distant look in his eyes and a smile not on his face; you focused closely at his eyes, trying to see if you could understand what he was thinking and luckily you were able to.

It seemed that England was debating over something that he alone wanted to think about but you could also see your own influence in his eyes, his curiosity in the words you’ve spoken of, the secrets you so fondly declare but keep quiet about. Though, your own curiosity was starting to get to you now.

“Tell me, why did you come and check up on me when you would’ve expected me to wake up hours later?” Your voice was smooth to the ear and thankfully it brought Britain’s attention back to reality, or, as reality possible for insanity that is.

A twinkle was in England’s eye as he grinned at you and you felt him clench onto your long hair, “That’s easy! I’m not a very patient person and I was eager to speak with you again, that’s why I haven’t killed you yet! The words you spoke right before you went under my influence were full of mystery and as much as it doesn’t seem like it I love a good mystery and a good challenge.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Impatient? So you would’ve come check on me for another few hours even though you’d think I was still under your influence. You have magic; you could’ve just taken me out of the influence earlier if you were that impatient.” Then England paused. You reacted to that by giving him a ‘are you serious’ look, “Wait, you honestly haven’t thought of that? You’re a country. Aren’t you exposed to be, I don’t know, wiser than this?”

England then went through a fit of giggles, “I guess I just get too excited to think things like that! But you’re right, I could have just done that; oh well, live and learn I suppose!” He then once again started to smooth out your hair, “You really do have such darling hair, maybe if it was properly groomed it’d shine! Mind if I design a hair style for you later?”

That’s when you perked up and looked at him straight in the eye, “What do you mean by ‘later’? Aren’t I exposed to be dead, as you said before, or are you planning something different? If so, I’d like for you to tell me what you came here to speak about, the real topic you wanted to talk about.”

The English country looked at you for a moment, as if confirming his decision he had been debating about earlier and his grin grew a tad bit wider, “I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll give you a choice, you interest me enough with this mystery and secrets of yours that I actually hesitant in killing you in a moment’s notice; feel honored, poppet.”

With narrowing eyes you eyed England suspiciously and mumbled, “A choice? Since when did insanity ever give out choices?” England looked at you curiously, “What do you mean by that, poppet?”

You tense up invisibly before forcing yourself to relax, “Never mind that, just continue with what you were saying before. What are these apparent choices I have?” From those words England then let go of your hair and moved to stand in front of you, his grin more easily seen now, “You can choose one of two chooses, deary. One, keep the secret of personified countries locked and stay with us countries so we can keep an eye on you and if you do tell the secret thanks to a protocol and ritual you’d be going through you’d instantly die. Or, I can kill you now, whether it’d be painful and long or quick though still painful! Either way, I’d be entertained!”

You lowered your head a bit though still keeping your eyes trained on him, “With those kinds of chooses there’s barely a choice at all.” England just responded with a wider grin and a slight giggle at your comment before pulling up his sleeve, showing off a knife being strapped to his forearm. You watched as he unstrapped his knife, now holding it in his hands, and moved closer to you with that grin of his, looking so carefree yet so insane as he was.

England placed one hand on your ropes that kept you tied and the other moved his knife towards you. It wasn’t at all hard to see that his actions were telling you that he could either cut the ropes or cut you. So, after a moment of silence as you looked at the knife you said, “My choice is…” when England heard you speak you saw his knife move towards the ropes and you looked at his face, he was guessing already at what you were going to say, “…kill me now, whether it’d be painful and long or quick though still painful.”

You watched emotionlessly as England’s movement stop and his grin disappeared as surprise reached his face. Suddenly England stood straight and placed his free hand to his face, his eyes swirling and he let out lour giggles, then his eyes focused onto you and you stared at those intriguing, strange eyes. “Oh, you really are fascinating, poppet! In all my years I rarely heard someone answer with that choice but even so I could hear hesitation in their voices and when I am just about to kill them I see their regret and fears, but you dear, I hear no hesitation!”

Then England leaned towards you and grabbed your face harshly with his knife right on your neck but you just kept your emotionless eyes focused on his eyes, “Nor can I see fear or regret from making this choice in these (e/c) eyes of yours!” His grin just got even wider as he stated his fact, “Oh, how I would love to kill you now because of that but…” He threw his knife over his shoulder carelessly, “…I’ll keep you alive because you fascinate me and I’d like to know these secrets you have.”

You jerked your head away from him when he said that and gave a glare and lowly grumbled, “So I really didn’t have a choice.” And he responded by giving a few giggles and untying you before grabbed your arm and skipping out the door with you in his grasp.