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2p!England x Reader: Secrets Keeping Insanity Ch.3

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Insanity is the trapping of one’s soul…

Echoing sounds of two pairs of footsteps bounced off the blood stained walls of the olden hallway as this England guy dragged you to wherever it was he was taking you. You didn’t even think of struggling against him since you were smart like that and wouldn’t do such a stupid thing; besides, you were a tad bit curious on where he was taking you even if you didn’t show it. Though you could do without the bone crushing hand hold that England was giving you but ignored it, he was going to have to release his hold eventually or at least loosen it.

So you stayed in your silence and looked around as you easily kept up with England’s fast pace. The hallway that you two were running in seemed to get cleaner and cleaner the more you were taken away from that iron room. The blood stained walls became actual decent looking even if the white was had that old yellowish ting to them. There were also places where there were decent kept doors and that this hallway branched off other hallways and you wonder where those doors and hallways led to, it wasn’t hard to see that this place was humongous and just imagine all the secrets this place hid.

Suddenly England halted causing you to almost crash into his back but luckily your quick reflexes were able to stop that from happening. England turned to you, a bit surprised that you didn’t accidently run into him as he had expected, and smile widely in giddy anticipation. His hold on your hand became a bit tighter before he loosened his hold but you didn’t notice as you focused your interest on the door he stood before, this must be the stop.

“We’ll be going in this door…” He said cheerfully as he pulled out a key from his pocket and continued to speak but next words caused your eye to twitch with a bit of annoyance, “…but we still have a bit to go so don’t tire. I’ll explain what’s going to happen to you with the protocol and ritual and all to make sure you don’t say a peep about us.” As he finished that sentence he unlocked the door and opened it to reveal a staircase going down all the while keeping one hand holding yours.

The next thing he did was push you forward in front of him, finally letting you go to do so, “Just walk down the steps, deary, at the end of the staircase you’ll find a door, that’s where we need to get to.” You did as you were told as England locked the door behind him and followed you down.

“Alright, poppet, to perform the protocol I’m going to have to make a liquid formula with the needed ingredients and one of these ingredients is needed from you.” His voice was so casual and so happy a person might not have realized the bad situation going on. So, being the person you were, you questioned, “What do you mean by an ingredient from me?”

England gave a happy giggle as if the answer was obvious, “In order to make you…” He paused a bit to find a more pleasant wording, “…to make you more willing to keep your word with us personified countries you have to be connected to your word that you will keep the secret and in order to that I need to put your genes into the liquid formula.”

As a response to his explanation you bluntly stated back, “You mean make me bound to you personified countries by my word? Make me trapped here because I have to keep my word in order to live by binding my soul to this liquid formula that if I don’t keep the secret I’d die?”

England giggled at your wording, “Oh, yes, deary, that’s exactly it but in that way you make it sound like a bad thing.”

You stopped your steps, which you’ve realized that there were indeed a lot of steps since you still couldn’t see that door at the end, and looked at England with an unamused look, “Because it is. I state things as they are and I don’t sugar coat them with pretty words.”

England stood there in a sort of shock. Sure some of his other ‘victims’ have talked in a blunt and more crude manner to him before but it usually never started this early. Then he just smiled, “Well, that’s quite pessimistic and blunt, isn’t it? I have a feeling you’d fit right in with the other countries, I wonder which one you’ll pick...” You didn’t question him on what he meant by that and just started walking down the stairs again.

In a few short seconds you were finally able to see the door that was your destination. Your steps sped up just a bit but when you tried to open the door you realized it was closed. You then stepped aside for England to unlock the door in front of you. Strangely, though, England didn’t get a key. Instead he just touched the locked doorknob which caused it to glow a faded baby blue for just a moment before a click echoed the staircase.

You could easily see England shaking in his boots with anticipation and excitement before he slammed the door open with a large insane grin. He literally leaped into the room without you as if he had expected you to follow, which, of course, you did without complaint or question.

As you stepped into the room you were a tad bit surprised at how well-kept and organized it was, and it wasn’t all that dark or insane looking. The room was surprisingly…ordinary looking. For such an insane person like England you had expected the room to be covered with either satanic signs with blood splattered all over the place or covered with pink lollipops and unicorns.

Instead you saw a white walled room that wasn’t at all molded or worn. There were bookshelves along each of the four walls with countless closed opaque bottles and large old-looking books by the bottles. There were rich looking tables and chairs that also held some ancient books and by those tables were polished antique treasure chests with beautiful designs. The only thing that really looked out of ordinary was that large black pot in the middle of the room since even the lighting was a bright and lively white.

If you hadn’t known better you would’ve thought England was the sanest person on the planet, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Once you were fully in the room the door suddenly closed behind you with a loud bang and locked itself. The whole thing nearly made you jump out of your skin from how sudden and quick it was but luckily all you did was barely flinch. It certainly wasn’t hard to tell England was really using his magical talents now as if he was free from restraints in this room.

With a wary conscious you walked closer to England as he snapped his fingers, which had caused one of the treasure chests closest to him to open. You watched England carefully as he pulled something out of the open treasure chest. Then you saw what was in his hand and you groaned loudly as things became lucid to understand. In his hand was a baby blue brush.

He gave you the most eager smile you’ve seen yet as he exclaimed with that giddy anticipation of his, “If we are going to conduct a ritual you must look your absolute best! So come sit down over here and let me brush that splendid hair of yours!” You gave him a very doubtful look, as if you had to look your ‘best’; he just wanted to play with your long hair before he had to ‘share’ you with the other countries after the ritual was done. Or, at least that was your guess from what little you know and what you see in England’s body language.

So, not really caring all that much, you went over where England was and he motioned towards a chair for you to sit in. Once you had settled down in the chair England was behind you brushing your hair as he commented on how he loved long hair on girls like yourself, it made a girl really beautiful, and long hair was fun to play with. Sadly he couldn’t brush or play with the hair of the other female countries since they didn’t seem to trust him.

There was also one comment where he stated that after the ritual was done and you were introduced to the others he would show you to a shower because apparently you needed one, and some better clothes, too. You weren’t really sure if that was exposed to be an insult or just an innocent comment but you concluded that it didn’t really matter.

Once he had finished brushing your hair he gave you a new cloak to wear saying that since cloaks were tradition in rituals you needed a new one to wear. You were fine with it since it was better than your worn out and blood stained one. Then he snapped his fingers and the lights went out as he stated, “Time for the ritual to commence!” You just shock your head as how childish he was being at all this and sighed.

Then the pot in the middle of the room glowed a ghastly white and on the other side of that pot was a black cloaked England, it didn’t feel right seeing him in that kind of thing. He motioned for you to come forward closer to the pot and you rolled your eyes thinking at how melodramatic he was acting but moved towards the pot anyways.

He gave a wave of his hand and suddenly multiple bottles from the bookshelves moved towards England in fast motions. He looked at each one as you watched him pour a few of the selected bottles into the pot with ingredients that were just a bit disturbing or just plain liquid.

He soon paused half way through before he gave another wave of his hand. One of the ancient books on the table appeared before him and flipped through pages before stopping on a particular one. England then read the page with a nod. His face showed he was in deep concentration as if one wrong move or ingredient could cause absolute disaster and ruin the potion. That really was an interesting look on him.

After that he dropped more ingredients into the black pot with skillfulness only few could manage. Though, just before long, he had finished what he needed to finished and sent the bottles back to their shelves. Finally he gave a smile, pleased with his work, before looking at you. He gave a bit of a giggle because even though your face didn’t show it, your eyes revealed that you were impressed with him.

Then he snapped his fingers and another treasure chest opened near him. A knife and a silver bowl levitated out so England could grab them and he spoke, “Okay, now all we need is your DNA to put inside of the potion. Give me your wrist, please, poppet.”

You narrowed your eyes for a moment before speaking, “And why is that?” He gave a giggle, giving an obvious answer, “I have a knife and bowl for a reason, poppet, I need your blood to get the DNA needed.” You nodded, as if you already knew that and just wanted to hear it from him, but still didn’t give him your wrist, “Isn’t there other ways instead of blood?”

England gave a small shrug, “Yes there is, poppet, but blood is the simplest and easiest since any other way to get DNA calls for a larger amount. For example, for blood all I need is a cup while, let’s say, the clump of hair needs more than sixteen inches long. Though for both the more of the DNA is placed in the potion the stronger the seal becomes and more independence the user gains and –”

England didn’t have a chance to finish that sentence because you reached forward and snatched the knife right out of his hand. A mischievous glint was in your eyes and a slight smirk on your lips, “Well, if those are the rules than I could easily fulfill them.”

The personified nation gave you a confused look before his eyes widened in dramatic horror but before he could do anything you had already committed the deed. You had grabbed your long hair and sliced straight through right above shoulder length. With the cut hair in your hands you looked at England, “This seems like a lot more that sixteen inches, don’t you agree?” England just stared at you, mouth open with heartbreak at the fact that your hair was short now. There was just something about that face of his that brought you pride.

Then you dropped your cut (h/c) locks into the potion and that white glow turned into a rich violet burst that shot around the room. England, though, was still grieving at the loss. You one the other hand watched as the glow soon started circling around you, memorizing to watch, before it fully covered you in its dark grip.

You gasped as your eyes widened, all you could see now was darkness, and you felt the amethyst mist seep into your skin. Then you heard a soothing but gloomy chanting, a chanting in an enigmatic mumble, and you figured England finally stopped grieving and continued with the ritual as he was exposed to.

But you didn’t really have much time for that thought as that mist started to shake your core. You literally were able to feel your soul mix with that mist, accepting it with hesitance, before your whole body started to tremble. Your breathing started to become short and you could feel your body temperature move from cold to hot to cold again. Perspiration started to form on your forehead and still all you could see when nothingness. Then suddenly, you felt nothing.

It was as if all physical feeling left your body and you fell to the ground on your knees. The chanting finally seized and your vision slowly came back to you. The first thing you did was take a large breath as you blinked quickly. You weren’t expecting that, at all.

In a few moments tops you managed to collect yourself, but that didn’t stop you from glaring up at England who was now in front of you. Your glare, though, eased up when you noticed England’s facial expression was awe and full of childish wonder. You gave him a confused look but noticed that England was actually a shade of pale violet as if a light was illuminating on him. Then your mind started to click as you noticed the lights in the room were still off.

You quickly looked at your arms and stiffened when you saw a violet colored essence radiating off your skin. You threw off the black cloak that covered you and instantly the room light up in a violet gleam as any exposed body part was giving off that radiance. The composure that you had managed to gain instantly shattered.

“Why am I fucking glowing?!” Even though you weren’t yelling, which you just can’t seem to do, you’re voice did raise a few octaves and volumes. England though gave you a stern look, not liking your vulgar language, but let it slide since he understood the situation was bizarre to you.

So England just kneeled down in front of you, reaching out with a hand towards the violet glow. When his hand reached right above the skin of your glowing arm you gave a sudden shiver. It felt like your soul just trembled.

Then England mumbled to himself, too low for you to hear, as he moved his hand in slight motions above your arm causing the radiance to swirl around his hand. Unfortunately for you the whole thing just made your soul tremble all the more, at least it wasn’t causing you pain though it sure was uncomfortable.

Suddenly England gave you a wide smile as if giving you assurance, “It seems as though your soul gives off a violet color. It’s quite a lively and free essence might I add, I haven’t seen one like it before.” Now that explained why your soul was trembling.

Your eyes went wider before you hiss out, “You mean this light is my soul?! Then why are you playing with it?!”

England just giggle before he gave you a glare, that smile still on his face though, “You can call it punishment for cutting such long hair that I would’ve had so much fun playing with. That and your soul is just plain fascinating.” For that last comment you weren’t sure if you should take that as a complement. No matter.

You pushed England’s hand away from you, causing your soul to tremble even more before settling down, “Like hell I was going give you my wrist, I don’t trust you when it comes to me and my blood. That and your reaction was just plain fascinating.” You copied England’s manner of speaking just to mock him and a slight smirk came back to your face as you remembered England’s reaction.

England’s eyes began to swirl with his smile faltering and you briefly wondered if you were going to faint again, “I was not going to cut you that deep and make you bleed to death! Part of the rules is that we countries can’t kill you unless you tell the secret, we can barely hurt you, and you would’ve known that if you hadn’t interrupted me!”

Your own eyes sparkled a bit at the new found information but you just shrugged his anger off, “Eh, even if I had known that I would’ve done the same thing. That face of yours was just too worth it. Besides, the long hair was becoming a bother and I needed to get it cut so I figured now was a good time. Also, I was not planning on having a country play with my hair as if I were a doll, just feel thankful I gave you that one chance.”

England bared his teeth at you but did nothing before he sighed, trying to calm himself. As he calmed himself you asked the simple question, “When is this glowing stuff going to end?” England looked at you for a moment before he reached out again to play with your soul’s light, your soul trembled, “Just give it a moment; the light will die down once your soul settles down. The ritual kind of brought your soul out into the open in order to become a part of it.”

While he was talking you pushed his hand back again and soon enough that violet light did fade away and the room was once more dark. But you felt something as the light faded, you felt as though your soul was being confined in a small space, trapped in a surrounding force. You were spellbound now to the insanity of this man’s potion, and not in a good way, in a way of being ensnared. Freedom felt lost to you, but when did anyone in an insane world like this ever had freedom?

England then snapped his finger and the bright white light filled the room, causing you to shut your eyes before blinking rapidly as your eyes adjusted. “Well, I guess we can introduce you to the other now.”
Sorry I haven't been one for quite some time even though I said I'd put up more chapters. For the past three weeks I've been in SAT class and might I say my vocabulary has never been this large, also, help, I'm using this vocab in my everyday speaking life and some people don't understand me! I also placed one or two SAT words in this chapter actually... 

I did this chapter instead of my 2p!America one because for 2p!England I haven't updated in the longest while, you guys need to smack me and constantly remind me to just sit down and write without ANY distractions. And haaaa, Reader-chan made 2p!England pissed; she has good reason, I mean, wouldn't you want to see 2p!England's exasperated, melodramatic and hilarious face, too? I know I sure would, Reader-chan is lucky that magic of his is keeping her well alive. And gosh, I felt like I was writing a fantasy in this XD I have no idea why I did this but I regret nothing; with magic, anything is possible! But now Reader-chan is trapped in the insane world of personified countries, how would she act around the others? <w< I have a pretty good guess.

RIP Long, long hair -- You would've had a long life of 2p!England grooming you.

Also, how was you guys' summer so far?
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Part two pleeaaase ~ !
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