✿三十四
[Suffice to say, Hong Kong is not happy with his Christmas gift. Christmas morning comes and his voice can be heard over the phone lines. He thinks he's attempting to communicate with China and England- despite the fact that he's been unable to do anything so far- but obviously it's the usual unfiltered phone call. He isn't crying, but his voice is shakey, uneven and breathless.]
You win...
I can't do this by myself, so please... Help- [a breath comes out in an almost choking sound] Not for me now, for them... They're starving, all of them-
Teacher-?
England-?
I don't want this anymore.
...Why can't anyone hear me?
[When he doesn't get an answer, the call ends with an abrupt crashing noise, as if he's just knocked the telephone off the table and let it fall to the ground.
Any housemates or others who choose to investigate will find him huddled on the kitchen floor, his head buried in his hands, motionless except for his shuddery breathing. What should he do? He can't just sit here like this. But he can't seem to do anything. And nobody can see or hear him...]
You win...
I can't do this by myself, so please... Help- [a breath comes out in an almost choking sound] Not for me now, for them... They're starving, all of them-
Teacher-?
England-?
I don't want this anymore.
...Why can't anyone hear me?
[When he doesn't get an answer, the call ends with an abrupt crashing noise, as if he's just knocked the telephone off the table and let it fall to the ground.
Any housemates or others who choose to investigate will find him huddled on the kitchen floor, his head buried in his hands, motionless except for his shuddery breathing. What should he do? He can't just sit here like this. But he can't seem to do anything. And nobody can see or hear him...]