(Y/N) Pov:

-"And that's it." You finished your speech of your little adventure with the eyes stuck on the ground. No way you're gonna look at (B/F/N) in the eyes while explaining how you were pinned to a bed by a country and were shot by another.

You braved yourself and look up at (B/F/N), they were looking at you in silence, you realised they had changed since last time you saw them, they were a lot more silent and had an uneasy look. That's true that watching your best friend passing out in front of you is quite traumatising, not like you experienced it before.

-"I'll kill them." (B/F/N) mumbled under their breath.

-"What?" You asked, confused. They looked back at you, their eyes kinda empty, were they like this when they entered? Now they looked like they haven't slept in ages. Nevertheless they started to laugh at your confused face.

-"What can I do? They dared to hurt my bestie, no way I'm gonna let it pass!" They exclaimed, their cheerfulness creeped a smile onto your face.

-"Well, instead of killing them, you can spend this time with me since you missed me so much!" You teased and both of you were laughing in the room, completely forgetting the fact that your head was wrapped in bloody bandages. After a few minutes you stopped laughing because the nurse just came back to change your bandages. After she looked how much time were left and got out the room, (B/F/N) turned towards you.

-"So, are you still a virgin or you didn't tell me the whole story with German Empire?" Your face flushed red.

-"(B/F/N)! Of course I'm still a virgin! And that's what you ask? I also told you I was shot and I was stuck in multiple battles!" You exclaimed standing up, they just shrugged.

-"And? Personally, that's what picked my interest." You sighed and sit back on the bed, your head in your hands.

-"Of course you would..." You mumbled, trying to ignore the feeling of bandages on your palms. (B/F/N) put an arm around your shoulders.

-"Eh, I'm still me! Sorry if my personality is not that of a person in the 1910's, I don't care about manners!"

-"(B/F/N)..."

-"What? Do you want me to act like a personal maid? Sorry, not my thing."

-"Please, (B/F/N), stop."

-"At least you know I payed attention to your whole story and not only this specific moment."

-"Thank you for reminding me of this..." You said, blushing.

-"Oh~ (Y/N) is in love~." You facepalmed and look at them, not impressed.

-"(B/F/N), this is literally a fictional character who represents a country who participated to one of the most deadliest wars in the world." (B/F/N) stopped moving and looked back at you.

-"You still think of it as a fiction after everything?" They asked, you raised an eyebrow at the mood change.

-"Well yes, of course. It was just some lucid dreams that I got when I was too tired." They looked at you like you were crazy, their eyes cold.

-"Are you serious? You think it's normal? Like a dream could affect you in real life! If it was the case, it would have been long since that I'd be dead from falling in my nightmares!" (B/F/N) exclaimed, you were surprised by their outburst, normally they wouldn't be so invested in a situation, then again you almost died so it was understandable. You sighed.

-"Listen, I have no idea why this bullet entered my head but the idea that it was because of my dream is completely delusional, I think I got the bullet while I was unconscious and it affected my dream, not the other way around." You told them, not believing a word but still trying to find a logical explanation to this situation even if there doesn't seem to be any. (B/F/N) looked like they wanted to strangle you for thinking like that before they sighed and calm down. They looked away.

-"Whatever you say..." They mumbled. You frowned, not liking the upset face of your best friend, but, before you could say anything, they re-started talking.

-"So, you're not hurt from the bullet?" They asked you, it was not concern in their voice but more like curiosity. You blinked.

-"I guess so, it's weird don't you think? Like, look at my head! It's all bloody but I don't feel any pain!" You told them while moving your arms around, they just snickered.

-"Yeah, guess you're lucky, I didn't hear anything like that before." They said in a cold voice, making you feel uneasy, what was wrong with them and their mood swings?

-"Ah yeah, during your comatose, I kinda went to your house often, and looked through your sketchbook, is that okay?" They asked you, you raised an eyebrow, still questioning the changes of subjects.

-"Well, yeah of course, I mean, if it conforted you while I wasn't here then there's nothing wrong with it." You told them, feeling kinda sad that they were missing you so much that they went to your house, how they must have felt lonely!

They smiled wildly at your response, a true and happy smile, maybe a little bit too happy, it gave you chills but you shook it off.

-"Thank you so much! Indeed it conforted me and distracted me from the hospital. I mean, it was very interesting and realistic!" They told you. Ignoring the weird feeling, you just smiled.

-"Thank you, I love my drawings and I try very hard to make them as realistic as possible! Is there any drawings that you liked in particular?" You asked them, they still had their smile on, it was full of life, making a big contrast with their eyes, still as cold as before.

-"Oh yeah, there is." They said quietly, changing of tone once again. You looked at them, waiting for an example... That never came. They just stayed silent, eyes on the ground.

-"And... Which one?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

-"Well, it's not one, it's the whole part 'My Story' that you separated from the rest." They told you, you were confused.

-"'My Story'? I've never drawn something like that, even less a whole part." You said, completely lost. They looked up at you.

-"Oh really? Strange..." They turned their head towards the wall, not adding anything. 'What's wrong with them?' You thought. 'And a 'My Story' part? I have never drawn something like that!'

-"Excuse me?" You raised your head, the nurse was at the door.

-"Yes?" You asked, she looked at (B/F/N).

-"I'm afraid that the visit time is over, your friend have to leave, I have to see how much time you have to stay here." She told you, (B/F/N) just nodded.

-"Okay. Goodbye (Y/N)." They said before getting out, leaving you and the nurse alone. You were feeling bad since they left before waiting for an answer, did you upset them?

-"Will I stay here a long time?" You asked the nurse. Since you didn't feel any pain, you didn't want to stay here forever, even if it was for a serious injury.

-"First we have to wait for your head to recover, I'm here to see how much time it will take for your skin and hair to completely cover the part touched by the bullet. We already stitched your skin a bit to cover the injury while you were under anesthesia." She told you. You nodded, understanding the point. You were a bit fazed by the fact that you had stitches, it felt so irreal !

After a while the nurse started asking questions while observing your injury, you answered truthfully, impatient to know how much time you'll have to wait before leaving. Also, where are your parents? You were upset that they weren't here after you woke up. 'Didn't (B/F/N) said that the hospital called them? If they did, they know I was awake so why aren't they here? Is their work more important than me?' You thought sadly while the nurse noted the last details of your state.

.

.

.

(B/F/N) Pov:

I got out of the hospital and breathed out, how hard was it? To stay still and maintain the facade that everything was okay, that you were still the (B/F/N) they know? It's against my nature to be faking, it's me that teached (Y/N) how to be themselves and now I'm the one pretending, what kind of joke is this?

The thing is, I'm still myself, but I have changed and I don't want them to know that. I can't tell them, they are too pure, too innocent. If I told them why I have changed, the truth, they'll break like a shattered glass. And, what's the point? They're the protagonist of the story after all, they have others things to think about than that, I'm just a side character, I have nothing to worry about, I'll not be the target of the plot, they are. The bullet is only a beginning, they'll suffer, a lot, and in plenty of ways.

I... I don't want them to be hurt, I can't let them to be hurt, they're my best friend, the only one that ever understood me, and I'm here, watching them getting shot and passing out and there's nothing I can do about it... Or there is? Maybe... Maybe there is a way for me to help them! I... I can save them!

'Later, (B/F/N), later.' I thought. I have arrived to (Y/N)'s house, their parents were in here, may as well telling them that they woke up. What? I didn't want them to interrupt the moment of me and (Y/N) when they woke up so I didn't told them anything and lied to (Y/N) about the hospital calling them so their parents doesn't even know that (Y/N) woke up or had an injury. After all, who cares? At one moment or another they'll be forgotten, that's what it said anyway.

I knocked on the door, silence. I was getting impatient, I knocked on the door a second time. This time, I heard movements inside and the door was opened by no other than (F/N). I put on the most emotional face that I had, he greeted me before getting a little bit scared seeing my (fake) nervous state.

-"Are you okay, (B/F/N)? You were at the hospital, did something happened to (Y/N)?" He asked, more stressed when he told his thoughts aloud. I entered the house and saw (M/N) looking at us with a nervous face. 'Great, like that I don't have to tell it twice.' I thought before put on my act. I acted like I had short breath and I have ran a lot.

-"Yes... Yes actually!" I told them, their faces darkened and their eyes widened.

-"Oh my god what happened?!" Asked (M/N), panic in her voice. A part of me wanted to smile at my act but I had to keep it together.

-"I... I have a good and a bad new. I told them, secretly laughing from putting so much tension. Their parents looked at each other then at me.

-"What is the good new?" (F/N) asked, I looked at him.

-"(Y/N) woke up." I said solemnly, their eyes widened and they started crying of happiness.

-"Oh my goodness!" Exclaimed (M/N), she smiled under her tears, but (F/N) calmed himself down.

-"And... And what's the bad new?" He asked. There there is...

-"She got shot in the back of the head." I told them, rather coldly, I must say. Their eyes widened in horror, the room fell into silence. I was facing them, their tears seemed to have stopped moving, like gravity stopped all the sudden. Their faces trying to comprehend the fact that their child had woken up only to be shot and probably die just after.

-"...Wh-What?" (M/N) mumbled.

-"Is... Is this a joke? Because I don't find it funny." (F/N) said through his clutched teeth.

-"How... How did this happen?" Asked weakly (M/N). I thought that maybe I could tell the truth, from how I lived it at least without mentioning anything that (Y/N) told me.

-"It's a mistery for me too, I was sitting next to their bed, during my visit when I fell asleep, when I opened my eyes, their head was all bloody, as well as the sheets, it was when I called a nurse that we found out that they had a bullet in their head. Fortunately, they could extract the bullet before there is too much damage." I explained, keeping the act and the distressed face.

-"But... How... How are they?" (M/N) asked for both of them, scared of the answer. I smiled at them.

-"Don't worry, they are fine, after the surgery I visited them, and they didn't felt the bullet at all! They don't feel any pain so don't be worried!" I reassured them, somehow it was still an act even if I loved (Y/N)'s parents, I was bothered to talk about them.Weird.

Of course, they were relieved and after what seems hours of asking me questions, they got out of the house with me and both parents took the car to go see their child at the hospital, leaving me on the street. Surely they thought I was going home but they were too impatient to see (Y/N) that they didn't drop me to my house. So I was here, in front of (Y/N)'s house, watching their car disappearing at the corner of the street.

When I was sure they were out of view I took out the double that (Y/N) gave me and opened the front door and closed it after me. I walked in the dark living room, passing the office and other rooms that were there. No, I'm not robbing any luxury objects nor their money, I have something more precious in my hands. I went up the stairs, to (Y/N)'s room.

I opened the door and I had to turn on my phone to see something, I couldn't risk to turn on the room's light, it could filter through the closed window. I walked to (Y/N)'s desk and opened a familiar drawer. I put my bag down, taking extra precautions and opened it. There, I take out what became my obsession, the thing that caused me so many nightmares and that made me question reality as well as my own life.

I closed the drawer, and got out of the room, feeling empty without the precious object at my reach. How I wished I could spend more time looking at it, but I can't, I don't know when (Y/N) is going to come back and I can't take the risk of them suspecting me to have stole one of their things. Of course, (Y/N)'s kindness is as such that they will not get angry but I don't want to upset them. After all...

(Y/N) is very attached to their sketchbook.

~•to be continued•~

-----------------------------------------------------------

Author's note

I'm back! Sorry for the long wait. I think that chapter kinda started the second part of the story, themes will change a bit, maybe it'll turn into a darker theme, idk but yeah!

I spent a great time writing (B/F/N)'s pov, their character will be more important in the story as you could guess.

I think it's all, see you to the next chapter.