INSANITY - Countryhumans UN

Chapter 3 • Conspiracy

No less than a week had passed by. During that, more mice had been killed for time and UN had many, many missed calls from the US of A. He answered none of them knowing full well that – when they were to meet up in the coming days – he could say full heartedly that he was out of the house or busy. And America was bound to believe him. Anyone and everyone was.

Not often did these sorts of meetings occur, but it was occuring today. A world meeting. Of course, UN hosted at least two of these a year. He had to. It's his job. But it never does anything. He knows that. Other countryhumans may know that. But to the rest of the world it fills them all with hope – and to other countryhumans, they might also feel a little hopeful that the world becomes a better place with these meetings. But, UN knows deep down that nothing ever comes out of these meetings.

At the podium in the grand hall, UN stood there with a beaming expression: a generous smile; kindly eyes, and hopeful attitude. It was one that couldn't go ignored. It was an expression that couldn't be seen as a threat. And, with all eyes on him, he spoke graciously like a genuine angel, bringing people together to put aside their differences for just a day to discuss the current affairs. Everyone kept quiet while he spoke.

It had been a tiresome meeting; there had been a few arguments, but it had remained civil when it needed to be. It had been civil long enough for it to become a bore – something to fall asleep to. Many kept their heads in their hands, leaning against the table. Others laid their heads against the table, while some might of actually fallen asleep for just a few minutes. But, UN, with neatly folded hands, kept a straight posture throughout with his head up the entire time. It was a tiresome skill – one meant for either being or acting attentive.

By the end of it, many wanted to take the next flight home immediately. Others hung back to find friends and allies to speak with. Meanwhile, UN stayed where he was, assuming at least one person would want to have a word with him. He looked livelier than ever with bright colours and his adorning halo. From the previous meeting, he recalled one to many people claiming he looked dull, burnout, or like a 'труп' (corpse). It irked at his mind; he just had to look lively for the sake of this world, didn't he? But, it's not like he'd always have to try this hard to appear presentable. It'd only have to be every few weeks or months he'd have to try hard.

"How do you stay awake for so long? Do you not find this boring at all?" An American accent chimes out from behind UN.
He turned his head swiftly to face the younger organisation (by roughly 5 years): NATO, who had snuck up behind him. There was an exhausted sigh that came from his breath and his eyes looked ready to shut for eight hours.
"What do you mean? Are you tired?" UN smiled pitifully, gleaming down at the other.
"I'm exhausted! Can't you see?" NATO complained, "and you don't even look it!"
The two stayed quiet for a moment while the shorter glared at the taller. As he looked closer, his eye widened ever so slightly.

"UN... are you wearing make-up?"
UN shook his head swiftly,
"No. Why?"
"You just look more... Colourful than usual."
NATO recalled very well the previous few times they had met up that UN was simply not a colourful or bright looking person. Or at least not in recent times. To see him change like this was close to a pleasent surprise. Perhaps the angelic figure had become happier recently.

"About you being exhausted: are you not sleeping at night?" UN giggled at the remark with an upbeat voice.
The shorter of the two crossed his arms and furrowed his brow.
"I slept very well last night, thank you!" Clearly he hadn't, "these meetings are just too long: this one was four hours – nearly five!"
"We just had lots to discuss," UN gave off a small shrug.
Unsatisfied with the answer, NATO went off to some others he knew better. As he walked off, now facing away from the taller, UN's smile disappeared into a natural frown. A discern for whatever was around him became visible the moment no one was looking.

"UN! UN!" Another American accent called out.
At that moment, a star-spangled country jumped up to UN as if he didn't know what personal space was. UN backed up, making sure his eyes looked down at the other brightly. In the spur of this surprise, his halo lit up like a mini flashbang before dimming down. It was just one of the few things he couldn't control.
"Yes, America...?" UN took his time with answering.
Hopefully the dog wasn't dead.
"I tried to call you twenty times! You didn't answer! What gives?!" He rudely called out, catching the attention of the few who decided to stay in the hall just a while longer.
With an apologetic frown and softer voice, UN spoke firmly,
"I'm sorry for not answering, America. I was horribly ill and couldn't get out of bed for a few days. Why were you calling, might I ask?"
With a rested huff, America responded,
"My dog... She was really poorly when I took her home – and she wouldn't stop crying!" He couldn't help but raise his voice.
"America... I'm so sorry to hear that!" UN looked over America with a hard stare, "I think... I think she could've eaten something in my garden to make her ill; I have some flowers which had been dug up come to think of it."

America took a step back, calming greatly at the response,
"Oh? ... It could've been that... Well," he held his hand out, "if you take care of her again, please keep her away from the flowers?"
"Definetly!"
UN and America shook on that promise. UN held his fingers crossed behind his back.

Time (not much of it) passed by and a small trio had formed to discuss casual or general business. NATO, Germany, and America. They all spoke about their lives, the day and what they planned to do later. Naturally, America mentioned he'd most definitely be sleeping in. And, naturally too, NATO couldn't help but speak up.
"I swear UN never gets tired! Do you see how refreshed he looks? How can someone do that for the whole meeting?" He complained, knowing full well that if he slept for a little longer at night he wouldn't be complaining about this.
"Probably sleeps well," Germany shrugs.
"Sometimes he looks so grumpy though," America laughed.
NATO waved off the remarks,
"Or he's wearing makeup to hide how tired he is."
"What?" Germany said in doubt.
America laughed harder,
"Are you serious?"
"Look at him."

NATO quietly tilted his head at UN, who was on the other side of the room making small talk with other people.
"Don't you see?"
"See what?" America couldn't see much with his sunglasses on (who wears sunglasses inside?)
"Oh!" Germany spoke up, "I see it. He does look like he's got like... Erröten (blush) on."
America hummed out in confusion.
"Yeah, blush or concealer," NATO added, "and he seems in high spirits, too."
"I thought he was just tired before," Germany shrugged it off.

"He did look a lot paler last time I saw him. Maybe he's depressed?" America half-joked, giving a small, humourous scoff at the thought.
He didn't actually think UN would be depressed.
"Really? Him?" Germany asked.
"I wouldn't be surprised – who isn't these days?" NATO responded.
"... Me?" Germany, with a concerned expression, stared at the other two.

Ignoring what was just said, America spoke up,
"Actually, if he is depressed, then why is he so happy today?"
NATO shrugged, not putting much thought into it. But, the non-American thought into it. He let out a small gasp when a realisation hit him.
"What if he wants to kill himself...?!" He whisper yelled.
"Woah! That's a bit of a leap, don't you think?" NATO asked.
"I'm serious...! I've heard so many times that depressed people become happy before they actually– y'know!"

For once, a serious expression strikes at America as he realised the severity of this situation.
"We need to do something then, don't you think?"
"Like what? Just tell him not to kill himself?" NATO suggested sarcastically.
"... We could talk to him and make sure everything's okay first." America uttered.
"Sure... Germany, you wouldn't mind speaking to him, would you?" NATO did the honours of putting the burden onto Germany.
"Yeah, you're good at speaking!" America encouraged.

Germany looked to UN at the far end of the hall and then back to the other two.
"Alright, I'll go over to his house and speak to him there; that way it's more private."