The Daughter/Son of UN [Countryhumans Fanfiction]

Chapter 7

You were put into your new crib and told to stay where you were, but you knew that whatever was going on was not right. The woman introduced herself later after the little conversation you had with her. Her name was British Empire, which explains a lot as to why she resembled Britain; she was his mother. You couldn't remember much because of your still developing brain, but Britain did mention about her being dangerous, that she tortured Ireland by making him starve. She was somebody no one should mess around with. One blink of an eye could leave you dead if you stood before her.

British Empire described that you were supposed to be born as a country, but instead you were brought into the human world, where you randomly appeared on the bottom of the ocean, brought up onto the surface of the water, and pushed to shore encased in a light, special metal box. When you appeared, a quick flash of (F/C) light covered the sky for a mile in every direction. Later on a married couple found the box and decided to open it at home. Inside was a newborn human, you. British Empire knew all of this because she had lost her first baby due to being stabbed in the stomach by Ireland. She had dreams and visions of a human baby for a long time until she found out where you were. She tried bringing you here with machinery that she built with her friends, and once she found out you arrived here in this world, she was happy.

To answer your question, yes, British Empire was indeed supposed to be your mother, and Britain was going to be your younger brother, but history took a harsh turn. You were born as a human from an unknown thing, just appearing out of nowhere, so she was right about you technically not having any parents. She was pissed when she found out that UN had adopted you, so she radioed someone to take you from him. She despised UN and the organizations because they had banished her and others due to her torturing countries. She was given many chances to stop, but she simply continued to harm others over and over again.

You climbed out of your crib and landed on your bottom on the floor. It hurt, but you ignored the pain and crawled to the door. You knocked on the door until it opened, and once it did, you poked your head out and checked for any masked and cloaked countries. There were none, so you crawled down the hallway, sometimes hiding to avoid some countries who passed by. You almost got caught a couple times, but you managed not to be seen or heard by anybody. 

The elevator opened and two countries walked out. You entered the elevator and waited for it to close, and once it did, you stood up and reached for the button that was the lowest. The elevator went down and stopped on the first floor. You hid in the corner next to the buttons and looked around for any countries. There were some standing by some doors at the end of the hallway. You took the risk and crawled out, hiding behind a cart full with books and boxes. 

You made your next move when they went up the stairs. Crawling down the hall, you look at the paintings and photos of old countries hung on the wall. At the end of the hallway, there was a big picture of the organizations with red "X's" over their faces next to a painting of British Empire. She looked evil and demonic in the painting and you did not like it one bit.

An alarm suddenly rang across the building and a voice echoed throughout the place. It was British Empire. She announced that you had escaped and that the countries working for her needed to find you. You became scared and hid behind a big flower pot. You covered your ears and squeezed your eyes shut. You hoped that nobody would find you because you didn't want to go back to that room. It looked exactly like UN's bedroom, but it wasn't actually his. You wanted to go back to your father, the one who has been caring for you for a while now. 

A shadow came up to you and loomed over your small form. You slowly looked up at the masked country. They extended their arms out and picked you up, cradling you. They brought up a radio and spoke into it, saying that they had found you. The alarm stopped ringing and you were taken all the way back to the room. British Empire took you into her arms and sat you down in your crib. You pouted and glared up at her.

"I told you to stay here, darling. Why did you leave? Hm?" She asked.

You faced away from her.

"Fine, don't answer me then." She leaned back and stretched her body out. "You are quite intelligent for a child at this age. I find it fascinating."

"Dada." You said.

The woman tilted her head. "Hm? You want your dada? Well, the answer is no. You're living here with me."

You laid your body down still facing away from her. 

"Are you ignoring me or are you going to sleep?" 

You didn't respond, instead you stared at the wall through the tiny holes of the crib.

British Empire sighed and stood up, bringing the blanket over your body and planting a kiss on your cheek. She left the room after patting your head and placing a cat plush next to you. It looked exactly like the one Nekomi had given you.

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UN walked along the path holding the note that was attached to the arrow. He read it multiple times already and he just wanted to crumble it up, but it was a valuable piece of information that can help him find out where you are.

The note read:

'I can't thank you enough for finding them for me. I have been looking for them, UN. (Y/N) is special to me, and I'm sure that they would be better off with me instead. You would have just banished them sooner or later, just like you did with me, wouldn't you? You would have just thrown them away like garbage, wouldn't you?'

He recognized that handwriting, but he forgot whose it was. It's been a while since he's last seen it. He was stressing out about it so much, he wanted to bring you home. He missed you so much, he wanted to hold you in his arms. 

UN accidentally bumped into someone. He looked up and rubbed his head.

"I'm so sorry, sir UN!" A British voice said.

UN shook his head. "No, you're fine Britain."

Britain saw that he had dropped a piece of paper and picked it up for him. He looked at it and almost jumped out of his shoes.

"Bloody hell! This is my mother's handwriting!" He exclaimed.

UN took the note and looked at the handwriting once more.

"It is...it is hers!" He suddenly became happy.

"She took (Y/N), didn't she?" Britain asked.

The organization nodded. "Now that we know that it's her, I think I know where we could search for her."

UN spun around and started walking with Britain following close behind.