The Daughter/Son of UN [Countryhumans Fanfiction]

Chapter 12

"For the eleventh time, you must stop trying to leave." Britain picked you up and set you onto the carpet across the room where your toys lay scattered everywhere. You pouted, folding your arms and glaring up at your caretaker. Your attempts to escape were irritating and tiring, but he had to keep you from going anywhere near the door. You've tried over and over to avert his attention to something else as a distraction to leave the room, but he always caught you. 

"I want to leave too, but if we get caught running, then it will be me and you versus about...twenty or so of them!" Britain exclaimed, frustrated with your actions. "We have to be patient, even if it takes weeks or months, we will get out of here."

You crawled toward the direction of the door, only angering the old man. He sighed, walking in front of you and picking you up. He took you to your crib and plopped you down upon the mattress inside. You stood up on your tippy toes and poked half of your small head over the tall railing of your crib. Britain watched as you tried climbing over the railing, but you were unable to; it was too tall for your short body. 

"I'm sorry, but it is the only way I can keep you from escaping." The male said. "We both don't like my mother, I know. She isn't the kindest, but neither is she the worst person on this planet."

You remained quiet, staring up at him.

"Oh, who am I kidding? She is the worst woman ever! Poor Ireland and India…they never deserved such treatment." He placed his elbows on his lap and rested his chin on the palms of his hands. He was stressed out and wanted to get out and get some fresh air. It's been a couple days now and not once have they been granted permission to go outside.

A shadow approached the door, seeable from underneath it. You purposely fell onto your back and pretended to be asleep as British Empire entered the room. She had blood stains on her clothing, which seemed brand new, but she didn't mind them being there. 

"I came to check up on you two! How are my precious children doing?~" 

"Horribly!" Her son said. "If you may let us, may we please go outside? We need some fresh air after being stuck here for three days!"

British Empire walked up beside your crib and saw that you were asleep. She smiled, lifting you up into her arms and kissing you on the cheek. 

"Well, I will let you go with some guards to watch over you. (Y/N) is asleep." 

"What?" Britain rushed up next to his mother. "No! They are only acting like they are asleep!" 

He attempted to shake you by putting his hand on your chest, but his mother grabbed his wrist.

"Do not wake them up, Britain!" She released him and gently placed you back into your crib. She turned to her son. "Come along, I will lead you to an area where you can go get some fresh air."

As Britain was led out of the room, he stared back at the crib. He saw your head pop up and make eye contact with him. You waved goodbye and smiled as you tried to climb over the railing again. Britain clenched his fist as the door shut behind him. 

After trying for so long, you were finally able to get out of your crib. You may have hurt yourself while doing so, but the pain went away within minutes. During that time, you crawled over to the door and unlocked it, leaving the room.

You were halfway down the hallway when you saw a masked and cloaked country coming toward you. You hid behind a painting that was leaning against the wall and waited for the country to pass by. Once they did, you left and got to the stairs.

One by one, you went down each step, hiding from countries every time you heard them or saw them coming toward you. You reached the bottom floor and saw the exit right in front of you. You were happy to finally be able to leave British Empire once and for all. However, you then remembered Britain. If you escaped right now, he would be left behind. He has been taking care of you for three days now and now you're basically betraying him by leaving him behind with this witch.

Screw it.

You crawled a few inches forward when you were suddenly lifted up into the air. You were spun around and forced to look up at the country who picked you up. They were wearing their mask and cloak though, so it was impossible to tell who they were.

They took you upstairs and into your room, putting you back into your crib.

"He was so annoying, that's why I killed him. I never liked him, and I don't think I ever would have liked him throughout my whole life if someone told me to hang out with him or get to know him more." He turned the opposite direction and took off his cloak and mask, then he turned back and glared at you. "I should have killed UN that day when I tried breaking into his house, but something told me not to." 

North Korea lived.