Chapter 27

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Australia firmly grasped onto his father's wrists and pinned him down, making sure he wasn't able to move and penetrate anybody with the knife he held in his right hand. France backed away into her two sons standing at the doorway. They stood in their stances, terrified and paralyzed by the scenery happening in front of them. 

Britain scowled, flipping the knife over in his hand so the pointed and sharp part of it aimed at the back of Australia's palm. He jabbed it into his skin, causing blood to squirt out through the wound and the country to release him. Britain punched his son and wrapped his fingers around his neck, squeezing the oxygen out of him. 

"Aussie!" France cried, taking a step forward. 

Britain pulled a revolver out of his pocket and shot a bullet at his wife's leg. Blood splattered in every direction and colored the walls. 

France screamed in extreme pain and agony, falling back into Canada's arms. 

America clenched his fists and rushed over to the Australian's side. Britain loaded up another shot and aimed at America, but he missed. America managed to get out of the room with his mother and siblings. 

"You aren't going anywhere!" The British man shouted, quickly rising up onto his feet. He ran towards the door, but it was slammed shut in front of him. His face hit the wood, causing a small nose bleed, but he ignored it and opened the door.

Running out into the hallway, Britain glanced from side to side and chose to go downstairs. He reloaded his gun with bullets and readed his knife. He twirled it in his hand as he descended the stairs and examined his surroundings.

Hearing a door close beyond the kitchen, he swiftly but silently made his way over. 

Adjusting his monocle and pointing the revolver up towards the ceiling, he reached and grabbed onto the doorknob. He twisted it and swung the door open. The lights were off, making it seem like no one was inside, but he knew they were in there.

Locking the door, Britain whipped around and switched on the lights. It lit up the whole basement.

The basement was huge, just enough space for a ten minute game of hide and seek. Smirking, the old man shot a bullet up through the ceiling. He tested to see if anybody would become startled and accidentally make a noise, however he didn't hear anyone.

"I know that you are all here! Come out and I will give you the mercy of killing you off quickly!"

A muffled cry alerted the British man. Snapping his body around toward the cry, he sprinted over to it. 

He ended up in front of the gate, which led to where you and UN were imprisoned. His eyes twitched and his blood boiled. It took him some time, but after unlocking the gate, he entered and saw the rest of his family attempting to break you and the still unconscious UN out of your cells. 

"I've got you now.~" 

The gate behind him was now locked.

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Germany frantically looked up and down at his rear view mirror as he was being chased by Soviet Union and the organizations. He did not want to get caught right now, not when he was so close to redeeming himself to his father. 

"Don't let him get away!" EU exclaimed. 

"I won't! I've got my eyes set on him!" NATO glared at the car in front of him.

"Where is he leading us to anyways?" ASEAN asked.

"Probably into a trap of some sort or to where he is holding (Y/N) and UN hostage." Soviet answered. "Just in case it is a trap, prepare yourselves."

NATO slammed his foot onto the accelerator and put his car into full speed. Germany saw that his enemies were gaining on him and pressed his gas pedal as well, speeding his car up. It was like a police chase scene ripped straight out of a movie. 

"We are heading towards Britain's place. Why would he go there?" NATO questioned his comrades. 

EU remembered the message left behind underneath the bridge. For some reason, he had a gut feeling Britain was somehow connected to the message. Suddenly, all of the dots were allied in his mind.

"Before UN went missing, we saw the message on the wall beneath the bridge: hidden, home, danger! (Y/N) and UN are hidden away at Britain's home and in danger!" 

The Soviet thought about it for a few moments, then nodded. "It makes sense. New Zealand is his son and Britain has a reason to kidnap both the human and UN. He is a kind gentleman though, why would he do such a thing?"

"Britain must have changed after the incident all those years ago with his mother." 

"I agree. Plus, Britain has been acting quite suspicious lately. Besides, we have not heard anything from his family. He must be silencing them and keeping them away from the public." ASEAN stated. "Although, there is a possibility that they are still mourning over their dead son."

"I kind of think so too, but at the same time I do not." NATO commented. "I have a feeling that we are close to finally solving this damn mystery."

"Look! He is passing by Britain's home!" EU pointed his finger to Germany's car. 

"Maybe we were wrong then." ASEAN said.

"No." Soviet stared at Britain's house up ahead. "Stop by the house. We can forget about chasing Germany and focus on Britain and France's family."

"But we are so close to catching him!" EU complained.

"We will get him later, I promise." 

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