Netherlands' POV:
I was sure it was those two who got into my stuff. But I can't tell them what that stuff is. I just wanted to unwind a little and relax while I can. But I guess not even I can have that, can I?
I looked down at the boys, New Zealand looking completely guilty. Australia held the toy sheep I ripped.
"What are you doing with that?" I asked Australia. Trying to change the subject to avoid explaining what weed was.
"Kiwi wanted me to fix it," He replied. I looked back at New Zealand. I noticed he was shaking a little, like he had been caught in the act.
"And how are you planning on doing that?" I questioned.
"I was just working that out," Australia explained.
"Give it here. I will fix it," I said as I tried to grab it off him.
"No, I can fix it," Australia insisted.
"I have a sewing kit in the kitchen you can use," I said.
"In the kitchen?" New Zealand mumbled.
"Yes, in the kitchen, on the bench in the blue cookie tin," I confirmed.
"Oh, okay," New Zealand said uncomfortably. He seemed to be looking at something under the bed. It seemed suspicious and I noticed Australia taking a subtle defensive stance in front of New Zealand. He did this a lot.
"Why don't I show you two where it is?" I offered.
"Okay," Australia nodded, grabbing a hold of New Zealand's hand and carefully leading him past me. I thought about seeing what they were hiding, but as I looked at the two boys and nervous the two of them looked, I felt bad for them.
I know they didn't have a very good life and some of it was my fault. As much as I didn't like the feeling, I kind of wanted to know that they were safe. But that wasn't true. Even from a disciplinary perspective, I was a little bit brutal.
Why do I keep having this feeling to change?
I followed the boys to the kitchen where New Zealand grabbed the cookie tin containing the sewing items. The boys sat at the table and Australia placed the toy sheep on the table. I pulled out a chair and sat down opposite them.
I watched as Australia attempted to thread the needle. I offered to help, but he kept insisting that he could do it on his own. He eventually did it and I smiled when I saw how proud he was.
They didn't need my help at all, Australia seemed to know how to sew well enough, as well as knotting and finishing the stitch.
When he had finished, he proudly handed the toy sheep to New Zealand and New Zealand seemed so happy he ran off to the lounge to play. Before I let Australia join him, I asked him a question.
"Where did you learn to sew?" I asked. Australia looked a little embarrassed.
"I used to watch France sew from the top of the stairs as she would sit in the lounge," He explained.
"Are you and France close?"
"No, I don't want to be anyway." He sighed.
"I would have thought you two would have been closer," I joked.
"How do you know her?" He asked.
"There is no guy in Europe she doesn't know, let alone the fact a lot of us know her... inside out," I chuckled.
France's POV:
I awoke from a weird dream, I was barely able to recall it and I was uneasy when I thought about going back to sleep. I decided to get out of bed and get something to drink. A small glass of wine should do it.
As I navigated myself to the kitchen in the dark, I managed to find the light switch and then it was just a matter of time before I found the bottle of wine sitting on the shelf. I picked it up and tried to find a wine glass but decided to settle on a plastic cup that was closer to me.
I poured the wine into my cup and took a sip. It didn't taste as good as it did in a glass, but at this time of night, wine is wine. As I was halfway through the cup, I decided to check on Canada.
I opened the door to his room just a crack and could see the darkness but I couldn't hear his soft breathing. It was that, or I was already drunk on half a glass of wine. To make sure, I opened the door the rest of the way.
But before I could see if the bed was empty or not, I heard loud knocking on the front door. It freaked me out quite a bit, but I went to answer it anyway. I placed my cup of wine on the table and opened the door.
I didn't get time to register what was going on, but I could feel at least two people push past me and I almost fell over. I turned around to see what was going on and then I saw Canada and some other boy placing something on the couch.
"Canada?!" I shouted.
"Mom, I can explain later, but Dolphin is hurt!" He said frantically.
"Dolphin? Like the animal," I questioned. Canada didn't respond, he just grabbed the first aid kit and rushed over to the couch where this other boy was. I walked up to the couch to see the body of a little girl. I could make out the dark stains on her clothes and similar ones on the boy.
This young girl had been badly hurt, so I quickly ran into the kitchen and grabbed a teatowel. When I ran back, Canada was looking through the first aid kit while the other boy was holding her hand.
I approached the girl and carefully cleaned away the blood from her neck. The cut didn't look deep, but it did look nasty.
"She is bleeding on the back too," The boy informed me. I nodded and carefully moved her onto her side. Because of the shirt she was wearing, I couldn't see the cuts properly. I noticed a small pair of scissors on the ground next to Canada, I picked them up and began to cut the back of her shirt.
I was able to see two really deep wounds in her shoulder. I cleaned away the blood from that too. I didn't have anything to really fix the wounds, but Canada ended up using a lot of bandaids to cover up the cuts.
As soon as I was sure the girl was in stable condition, I let out a sigh and looked at Canada angrily.
"Okay, I'll tell you what happened," He said. Before he could explain, I walked over to the table where my cup of wine sat, picked it up and took a big sip.
"Now, you will tell me," I said.