New Zealand's POV:
You know what! F#CK THIS!! F#CK NETHERLANDS!! F#CK UK!! F#CK FRANCE!! My life sucks! Why me? I don't like him!
"Hey, your old house is neat," Aussie commented as we walked in through the door. Aussie seemed to have ignored the awful smell of smoke that filled the house. This must have been what the others felt when I first arrived. Aussie does not understand what Netherlands was capable of.
Netherlands leads us up to my old bedroom. It was the same. He put our bags down on the bed and told us to 'make ourselves comfortable' and then left. He isn't even trying to be an excellent father!
The room was neat with a single bed in the corner. A single bed. I know there is another room that would be suitable for another bedroom, but Netherlands always got angry at me whenever I went near it.
"One bed? I guess we can make this work," Australia said, rather optimistically might I add. He seemed to be the only one okay with this. It frustrated me.
I walked over to the bed and sat down, looking through my bag for my things.
"Kiwi? Is something wrong?" Aussie asked, sitting down next to me.
"No, everything is fine," I lied as I pulled out a small jumper and put it on. The house wasn't cold. Covering up my arms around Netherlands was a force of habit. I didn't like it here.
We set up our stuff, placing, well more like shoving our clothes into the small chest of draws that looked abandoned and falling apart. The top draw broke as we opened it, but the other draws held up well enough.
I checked the window to make sure it was still unlocked. I felt a sense of dread wash over me when the window wouldn't open.
"Ha, you thought I would leave your little escape hatch open, your little friends won't help you escape either," Netherlands laughed as he stood at the door of our bedroom.
"They won't want to come anyway, they aren't even looking for me," I muttered.
"Then why check the window?" He questioned.
"Because I hate you," I answered.
"Sorry, what was that? Did you want to repeat that again?" The familiar cruel smile crept upon his face.
"No," I mumbled.
"No, what?" Netherlands smugged.
"No, Dad," I muttered, feeling defeated. With that kind of satisfaction, he left, probably to smoke again.
"Wow," Australia added when Netherlands was out of hearing range. I ignored Aussie, I wasn't in the mood for optimism. I checked the window again, but they had nailed it down. I hate to admit it, but... I think living with UK was more pleasant than staying here.
"Hey, boys! Get down here!" I heard the terrifying yell of Netherlands echo around the house. I looked over at Aussie who seemed shocked, but not as scared as he should be.
Aussie and I left the room. I felt obligated to protect Aussie, so I went down first. I saw Netherlands waiting in the kitchen for us. Heh, just to think, that was the same room they signed me away. I remember the days leading up to that day. Netherlands took it upon himself to teach me how to cover the burn marks with pigment so you couldn't see them.
I really didn't want to stay here.
Fiji's POV:
I don't know what happened. It was all so quick. Now. Now it was just UK and me, standing alone in the car park. It was quiet, and the bruise was forming around UK's eye. If I was in a safe position, I would have said, 'that's what you get!'. But I wasn't. I was alone with him.
I could see the anger bubble beneath his skin. I stood frozen, knowing that if I made a move of any kind, I could set his anger on me. He turned around slowly to face. I could see how big the bruise on his face was getting. I backed away slowly.
"Get in the car," He said darkly. I darted my eyes around hoping for someone to save me, but no one was there. No one would stand up for me.
I lowered my head and walked towards the car. I opened the back door and sat down. UK slammed the door closed and got in the front seat. He locked the doors before driving off. With every second that passed in that car, I could feel my anxiety double.
I watched the world roll past me out the window. UK didn't speak. I didn't want him to. But fear washed over me when I realised where we were going. We were heading straight for Malay's house.
I wasn't completely sure on what he was planning to do, but I knew for sure it would not end well. When we pulled up to Mal's house, UK unlocked the door and let me out of the car. I felt nervous.
"You know what you need to do," He whispered in my ear. It had been a while, but unfortunately, I still knew what would happen. I couldn't escape from this either.
I walked up to the front door and knocked. I waited a few seconds, hoping that Mal wouldn't open the door. The door opened, and it wasn't Mal. It was one of his friends. Phil, I think his name was.
"Heeey, is Malay here?" I asked nervously shaking.
"Umm, yeah... are you okay?" Phil asked. I nodded.
"I'll go get him," He closed the door and went inside. Two minutes passed before Phil answered the door again.
"He told you to come inside," Phil instructed. Thank god, he knew what was going on. I walked inside.
Phil led me to the living room where Malay and his other friend were sitting. I was still shaking, knowing that I was not out of the woods yet.
"Where is he?" Mal asked.
"Outside, he is waiting by the front door," I answered in a shaken voice.
"Why is he back? What happened? Did he hurt you again?" Mal seemed to be a little more frantic than before.
"He hasn't hurt me yet, but he... uh... lost custody of the others," I mumbled.
"What!? How did that happen!? I made sure they were safe at Maori's house!" Mal shouted.
"Well," I sighed awkwardly.
"What did you do?!"
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Apologies if the formatting is bad. There was a blackout and I have had to do this on my phone.