Canada's POV:
"Hey, sorry to do this to you, we didn't really have a better plan," Malaysia shrugged as he stood in front of me, looking very guilty.
I looked from my seat to see a few others in the room watching me. I felt awkward and confused.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"Let me explain, you probably don't know us very well, but we are all children of UK," Malaysia explained.
"Dad has more kids? I have more siblings?" I was a little shocked.
"Correct, you are technically our big brother, well except for Phil and Indo, they helped us kidnap you," Fiji butted in.
"You guys are too young to drive a car, how did we not crash?" I said with nervous laughter in my voice.
"Kuya Del kidnapped you," Philippines smiled, pointing to someone in the corner.
"Sup," He nodded to me. I nodded back awkwardly.
"So, where am I and who is everyone?" I asked. There were a lot of unfamiliar faces.
"You are in my lounge," Phil answered.
"I'm Tuvalu! I too was kidnapped," The littlest girl smiled. She seemed so innocent. I was hard to think she was also a child of UK.
"I am Vanuatu," Said the boy standing behind Tuvalu.
"What is it like living with UK?" Tuvalu asked.
"Um, it's not the best," I answered awkwardly.
It didn't take too long for all of my supposed siblings to bombard me with questions as if I was a celebrity or something. It was kind of nice to get some attention, but I got a lot of it and was not used to it. Tuvalu was very sweet in the way she asked and offered things. At one point, she handed me a flower necklace.
After a while of answering questions, I was getting tired and several questions I had were still unanswered.
"So why are we here?" I yawned.
"Oh, UK is planning on abducting his colonies and using them for a war. Most of us are too young to fight though, but he doesn't care about that," Fiji explained.
"A war? Why is UK trying to send us to war?"
"He was initially planning on sending Australia and New Zealand as they were apparently expendable," Malaysia added.
"Ha! For once I'm not the expendable son!" I exclaimed. Possibly at the wrong time. The others looked at me unhappily.
"Sorry," I muttered.
"Anyway, because you four were taken away from him, he attempted to get his other colonies to fight instead," Malaysia continued.
"Wait, but what about me? If he wants you guys, why did you guys take me?" I asked.
"You and America are his most valuable asset to him, he would want to get his hands on you guys first," Fiji pointed out.
Not going to lie. Aside from Ukraine, I have barely been told that I was valuable. I was so used to just being forgotten, but their grave news made me feel validated.
New Zealand's POV:
I sat in my room quietly while I watched Aussie set up racing tracks for the large number of race cars he had bought. I looked down at the cigarette burn on my leg. It still hurt like hell, but I couldn't let Australia know.
I found the box of pigments under my bed and went to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet seat and opened the box. I scratched at the blue pigment and rubbed it on my fingers to make sure it was the right shade. When I got enough on my fingers, I held my breath and rubbed the pigment over the cigarette burn. It was painful to do, but the pigment hid the mark very well.
As I sat there with the pigment all over my fingers, I looked down at my wrist. That very obvious scar from that dreadful knife. It made me sad to look at. It reminded me that whatever house I was living in, I would never be happy. I wish I could just forget about it.
I looked back at the pigment on my fingers and then rubbed it onto the scar. It disappeared. I felt better when I couldn't see it. It was like that event never happened.
I closed the box and walked over to the sink to wash the leftover pigment off. I dried my hands and walked over to the door. When I opened it, I saw Netherlands standing in my way.
"What were you doing in there?" He asked. I ignored him and tried to get past him, but he wouldn't let me through.
He walked inside and closed the door behind him and locked it. I suddenly felt unsafe, but I knew if I called for help I could get Aussie in danger too. Netherlands looked down at my hands, which were holding the box. He looked pleased and took the box from my hands.
"See, you can follow instructions. Anyway, things are going to be a little different, okay? You will set a good example to your brother by speaking English and making sure he is having a good time. Along with the other rules, if you break this, you know the punishment," Netherlands explained harshly.
I nodded nervously.
"Good, now, go play with your brother," He commanded, stepping out of my way. I unlocked the door and left quickly. I ran back to the bedroom where Australia had finished setting up the tracks. He looked at me for a second.
"Are you okay? You look pale," He commented. Well, duh, that's what fear does to people. I wish I could say that out loud.
"So, are you going to play with me or..." Aussie asked, picking up a black and silver racecar.
"Okay," I nodded and sat down next to him. He handed me the black and sliver car while he grabbed a blue and white striped car. We spent the next few hours racing each other and keeping scores. I knew Aussie was cheating, but he was having fun and so was I.