Repairing Our Relationship

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Netherlands POV

I never would've thought they'd get UN.

UN, of all people.

And North Korea is the cherry on top...

We all were in the big room again, just in our own little groups until the two were thrown in. Oman covered his mouth and tears quickly rolled down his cheeks. "Th-They got UN..." He murmered softly.

I grunted and crawled over to North. He looked up at me. "Ne..?" (Neth..?) His voice was weak and quiet.

I gently pulled him up and hugged him tightly. "Why you..? You of all countries don't deserve this..."

North choked out a sob and weakly clung to me. "I want China..." He whispered.

Belgium came over and softly shook UN. The organisation groaned and his wings twitched. "UN? Are you alright?" Belgium asked.

UN slowly sat up with some help from my brother. He looked around. "Where are we..?"

"A terrifying nightmare come to life, and you just hopped onto this cursed train." Palestine came forward. She glanced at UN and North. "You're both wearing bandages..."

"..One of the bastards g-gave me them to treat the wound..." UN put his hand on his head. "Agh... I'm not sure if it's on right..."

Palestine went to him and fixed the bandages, securing them once she was finished. "There..." She began to check North as well.

I looked at Soviet and Russia, who were huddled in a corner. They were staring at the scene in front of them. "Moge de Heer ons redden... (May the Lord save us...)" I murmered.

Belgium glanced at me before helping UN back to where we were sitting. I let Palestine finish with North and did the same. "How you feeling?" Belgium asked UN.

"Not so good... Shocked about everything... Scared..." UN hugged himself and looked at everyone in the room.

"A later thing you'll feel is unbearable pain, and knowing these guys it won't be long." East Timor said.

UN tensed up. "East, that doesn't help.." Pakistan muttered.

"Too be fair, what's the point in sugar-coating it? Might as well tell them everything since either way they'll experience it." Russia sighed.

"..Netherlands..how's North holding up..?" Soviet asked. I could hardly hear him.

I glanced down at the Korean. His eye was closed and he was still holding onto me. I wasn't sure if he was sleeping or not. "Uhm...I'm not sure... Pale, you checked him.." I looked at Palestine.

Palestine walked over to Soviet and murmered some stuff to him. Soviet shakingly sighed and shook his head. I looked back at North, who opened his eye a tiny bit. "How you holdin' up, North?" I whispered.

He grunted. I sighed and adjusted my hold of him, making sure he was comfortable. Belgium set a hand on my shoulder and we looked at each other. UN was silent with a blank look on his face; probably thinking.

I heard the door unlock. Everyone turned to it with terrified expressions. UN's face was blank while North was too weak to react at all.

Middle stepped in. He looked at all of us before beginning to approach Finland. Finland scrambled to get away from him, hiding behind Botswana. Middle laughed. "Fine, fine. You'll have your turn next time."

Finland's breathing hitched and he clutched onto Botswana's shoulders, the other turning and hugging him. "I'm really here for you, UN." I could hear the smirk in Middle's voice when he turned to the organisation.