The Safe Haven

Britain

Britain's hand never left mine as we walked back to the camp.
Britain's friend, who I learned his name is China, helped him escape.
I can't wrap my head around this. My family is coming back together. But- wait.
"W-what happened to the twins?" I looked into my mate's eyes as I asked my question.
He smiled weakly.
"They're okay. The scientists informed me that Kiwi and Snakie were raised together, like normal children. No harmful experiments were conducted on them. Don't worry."
Then another question popped into my head, "What did they do to you two?"
China shrugged, "They taught me many things, medical training, engineering, literature, I guess they either took pity on me or wanted to see the limits and how quickly we can learn. I left because I figured out how corrupted they were, then I found your mate trying to escape, so I helped him."
"What about you?" I asked Britain.
He looked away.
"I'd rather not talk about that, love." He said. Understandable.

I saw the house through the trees. Russia will more than likely be there with Meri.
We stepped through the line of trees that acted as walls from outsiders into the clearing the camp was held in. Everyone was inside their homes taking refuge from the light snow that was calmly drifting through the air like autumn leaves.
The men stood behind me as I opened the door and walked into the "lobby" where we would gather and eat when the weather got cold like this.
It's surprisingly empty, maybe Ukraine and Belarus were with my son, or put collecting things, who knows.

I opened the door to my son's door.

Britain's pov
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"Damn it. I hate this stuff."
"For one, watch your language, Stars. And for another, if you want to start dying again, then da, don't put it on." An unfamiliar voice said. France stood in the doorway frozen. I pushed the door open slightly more. The door made a loud groaning protest. Two men looked in my direction. The larger one stood up and moved protectively in front of the other.
"Who the hell arre you." A rough voice with a thick accent greeted me. France cleared her throat, "Russia, this is China and Britain. They escaped-"

"Dad?"

The man, that I learned to be Russia, stepped aside to reveal a striped boy with a body littered with scars. My eyes scan his arm that was in a splint and a new, large wound on his torso, before meeting his, now, different colored eyes.
An unknown pain leaped into my heart.
"Oh Meri, what did they do to you?" I whispered under my breath. I went over to my son and bent down to hug him. Russia put his hand on my shoulder to prevent me from doing so. I was going to back-hand him before I realized that America's wound was still exposed. I backed away so they could continue wrapping up his wounds.

He hissed as a green ointment was placed on his injuries. I heard the stared country cuss under his breath. Russia looked at him with eyes laced with concern.

Russia sighed, "If you want to talk, we can talk later, but not now."
"Why?" China snapped.
"Because I don't want to waste my energy at the moment. France, can you escort them to the guest house?" Russia groaned as he sat down next to my son and put a large, scared hand lightly on one of the wounded country's bandages. I saw America relax by his touch.

France placed her hand on my shoulder and turned me around and out the door.

Once in the house alone, China sits down with a grin.
"So, he's your son. I will admit you did a good job."
I growled at him, "Don't you think about it."
"Well, we do want to tear them apart inside out, right?"
I sighed.
"Right."

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