The Daughter/Son of UN [Countryhumans Fanfiction]

Chapter 14

Cameras were installed into your room the next day, and during the entirety of the day while British Empire's henchmen worked on that, you were taken outside with Britain to hang out for a little bit. Unfortunately, the country wasn't really happy with you. He couldn't believe you were just going to leave him behind with his mother alone! Plus, he was tired of your attempts to flee the facility that was clearly way up on a mountain and nowhere near civilization. He was only trying to protect you, but his childish and angry side got to him. He apologized for his actions, in which you simply responded by sticking your tongue out at him and practically spitting in his face. He didn't expect you to do that, but he moved on, passed that and sat beside you on the grass.

"They are taking quite a while. It has been days now, weeks even. I lost track of time." The country hugged his knees. "I am starting to lose hope that they will find us."

You crawled up his side, which caused Britain to flinch. You pulled his tophat off his round head and sat back down upon the green and healthy grass. You placed it over your head, but it covered up almost all of your body, only your small legs and feet stuck out. You giggled and stood up, circling Britain until he removed the hat off of you and put it on his lap. You frowned and tried taking it back, but he put his gloved hand on your forehead and kept you walking in place. You reached your hands out, making a grabby hands motion, but you were out of range of the accessory. You tried over and over to get past the country, but you failed continuously until you thought of an idea.

You gazed into Britain's eyes intensely, him returning the look. You suddenly dropped on your bottom and tears formed in your eyes, alarming the country. He rushed over to you and covered your mouth, repeatingly telling you to not cry. You snatched his hat and bit his finger, which made him pull away and almost scream in pain. You laughed as you toyed with your new hat and watched the country be in immense pain. You knew that he probably absolutely hated you now, but you didn't really care. You were a youngster and nobody would ever harm or discipline a poor, little, and innocent child, would they? You had the advantage here, and you were going to use it wisely.

British Empire picked you up and took the tophat away from you. She placed it onto her son's head and turned to you. You quickly put on your "about to cry" facial expression.

"See, Britain? They're about to cry!" She ruffled your hair. "Did he do something horrible, honey?"

You looked at Britain and buried your face into his mother's chest. The woman took that as a yes and grabbed her son by his cheek. 

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" 

"That is quite enough, young man! I sentence you to cleaning duty." British Empire said. 

Now that Britain was gone, you were all alone with the evil and murderous woman herself. You were brought into a small living room with a playpen inside. There were toys for you within the fences of the gated area. She put you down onto the carpet and sat on the couch, crossing her legs and switching on the television. She put on some sort of show with humans standing behind podiums and a lady up high on a chair sitting behind a huge desk. She wore black and white robe or dress of some sort and held a gavel. You watched the show and got into it. British Empire noticed this and smiled but quickly turned her attention back to it. 

You looked away and realized that the television was distracting you from your thoughts. You had to devise a new plan to escape, and now that British Empire was no longer keeping an eye on you and was distracted with the show on the television, you had to leave now while you still had the chance. You glanced around the room and crawled in your small space. You tested out the fence and gate keeping you from running away. This was going to be a difficult one, but you knew that you could get through this. There had to be a way, it's like they always say, if there's a will there's a way. 

The door was locked and the doorknob was up above your reach, the fence you could easily go over since it wasn't too tall, and there was a chair next to the door. You had some issues in your way, but you shrugged them off. You looked at British Empire as you climbed over the fence and landed on the other side. From there you sneaked your way over to the chair and carefully pushed it to the door, making sure you weren't making a sound. Once the chair was close enough to the doorknob, you climbed up it and quietly turned it, glancing back at British Empire every couple of seconds. It creaked open, but somehow it did not alert the woman. You climbed down and crawled out of the room and into the hallway. 

You peeked around corners and hid yourself from any enemies including Britain. You haven't seen the old man yet, but you still kept your eye out for him as you made your way to the exit. You soon arrived and crawled up to the door, placing your hand on it and attempting to push it, however it was rather hard too. You didn't have the strength to push it open, but you still continued to try anyway. Finally, it unlocked and you crawled out of the building. However, two men stood before you with their hands on their hips and glared down at you. You looked up with a "are you serious" look.

"Trying to leave again, are you?"

North Korea and Great Britain.

Motherfu—