Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Misconception

Surprise! This one is close to 15,000 words so happy reading lmao.

Britain's POV

"Okay. Call me if you find anything else."

I hung up the phone, turning to the book of contacts I had sat beside me. The list was getting shorter and there was still no sign of where America could have run off to.

My son should know it is way too dangerous for him to be gone for this long. I knew he didn't like it but it was a matter of keeping him safe. The last time this was known publically, it wasn't handled well at all. Unfortunately, I was included in that as well.

Frustrated, I sighed and took off my monocle, rubbing my eyes. America could have gone to Russia's per Australia's suggestion, but they appeared to have been in a little spat, so that's uncertain. Wouldn't have mattered much, I don't have their house number or any other line to them. New Zealand does, however, and has been trying to call since we have. I would have to show up in person, but doing that would alert them that something was wrong.

Something was, but I couldn't let others know that.

A small rap at the office door behind me called my attention. I turned to look who it was and saw France standing there. She held her phone in her hand and as she walked toward me I hoped she would hand it to me and on the phone would be Canada, or America, or someone who was with them. Instead, she put it in her pocket and I knew she hadn't found anything.

"There was no answer, mon amour (my love)," she said in a lower tone, choosing to look at the hardwood floor instead of me. I nodded and turned back to my list of contacts.

"Did NATO answer?"

"No."

"What about Germany, or Poland?"

"They didn't know where he could be either."

"How about Netherlands? Mexico?"

"No one knows anything."

"Perhaps we should try EU or UN. They may be able to give us a number or help," I suggested, flipping through the pages and trying to find their numbers.

"What would we tell them? If UN knows we can't keep America safe, he said he'll have to do it himself."

I stopped on the page where I had written UN's direct number on. They had suggested without malice, we were both aware, but they told us that he would have to make sure America was secured and wouldn't hurt himself or anyone else. Which would mean locking him up in what was described as a padded cell. If he had problems with just staying at home, he would have more of them being in containment.

As bad as that sounded, with how his episodes have been getting it may have to be the option they may have to put on the table. But they would have to have America's permission for it, Britain had insisted on it. When they find him, depending on how they do, they will have to inform him of this option.

"We have to be prepared to do what we must to keep them safe," I said, picking up the phone and starting to dial UN's number. "If this is a glance into what Canada will start to experience as well, what we do now may decide what happens to both of them."

"Dad! Mom!"

I paused, looking back towards the open office door, and saw New Zealand running in. He caught himself on the door frame, abruptly stopping and trying to catch his breath.

I nearly slammed the phone back onto the receiver and asked, "what is it? Do you know where they went?"

"Actually, Belarus is at the door. She said Kaz didn't come back home yesterday, either. And she can't get ahold of him."