The Daughter/Son of UN [Countryhumans Fanfiction]

Chapter 23

WARNING:

Child abuse.

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"(Y/N), my precious little son/daughter, has been kidnapped, and one of you, if not some of you in this goddamn room stole them!" UN angrily shouted into the microphone. "One of you better confess now, or there will be severe consequences!"

EU approached his friend and gently grabbed his shoulders, turning and walking off to a nearby seat. 

NATO took UN's place.

"This situation has occurred once before, and I ask that all of you keep an eye out for any suspicious behavior from your peers." He explained. "You are all dismissed."

Germany rushed down the steps beside his seat and went up another set of steps to the organizations. He pushed up his glasses and stopped in his tracks in front of NATO. 

"I examined the blood left on the floor and it seems to belong to (Y/N). From what I can speculate, the kidnapper was attempting to kill them with a sharp and pointy object. However, (Y/N) must have dodged the attack and screamed, which alerted UN and caused the kidnapper to instead move on to their second plan and take them." Germany explained. "By now, (Y/N) can be either dead or alive. It depends on what the kidnapper decided to do with them."

"We must hurry and find them quickly then. Not much time remains before UN's child is murdered." ASEAN said, tucking his phone into his tuxedo.

"Besides looking out for suspicious behavior, what else can me, my father, and grandfather do?" Germany asked.

"Nothing else can be done but that. We will call you if there are any more concerns regarding evidence to be examined closely." EU said.

"Yessir! Farewell!" The country ran off and disappeared through the doors, Third Reich and German Empire following after him with concerned faces. 

They too were worried.

UN grasped the sides of his head harshly as he panicked. History has repeated itself again. He overheard every word they spoke about in their conversation, which only made him feel even more worried. The images of that day when British Empire kidnapped you replayed in his mind over and over. Her laughter, her remarks, and her evil and wicked voice...he couldn't get it out of his head.

"Everything is going to be alright, UN." ASEAN sat down beside him and rubbed his back. "We will find (Y/N) and return them safely back to you."

"Yes, we promise." EU took his hand. "The kidnapper probably has them locked up somewhere. (Y/N) must—no, I guarantee that they are still alive and well."

UN sighed, his breath shaky. "Okay…" He slowly stared back down at his lap as he hugged his knees. 

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I stepped inside the dark room, switching on the lights and quietly shutting the door behind me. I quivered in fear as I took slow steps further into the room, looking from side to side at the different items scattered throughout the space. 

"I-I'm back, father."

He forced me into this, he made me lie to them after the world meeting yesterday.

"Are you in here, f-father?"

I have to tell them about where (Y/N)'s location is. I can't keep this a secret, I just can't! I am not a liar!

"In the next room!" My father yelled. His voice was muffled due to the door across the room being locked.

I entered the room and closed the door, carrying the tray in my free hand. I approached him and took a deep breath in through my mouth. 

"Where should I set it?" I questioned.

He pointed to a separate table behind him. "There."

I nodded and placed it onto the surface of the metal table. Looking across the room, I could see the small cage (Y/N) was being held captive in. They have been crying for a while, but ever since my father shut them up, they have been silent. I felt extremely horrible for them.

What a poor innocent soul, trapped here and imprisoned, tortured for an absolute ridiculous reason. I wish I could do something, but I would get punished if I even went near them.

"Would you like anything else?" 

"No." He simply said. "Now leave. I have important business to deal with."

"Yes, father." I turned and headed towards the exit. I opened the door, but when father wasn't looking, I hid behind something and locked it, pretending like I had left. 

I could sense him turn his head to take a glance back to check if I was gone. He waited a couple seconds before starting with his work. 

His footsteps echoed through the room as he went up to (Y/N)'s cage. He unlocked the small door and within moments (Y/N) began to cry and kick at him. They were yanked out of the cage by their hair and thrown onto the floor. I covered my mouth as my eyes widened, my back pressed firmly against the wall.

"Your father is not here to save you this time." My father chuckled evilly. "Killing you will end not only my suffering, but his too." 

His? Who else is suffering?

Actually, I didn't know my father was "suffering" at all. 

Suddenly, I heard running footsteps coming my way. I panicked and frantically looked around the room for another hiding spot. 

However, the footsteps stopped and a big THUD followed right after.

"You aren't going anywhere, you brat!" 

No.

No.

No.

No!

"Father, stop!" 

I got up and rushed out from my hiding spot.

My father scowled as he glared at me. "What are you doing here!?"

"Harming a child is not okay! Especially one who has done nothing to you!" I grabbed a knife from a table beside me. 

"Get away from them, Great Britain!"