Random Countyhumans relationships and friendships

Knowledge Kills [🇲🇻, 🇱🇰]

Her short hair was tied into a long ponytail, a single strand of wavy red hair in front of her bandage that covered the skin-deep cut on her forehead. Her black turtleneck sweater, with a beige overcoat with large black buttons that shone in the moonlight, paired with a brown skirt that ended barely above her knees, brown boots that helped her walk in the rain, she looked less like a child and more of a teenager.

There was nothing more she hated than going to the United Kingdom to stay with her father, as her siblings believed that she was too young to control her country. Of course, she was — she had just become 29, which is around 10 years old as countries aged slower than humans — but she was more mature than them. She spoke like an adult, a mentor, a professional, a sports player, anything which was appropriate for the situation she was in. Everyone just believed her still a child, and thus she acted a child, a child who didn't know any better.

She considered it a tactical advantage that nobody knew that she wasn't an innocent, dumb, happy-go-lucky child, as she could use it against them when she had to. Especially for to succeed with her plan, despite the discouragement that she had often presented herself with. Of course, Sri Lanka was afraid that something might go wrong, which would lead to her father never being able to trust her or Sri Lanka ever again, but she didn't mind. After all, to her, it was only a small price to pay.

Shinjuku's Kabuchiko Ichiban-gai street, one of the most famous streets in all of Tokyo, what wasn't to love about it? At midnight, it was a marvelous sight, the billboards glowed in bright blues, purples and pinks, along with the shiny glass of the western-style party hall. Most Japanese people would say that that party hall was the most underrated building in that entire street, as it wasn't exactly themed on cyberpunk as it was on vintage.

One of the best sights you would see would be the 13th floor. It overlooked the entire road through its grand glass wall, it was so transparent that it seemed as though there was no wall, and it was so high above the ground that it seemed as though you could touch the stars. There was a constant cool air that came from the room's almost-invisible ventilation system, reinforcing the feeling that you were in open air. The shiny surface of the terrible cold glass wall was the only thing that indicated its existence.

To a normal viewer, it was a marvelous, grandeur and spectacular sight, but to Maldives, it was nothing impressive. It was Tokyo, after all, it was well-known for such marvelous sights. She enjoyed the 12th floor better, a cyberpunk bar. She especially enjoyed the artificial intelligent staff, who didn't add any unnecessary pressure for a conversation as most other robots did. They simply asked for an order, and they'd make it. No "thank you"s or "you're welcome"s.

Sri Lanka stared at the glass window in disbelief, it was more marvelous than words to describe, as the beautiful shine of the glass highlighted the beauty of the stars that shone in the night sky. He'd never seen such a sight. Maldives rolled her eyes, "Done sight-seeing? Do you even remember why we're here?", her voice had a tone of impatience, which made him feel strangely nervous.

He hesitated to respond, but blankly blurted out, "I think we're making a mistake." Maldives was reasonably confused, it was the first time she was being presented with a hurdle that started with that line. Sri Lanka elaborated, "I mean, father isn't rude to you, he's changed! I- I mean...", he paused, he thought of a proper way to word his sentence, but she quickly interrupted before he could start again, "Listen, Sri, that man is a psycho. Do you not remember when he broke the only thing that you had remaining of your father, his beautiful glass vase?"

"Aren't you angry?"

Yes, he most definitely was. Sri Lanka remembered that day perfectly, United Kingdom stormed into the living room, furious, as Sri Lanka had just finished his drawing. He was around 12 and had only recently learnt to draw, therefore his drawings were bound to not be a masterpiece. The problem didn't lie in the drawing, the problem lied in the fact that United Kingdom thought that Sri Lanka would be practicing the alphabet, as he was very weak in English. 

When the boy showed him the drawing, United Kingdom was absolutely outraged. He took the one thing that mattered most to Sri Lanka, and in a fraction of a second, it shattered into a thousand pieces, some minute and others bigger. Sri Lanka's head started to bleed, and it took India, Pakistan and a soldier to calm United Kingdom down.

India fought with their father in the next room, while Pakistan tried to help Sri Lanka with his injuries. He fortunately survived, but he never recovered since that day. The scar had faded, but his hatred never died out.

"What's the plan?", Sri Lanka's tone completely changed, from timid and nervous to serious and furious. Maldives smiled, "Now, that's the spirit," she gleefully told him, "We need to measure the size of the glass wall to create a sheet to cover it." Sri Lanka stared blankly at the glass wall to the right of the elevator, "You mean the one that overlooks the road?" Maldives nodded, "You see that road? From there, people can see everything that's going on inside."

Sri Lanka disliked Maldives' mysterious and vague language, as he didn't want to keep asking for clarity. He sighed heavily, "Maldives, can you just tell me the plan?", he groaned, "I can't put up with vague terms." She seemed disappointed, "You really don't get it?", she sighed, "We're going to make this a one-way window," she blankly told him, unimpressed. 

Sri Lanka seemed surprised, but only for a moment. "The size is around 16 feet high and 32 feet long. The measurements weren't listed, but I figured we'd use this." Maldives felt more relaxed, "I'm glad at least one person knows me well." He frowned, "Don't get too comfortable, we still have lots to do. Where are we gonna get 16*32 feet long aluminum without raising suspicion?"

Maldives felt dumbfounded at Sri Lanka's question, as she glanced at him, surprised by his supposed stupidity. It took him a moment to realise what Maldives was implying? "Wait, do you mean...", he hesitantly asked, "Yes, I do," Maldives, disappointed, replied exhaustedly. "Are you out of your mind!? How are we gonna tell him?", he asked her, "Oh, hey India. Maldives is forging evidence to prove to the world that United Kingdom needs to be sent to a mental asylum to learn to control his anger, and we were hoping if you could help us get 16*32 feet long aluminum!", he said jokingly, to try and create an impression of how awkward it would be.

"I already told him," the girl said casually, causing great shock for Sri Lanka, "What!? Why!?", he managed to yell out, as his jaw dropped. "Well, he deserves to know, doesn't he? Besides, he'll find out eventually. Also, he's willing to help us."

"Are you sure this plan will even work?"

"Of course it will. It's the final piece of evidence we'll need."