[ON HIATUS] The Orphanage of the Unfortunate and Unwanted (Countryhumans AU)

Chapter V - Monkeys Underwater Drowning in Hate

Author's Note:

I'm so sorry, everyone who bothered to read this. Somehow, Chapter 3 came before Chapter 2, I don't know what happened or why it was like that, but sorry for the inconvenience!

Your 1-brain-celled author,

Author S.s.

America's POV:

By the looks of it, I was stuck with a random girl named Vanuatu.

My poor foolish self had decided to follow her, who I later found out was 9 years old. Sheesh, she was older than she looked. I felt like that almost everyone wad older than me; I have seen kids that might be somewhere around my age, but all the people that I have talked to so far would tower over me, and were absolutely smarter than me, whether I believed it or not.

"Um, so... when will I get to go back to my friends?" I asked, sitting beside the islander girl.

She looked at me from the side with a big smile on her face, and replied, "When I have had enough with you."

I shivered, thinking about all the negative possibilities of what she could do to me. Was I doomed to die?

No, dumb America. This is an orphanage with plentiful of food, (although, I have not had any yet) we have barely anything to fight over.

I slouched a little, awkward silence dancing around us. Vanuatu fidgeted, wringing her hands together.

"So, would you like to meet my friends?" her voice finally broke the long episode of quiet.

I accepted her request and followed her to a fairly spacious room. It turned out that she was part of the 'Oceania' continent, just like Australia, but belonged to the 'South Pacific Island Nations'.

When I first arrived there, the room was full of people laughing, arguing, chatting... the list went on and on. But, once they noticed my presence, the talking immediately stopped. Everyone eyed me with unsure expressions.

"Who is this?" a boy with a light blue flag asked. In the top left (from my perspective) corner was the union jack, just like Australia's, and on the right was a shield with a lion in the upper part, and a red cross below it. He glanced at me uneasily, but quickly dropped his gaze

"This is the United States of America," Vanuatu said. "He is six years old, and is harmless. Treat him with respect and be a friend to him."

"But how will we know that he won't try to rule over us?" another country asked. Her flag was mainly red, with a dark blue rectangle in the top left corner, which had the southern cross centred in it.

"Samoa, I am sure that he won't even twitch a finger to hurt you," Vanuatu reassured.

Everyone was starting to settle down a little, when a girl with a mostly dark blue flag asked, "Vanuatu, if he is the United States of America, then aren't I a part of him? My name literally has the word 'American' in it."

Her explanation sounded awfully weird. She didn't look that much younger than me, and I own her? I'm not even related to her, as far as I knew.

"American Samoa, shut up. He has nothing to do with you, and-"

"But Vanuatu, look on the map! See?" American Samoa jabbed her finger on yet another map of the world. Within a cluster of dots with names was a little island with the words 'American Samoa' written beside it. In brackets, there were three capitalised letters: (USA)

There were a few gasps that escaped from people's mouths, while others stared blankly and/or in shock. One country nearly fainted.

"From this evidence," the island territory stated, "I am owned by him."