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

Chapter VI: Escape Plan 2.0

America's POV:

Russia stared at me with a blank expression, making himself look lifeless.

"Russia? Hello, Earth to Russia!" I waved a hand at his face, causing it to scrunch up.

"What, America?" he said mockingly.

He could've at least tried to be polite.
I pouted a little before asking, "Where is your apology?"

Russia stared at me for a moment, as if he was trying to taunt me by glaring and forcing me to wait.

"Um, I'm sorry and... yeah. Bye." With that, Russia shut his book and ran off.

"W-wait, Russia!" I heard Vanuatu cry. But I knew they would be of no use. "Come back, please!"

Despite Vanuatu's pleas, Russia just ran off without looking back, muttering, "Why would that islander girl care anyway?".

I suppose that I would say that it didn't bother me too much, but I would admit that I was slightly annoyed. His apology was improper and absolutely impolite, so why should he just be able to run like that with no blame?

I turned to Vanuatu and asked, "Are we gonna do anything about him?"

"I guess we won't do anything now, but we can always do something later," she replied. "Besides, Russia is a bit shy, which you probably haven't considered. He won't harm you for a while."

In pure honesty, her words were hard to believe, but I let that go. I had more important things on my mind, and they were my main focus.

After a few more minutes, we were ushered inside since the weather forecast said that it would rain in about 20 minutes when the time would be five o'clock. I felt disappointed; I could no longer mingle with other kids.

Or, so I thought.

"Okay, Country-Humans," it was that frail lady from earlier who threatened to whip me. "Today, we will be nice to you. You are allowed to hang out with anyone you want."

"But," she added upon seeing a kid raise her hand, "You are not allowed with the normal children."

The girl's posture sagged, and her hand dropped when she heard the last sentence, but she didn't object.

"Now, play on," she waved a hand at us as if she was casting a spell before exiting the large room.

But, contrary to my initial willingness, I wanted to do something else, but I needed to figure out what. Maybe I could ask an older person.

"Poland!" I shouted. "I need you!"

I heard a few groans of annoyance before my friend came over to me.

Once he was standing before me, I asked, "What do you think I am thinking?"

Poland looked at me perplexedly, frozen in his spot.

"Um... capitalism?" he guessed, put on the spot.

I raised an eyebrow. "What's capitalism?"

The other country frowned at me. "Do you know communism?"

"No."

"Then don't ask." I was not satisfied with that answer. I wanted to know, so why wouldn't he tell me?

"Well, anyway..." I trailed off for a moment. "I feel like I want to do something, but I don't know what."

"Do you not understand that we are not magical fairies?" Poland flung his arms as if in defeat. "Whether everybody believes it or not, I think you have a sense of logic. But, you've got to put it to good use, so do that. Magic might exist, who knows, but I haven't heard of a single person who could read people's minds."