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

Chapter VII: The Truth and the Lie

Warning from the author: This chapter contains a naughty f-word in Polish and I have no idea if it has been used correctly. So, please be aware of that ^^

(Same POV):

Everyone stared at him, anticipating what was about to be thrown at them. I hated when this happened, everyone thinking that my father was a scary gorilla (or wolf, whatever you want), that I still carry my father's hunger for power, and the mood changing from happy to sad. Or frightened. Or angry. Or embarrassing.
I felt foolish for not trying to hide them away. It was all my fault.

"N-nyet..." I recognised that word from somewhere; I just didn't know how.

My grandfather's smile could split his face at any moment now. "Oh, Russia, you look just like your father when he was young," he clasped his hands together. "I remember the joy that filled Russian Empire's heart when he saw his new son! What pity that he didn't know this was a sign of his fall."

I knew that the last sentence was sarcastic. How and why would he care for someone he hated? He would never show any positive feelings towards an enemy.

Russia's shoulders tensed as he subconsciously took a step back. He whispered something barely audible under his breath.

"No cursing and no foreign languages. Only things I can understand," German Empire ordered.

"Hey!"

Nonononononono NOT AMERICA!!!

My grandfather's gaze diverted to him.

"Can I come with you?"

His menacing appeal faltered a bit as if he never thought somebody would be interested in him.

"Sure..." he looked off to the side as if expecting a person to be there.

I bit my tongue, trying to keep my cool. But I couldn't help but notice Poland quivering in his spot. German Empire noticed this as well.

"Polen," he left that word on its own. The word by itself alarmed the poor Polish boy.

Warning applies to the line below:

"Spierdalaj! (F*** off :) )" Everyone stared at him in confusion. Registering what he had said, he mumbled, "Sorry, it's just instincts."

Disturbed by what he himself said, he pleaded, "Sir, don't call me that, please."

German Empire rolled his eyes but didn't say no.

"Like I said before," he clarified, "I am only interested in taking a certain few of you."

Once everyone seemed to get his message, he started to point at who he wanted to talk to.
Poland, Russia, Canada,  I listed. Netherlands, Slovakia, Belgium, Bulgaria, Romania and Greece.

Some of the choices he made I thought were acceptable, but others I pondered on. Such as, 'What did Canada have to do with him?' and 'What? Romania, Bulgaria and Greece'?

All of them stepped up to gather around him, all looking uneasy.
Except for Slovakia.
Stupidly and foolishly, he asked, "Who was your son?"

My grandfather looked down at him in slight astonishment before saying, "Third Reich. He didn't like being called, erm..." he looked off to the side. "Forget that.

"My son was a foolish one indeed, but I'll admit that he was much more intelligent than I was. But messing with the Russians was definitely dumb."

I expected Russia to react in some way, but all that was written on his face was disdain and hatred.