They're just kids...

Too long...

Turkey's POV
I find a payphone and slip some money in and call Bulgaria's home. I don't really expect him to pick up but he does. "This is Bulgaria, the countryhuman. Yes the embodiment of the country or whatever... Who is this?" He asks. He sounds tired... Dammit this might not be a good time...
"It's Turkey, is this a bad time to ask for a high favour?"
"Just ask it and I'll think about it" he sighs. I can hear hip sip a drink over the phone.
"Uhm so I don't know who but someone thought it would be a good idea to bring children on a boat to watch and takes notes of the fighting in Gallipoli. And we shot the boat down and it sunk and I ended up finding the children and taken them to my house..."
"What the hell? Why didn't they just go to soldiers on their side for help or something?"
"Would you, as a small child go through a battle zone and no man's land in risk of being shot on sight to find your way through some trenches to try and find someone to help you in that dire situation? And by my chat with the children it seems that they aren't really mentally stable if I can put it that way?"
"...fair enough but why are you calling me? And why would you help random children"
"About these random children... they're actually countryhumans... like us. This may be a tall request but I need you to sneak them across the border or help me convince both our governments to let them through kr get them back safely by airplane or boat?"
"Wait Australia and New Zealand? Is it them? Heard they were declared missing. And That is a very tall and risky order... I'm not sure I can help but I'll try to figure out a way. What were you thinking?"
"Yes it's them. I was thinking in Hiding them in a suitcase and traveling across the border and handing them over to you?"
"Really?"
"It's our best shot really... We figured we can't sail them to Greece or anything and well I'm their countryhuman and the countryhuman of your ally. they wouldn't check my bag or anything."
"Well what if we do get them over the border? How will we get them over to the other team's border?"
"Since you'd be closer you could sail them over."
"If they saw a boat coming they'd be shot down..."
"Maybe if you could contact Greece or any other of the other team's countryhumans. They'd be willing to help. But the question is how..."
"Look I'll come over to your house and discuss this with you... I'll head off by tomorrow and hopefully I'll be there by tommorow or the next day"
"Alright. Thank you. I appreciate it." I hang up and sigh. Such a stupid dangerous situation caused because of some idiots. I shouldn't even be helping these kids. They're the enemy's countryhumans. That would help us a lot? Holding them hostage so they stop invading me? I wish I had enough of a lack of empathy as I did 20 years ago... But I will feel the guilt pile onto me if I let anything happen to them... They were never meant to be here and never made the choice.
I sigh and starts walking back. It's slightly raining now. I hope it doesn't give any of the men in trenches and illnesses... Why did it all have to change? War used to be exciting. Riding horses onto battle fields with swords and guns drawn. And now it's this.
I get home. It's quiet I go to the loving room to see them playing a board game. Having fun. Like a family. It's stupidly sweet..why do I all of a sudden care and have emotions and empathy? I wouldn't have to do all this if I just shot them right where I found them and didn't care... But I do care now... What happened I was fine with this sort of stuff 2 decades ago. What changed? I sigh and go to the dining table and start mapping out a plan to see the safest route for them to get somewhere safe... For them.

Australia's POV
I hear turkey come through he door. I look behind me. He just looks at us and goes to the kitchen. I go and make my move on the board game. New Zealand looks tired and not really into it. "You can take a nap if you want" I say rubbing her hair.
"And give him a chance to do something to us? No way!"
"I'll be awake don't worry. Just rest.... You got shot only a day and a half ago. You've got to be tired. And you better get some rest because soon enough we'll have to be on alert"
"...fine..." She curls up next to me and lays down and attempts to sleep. A part of curiosity wonders what turkey is doing but I don't really want to get up or ask because it's probably boring. Unfortunately now it's quiet. And as much as I'm not showing it I have to admit I'm really stressed and panicking. Millions of ways in which things can go from here and a lot seem very bad. I just miss my family... Well not that much. I just miss not being in danger. I'm the middle child who never needed attention and so never got it and was left to raise himself while being 13 years oldet than my brother's and 5 years older than my sister... and I don't have any friends at school. And so here I am going on a venty rant about why things suck for me. I try to be brave and I'd say I am brave but all I want to do is go home and hide in the closest reading or something. I don't know. I just miss not stressing so much. I should stop thinking before I get stressed out from thinking.

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I'm also bored.

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This isn't fair. Why do I have to go through this?

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I rest my head back and look at the ceiling. I have to be honest with myself and admit that I'm close to crying and having a breakdown but... I'm meant to be man and protect my sister. I can't cry. That's what babies do... I'm not a baby...

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But no matter what I tell myself.

I am still a kid.

I look down. I try not to shake or sniff so she doesn't know I'm crying. I just let a tear run down my face and drip into my hand. I'm not meant to cry. But who's going to stop a kid from crying?