Solving of the Countries (Book 2)

Chapter 100

FBI

"FBI."

"FBI. Can you hear me?"

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Everything was dark. It was cold.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.

"BRICS?"
He mumbled, wondering how he ended up on the ground, flat on his back. BRICS was crouched next to him.

"What happened?" BRICS questioned, his eyes glancing around for potential threats. FBI sat up, shaking his head, clueless. Then winced.

He was about to get up when BRICS stopped him.
"Huh?"

"You're injured," he said, as if pointing out the obvious.

"Where?"

BRICS pointed at his own neck at the side. No wonder he felt an unbearable sting there. FBI reached up and felt it.

It wasn't too deep, but deep enough for concern. FBI hissed as he accidentally probed too hard.

An unexplainable dizziness hit as he tried to get up again.

"Ugh... the cut wasn't poisoned was it?" FBI mumbled, trying to joke, holding the wound with a hand. He shut his eyes, trying to block out the signals of pain his body insisted on sending. What attacked him? And how come he wasn't able to fight back?

Looking around, the jar was nowhere in sight. Extracted from child.

The thought sent shivers down his spine. He covered his face with a hand, trying to erase the image from his mind. What kind of monster would do such a thing?

"FBI?" BRICS tilted his head. "Is something wrong?"

He lifted his hand, looking at BRICS. "There were remains of a child."

BRICS knew FBI wasn't making it up. In fact, he even thought he heard a small tremor in his voice. However, there were no signs of said remains.

"Listen, your injury is still bleeding," BRICS pointed out, as FBI was unable to see the cut. "You should head back so WHO can get it checked."

"It's just a cut, why?" FBI stared back at BRICS.

"The scratch is all black, not red," BRICS answered. "That's not normal."

FBI frowned. "Damn it."

"WHO is almost always at her Clinic," China pointed out the next morning, from Russia's window, which was open. When Russia was done making sure the Nightingale was all fine, he turned to him. The rain had stopped and it was a cold, yet sunny day with scattered clouds. China leaned against the windowsill, arms crossed. "You can go to her."

Russia almost facepalmed himself. Of course. If he had wanted to contact UN, he could've done that. But she was able to detect injuries once anyone is in her presence. There would be hiding nothing from her once she finds out ice had grown out of his skin like some parasitic plant.

The very thought of that made Russia cringe inside. A painful memory that he does not intend to repeat, unless using his power was absolutely necessary. The bird chirped happily, bobbing its head accordingly.

Still, he had to give Ukraine her Nightingale back as soon as possible. But locating her was as difficult as drawing perfectly symmetrical eyes.

Russia stared. FBI stared back. Both of them were at WHO's Clinic. Coincidence? Not. China had to go to be North's emotional support buddy, having received an emergency text from the three I's.