The Five looked pretty horrified at the thing in front of them.
It was weird and short and pink, with long blonde hair and uncanny proportions, in a way that reminded America of a shitty oc. He decided that actually, Britain's own brand of uncanny and weird wasn't that bad.
I looked up at the tall man towering above me. I felt blush redden my face and my deep blue orbs looked away in-
France visibly gagged. He'd seen -and heard- some fucked up shit before, but this was a whole new level.
He felt Britain's gaze land on him, and though they were by his blind side, he could tell the corners of their mouth quirk upwards for a fraction of a second.
"My deep blue orbs looked away," Britain repeated, from, to the rest of the Five, seemingly nowhere.
France glared at it, looked at Britain, then sighed, used to the general weirdness of their actions.
America held back the irrepressible desire to heave and approached the weird pink thing.
"What the fuck are you," he pondered, mostly to himself.
The 6ft muscular man approached me. I averted my gaze. "I-I-I'm Y/N"
America froze, stunned by the sudden and weirdly red blush spreading across its cheeks.
"He's not that tall," Britain muttered. "You're a good 2 inches off."
They then shifted their gaze to you.
"Y/N?"
"That hoe ain't me," you yell back. "That's a stereotypical wattpad 'Y/N'!"
China contemplated the 2000 years of life she had lived, trying to figure out where she had went wrong, how she got here.
"We should bring it back to the Headquarters, and call UN. I think this might interest him," China stated, after a brief silence.
"Great, I'll ask someone to ring the emergency sirens," France added grimly.
They brought S!Y/N to America's car. Unfortunately for France, UK and Russia, they were forced to sit at the back of the vehicle, with it.
"I'm a guy, I should have gotten the front seat," France complained.
"You really should learn to respect your elders, young man," China responded, turning to face him.
"Last time I respected my elders, it was DuRoy, and we all know all the good it did," he retorted, somewhat bitterly.
China glanced at the 'good' in question, a jagged scar across his forehead, through his eyebrow, and into his temple. She huffed, muttered something in Chinese, then turned back around.
He made sure he was as far away from S!Y/N as he could, pressing against the car door. Britain, sat on France's lap due to the lack of space, snuck the occasional glance at it, face betraying nothing. Russia was trying to stay far away from S!Y/N without getting too close to Britain, though much to both their dismay, she was failing that last part, her broad shoulders frequently bumping into Britain's boney frame.
S!Y/N noticed Britain and France's position. It's giant eyes narrowed.
"Why are you with her," it asked venomously.
"... my partner," he responded somewhat incredulously, his good eye shifting to the ring on his finger.
Britain shifted slightly to him, muttering about it getting their gender wrong.
"Surprised it likes you," they joked, though it was hard to say from their tone, "considering your shit personality."
France glared at them, before pushing his hair out of his face, revealing a nasty scar on the left side of his face and a black eyepatch. A decent chunk of his cheek had melted away, revealing sharp, wolf-like teeth.
I looked at the floor. One of the men had a scar on his face. He was definitely a bad boy. "H-h-h-how d-did you g-get t-t-t-that."
"Flamethrower," he awkwardly said , before pushing his hair back into his face.
"... He is missing piece of face," Russia muttered to no one in particular.
"Guys, we're here," USA said from the drivers seat, much to the relief of the trio at the back.
They had reached the UNHQ, where the countries met up, and where UN's office was.
"You can take it," Britain told China and USA, jerking their head towards S!Y/N.
"Why," China groaned.
"We got her whole ride. Your turn to suffer," Russia answered, before heading to her own car.
France's eye flashed a dangerous wine colour, before he and Britain left as well.
China started walking to her ride.
"You're the world superpower. You have the honours," she said, adjusting her coat and ducking into the vehicle.
America groaned.
The muscular man-
Britain let out a sharp laugh from somewhere in the parking lot.
America started dragging it to UN's office, reluctantly.
"We found this thing," he yelled at UN. "It's your problem now. I'd like to nuke myself now."
America then proceeded to nuke himself.
