Country of Countrymen [Yandere! Males! X F! Reader] | under editing

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            By the next day, [F/n] was expected to prepare herself for an adventure that she had never agreed to. When Amos persuaded her to go, she revealed her feelings about the matter. Aside from fear, she was angry; angry at him for deciding for her. She was still uncertain if she wanted to go.

"But don't you want to find your mother?" Amos questioned, reminding her of the main reason why she was here in the first place.

That didn't ease her. "How sure are you that I won't go looking for a lost island that may never be found?" She argued, eyes wide as they displayed displeasure in them. As much as she wanted to respect Amos, she was losing every reason to if he was handling her carelessly like this.

Still, the old man acted dandy and pleaded with her to go. When she didn't want to, he practically dragged her to the hall, where the cabinet secretaries were gathered, and asked for their support to encourage [F/n] in finding Annette in Lusia's lost island.

Immediately, the secretaries exchanged worried glances. There were murmurs of concerns, but only one was voiced out by Secretary Leroy Sheepsaw: "The island isn't a myth, Mr. President?"

There was a little voice in [F/n]'s head that somehow sided with Leroy's claim that the island wasn't indeed true. However, with the thought of hopefully finding her mother, [F/n] was slightly encouraged to discover the island, yet doubt held her back.

Amos jabbed a furious finger at Leroy, frightening the short man in the apprehension of his fate. "Unforgivable, what an unforgivable statement from your very mouth, Secretary Sheepsaw!" Amos screeched, eyes bulging out of their sockets in accusation. "You are claiming it as a myth? A myth?! How dare you speak of such to the tales of our forefathers!" Yet if one looks closely, the old man himself is a non-believer of the island.

Slapping a hand over his mouth, Leroy trembled like a leaf in harsh winter.

Another secretary raised her hand and requested that voting must be carried out if [F/n] should be allowed to go, or not. Amos would have denied it, but the secretaries immediately agreed, overpowering him.

"Alright," Amos grumbled to himself as [F/n] stood idly by his side. "Those in favor of sending [F/n] to Lusia's island in search for Annette, raise their hands!" Immediately, Amos raised his own hand.

Contrariwise, no hands were raised as the secretaries eyed each other in a silent communication of which to vote for.

Amos dropped his hand and looked around, feeling his temper rising as quick as no one agreed. When his eyes landed on Leroy, the old man threatened him with a glare. "Secretary Sheepsaw, you are the presidential spokesperson, so why do you not support it? You're supposed to speak up for me, so I am requesting you to raise your hand."

Leroy's mouth gaped open like a fish out of water, unable to form a coherent thought to voice out. Although his job description as a spokesperson required absolute loyalty to Amos, it was in Leroy's interest to prioritize [F/n]'s safety. He believed that the island was a myth so it would be wise to cancel her journey.

The secretary who had requested for the voting saw the hesitancy in Leroy's eyes to defend his belief as to why he wouldn't agree to [F/n] going to the island. Clearing her throat, she directed a sharp gaze at Amos and received his gaze. "Mr. President, Secretary Sheepsaw has his own right to vote for what he thinks that is best," she uttered, ignorant of Leroy turning red as he hid his face behind his hands. "If he thinks it best that Madam [F/n] should not go to the island, then let it be that he does not vote for it."

"I wasn't talking to you, Secretary Kings," Amos spoke rigidly, regarding her his full attention. "As far as anybody is concerned, I was talking to my spokesperson."