Strings Attached (Countryhumans X Reader)(Sequel to Game Over)

Chapter Five

"How about you play a little game with us for awhile hm?" Philippines's eyes glowed. His stars and sun along with it as well.

What happened to him? He seems like a completely different person, he used to be so nice. And 'Us'? What did he mean by that? "What do you mean... us?"

"It means exactly what it means," another voice spoke, it wasn't Philippines. I scanned my surroundings for someone but I couldn't see anything, it was just Phil and me.

Then as if on cue two other countries emerged from the darkness. They were pretty famous countries so I could tell who they were. "So nice of you to drop by I was getting hella bored lately!" Indonesia sounded agitated and ready to 'play'.

But it wasn't Indo who that other voice was, I turned over to the country next to him. "Forgive him he's been very bored lately," Malaysia gave an apologetic smile. Then his face morphed into a dark expression.

"Let's play!" Phil Chimed, "I-if thats okay of c-course.." he fiddled with his thumbs in an anxious manner. "Obviously it's okay!" Indo turned to Phil in a reassuring brotherly way.

Phil giggled a little, "Pass the three stages and you can go," he then turned over to his friends as if to ask if that arrangement was okay. Indo gave a full of energy thumbs up and Malay just nodded with a grin on his face.

"I'll be first," Malay offered well not offered, it was more of an order. "Aw come on! I wanna be first," Indo showered Malay in punches. "Indo my 'dear', shut up before I make you." He made empathized the word 'dear'.

He immediately shut up, but he also started to pout. "I bet you're gonna kill her before I get to her.." he trailed off. "I will, just wait and see," he grinned evilly. "Now Shoo," he waved them off. Phil ran over to the elevator that probably leads upstairs.

Indo took awhile before also stomping off angrily to the elevator. Then Malay turned to me and grimaced. "I'm not interested in fighting a wounded person, heal yourself first, there's a first aid kit at the bar counter over there," he pointed at the counter using his chin.

I forgot about my bruises, I didn't have time to heal them on car because I was busy worrying if America would catch up to me. I only noticed the state I was in now after Malay pointed it out. Bruises and cuts everywhere, god dammit China gave me a good beating.

I still haven't gotten over the fact that America had abilities now! Do these three have abilities too? If so then that must mean everyone on the opposite side that's trying to kill me has abilities. Surviving would definitely prove harder than expected.

I made my way over to the bar counter and pulled out a first aid kit. I sat on one of the stools and got to work. I turned over to the Malaysian who was watching me do my work. "Ahem," I cleared my throat.

"Oh sorry," he turned the opposite way. At least he wasn't a complete asshole, at least he had manners. I wonder if all the others did too... if they did then maybe there's still a little good in them. Because why would he let me heal myself? I don't think it's because of the reason he stated.

But that raises another question, are they being controlled or is this what they're doing by their own will? If all of them still had a little good in them then the chances that they aren't being controlled is higher.

I started taking off my shirt to treat my wounds inside my clothes.

Though Malay has always been considerate of others, even before all this had happened...

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The sun was shining down, it warmed up my chilly skin. I just finished visiting Antarctica with Greenland, I decided to leave after an hour of accompanying him.

I checked my new watch on my hand, it had been given to me by a special country. The clock hands ticked with every second that passed, well obviously, that's how it's supposed to work.

"Look out!" I heard a shout, as I turned to the voice, a country tackled me and sent me tumbling to the ground. "Ouch.." I rubbed the side of my head, I glanced downwards at a familiar short country.

"Phil?" I raised an eyebrow, Phil jerked his head upwards to face me before jumping back. "S-sorry! I wasn't l-looking," he waved his hands back and forth anxiously.

"Woi Woi! Stop harassing my friend!" Another country ran up to me, this time it was a country I had never seen before. He pulled out a bamboo stick out of nowhere and aimed it at me. The tip seemed sharp so I didn't want to take any chances.

Even if it is just a bamboo stick.

A second later someone karate chopped him on his head, "Owww, what the hell?!" There stood another unfamiliar country he was as tall as the one holding the sharp bamboo stick.

"Don't go around pointing that piece of wood to strangers on the street," he said sternly. "She's harassing our friend Malay!" He pointed at me. Oh so that was Malaysia, I've heard about the trio so I could only guess that the rowdy one was Indonesia.

Malay crossed his arms and glared at his friend, then his gaze averted to the embarrassed country on the ground. Indo's gaze also fell on the country on the ground. "You okay Phil?" He reached out to help his flustered friend.

"I am so sorry for what my friend here has done, I am aware that Indo shouldn't be threatening random people on the street, how about we buy you lunch as an apology?"

The Malaysian gave an apologetic smile, "there's no need really," I respectfully declined his offer. "Oh no I insist," he pulled my arm and dragged me to the nearby cafe.

He sat me down at a booth along with the other two countries. Phil day next to me while Indo was in front of me.

"Uhm, I'm sorry for jumping to the wrong conclusions.." he attempted to apologize. Although it did seem like he was having trouble. "It's fine, mistakes happen,"

We decided to indulge in a conversation to get to know each other better. Indo was a very caring to people he considered to be his friends, he easily trusted people. He sort of has an identity crisis, I guess that is to be expected from a country as diverse as him.

Phil was anxious but he wasn't all useless, he was very funny and extremely argumentative. He loved debates and always had very good points. He's very fierce despite his smaller size compared to the other two.

Malay seemed more like the mother of the group, always looking after the other two. He was selfless, in an argument between the three he seemed like the person to give in first.

All their personalities clashed but somehow it just works.

Soon Malay brought back a few plates, one plate had the cake I ordered after ceaseless arguing with Malay about what he would get me. "Phil stop playing with your eating utensils," he slid the plate over to him,

"Hey (Y/N) don't you think Malay is sooooo annoying?" He joked, "no I don't think so, he cares a lot for you guys, you're really lucky to have him as a friend."

The two of them stared at me dumbfounded, "now that's a first," Indo chuckled. I turned over to Malay who was as red as a tomato. "T-thanks," he said all flustered, I nodded.

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After a while of resting I looked over to Malay who was sitting on the pool table reading a book. Out of nowhere he slammed him book shut and placed it very carefully on the pool table. He picked himself up and turned over to me.

"Then shall we get this started?" He cocked his head a little and raised both his arms as his hands grew into orange and black claws. The lower sides of his face was etched with black tiger markings.

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A/N : I love reading the theories y'all come up with. Sorry for the long wait, I had a bunch of exams jam packed in one week so yeah.