This is story is set in the British Isles' childhoods.
"Okay, so what is 4+4?*", Mr UN questioned with a smile. A number of hands shot up. "Scotland!" He was caught off guard, everyone stared at him. "Um..what was the question..?", Scotland asked with an awkward smile. "Detention after school.", Mr UN announced.* "Northern Ireland, I hope you can answer the question." North was also not listening, so he also got a detention.
(*This is when they were in year 1.) (*Scotland and North almost never listen in classes.)
Later in the day, both were sitting in an almost empty classroom, doing lines. North noticed a young boy sitting in the front, so he tapped on Scotland's shoulder and pointed at him. "Who do you think he is?", Scotland whispered. "I'm not sure, but he doesn't seem like the type to get into detention..", North answered. He had a cross as his flag and the only colours on his flag were red and white. "So, why do you think he got in detention?" North just shrugged.
"Right kids. I'm going to go for a few minutes, Scotland and North, you can leave in 40 minutes.", Mr UN stated. "If you leave any earlier, it's a whole week of detention." They nodded and continued their work.
"Hello! Could I borrow a pencil?"
Northern Ireland and Scotland looked up to see a younger boy beaming at them. "Uh..sure.", Scotland muttered as he passed him the pencil. As soon as the strange boy went back to his seat, North mumbled "I think I see something other there.." It was nothing, though the sound of whispering was heard. "I wonder what it is.", Scotland mumbled back.
SLAM!
Then the two noticed that the boy had unlocked the door and was running out! They ran after him, but ended up at the front of the school. Without any trace of him.
THUD, THUD, THUD*
(*The author is still horrible at sound effects..)
"What are you guys doing here? Your detentions aren't over yet..", Wales asked in confusion. "North, I can't believe that you would skip detention with Scotland!", Ireland scolded North. "But, brother, there was this weird boy. We had to find out what he was doing!" "That is no excuse! I will be reporting both of you to Mr UN.", Ireland said.*
(*The UN apparently teaches at the school and is the owner of the only orphanage in ACH island.)
At the orphanage, the two went to Mr UN. "Hello sir!", North chirped. "Greetings. Aren't you two supposed to be playing outside?", Mr UN asked with a smile on his face. "Well, we wanted to ask if a child with a red cross on it's flag was ever in the orphanage.", Scotland explained. "Yes, but there were two.", Mr UN answered while organising the files. "Can you tell us what their names were?", both pleaded. "I can't. Apologies, but you can always find them in school tomorrow." Northern Ireland and Scotland nodded.
The next day in the yard, they did spot a boy that looked like the one yesterday, but they didn't know if it was the right one. "Do you think that's the right one?", Scotland asked. "I don't know, let's go ask.", North answered. They marched up to the boy. "Hello! What's your name?", Scotland asked.
"Oh, I'm Milan."
Note to self: Double check the story a few days after finishing.
So, I had to unpublish this, because I realised it was so bad. And yes, I did procrastinate a lot during the making of this.
Started: March 22nd
Ended: April 5th
