Raising the soon to be Great Britannia

Chapter 6- Hide

Britain took in his surroundings. He saw the darkness that inveloped him. Out of curiosity, he peered over the edge of where he resided., he didn't see much except for a white form below. He also heard the shuffling of hay, and soft nickers. He was in the stable! Sitting back in the loft, Britain looked out of the window that rested beside him. Outside it was dark, darker than he remember, in fact, as he remembered it was morning, and he was in the house.

Britain thought back to what could have brought him to his current location. First he awoke in Scotland's arms, for some reason, Scotland had been crying. Then all of a sudden, Scotland had started chasing after him. Britain literally thought he was going to die, and when Britain was right at his heels, he wished to be somewhere safer than his current predicament, and poof he was here. Britain wondered what had gotten into Scotland, as well as how long he'd been gone.

«Before Britain awoke in the Stable»

Scotland stood frozen, what had just happened? Standing up straight, Scotland called out, "Britain! Lad where are you?", to which no reply came.

" Okay lad, yer starting to worry me now..."

Scotland, growing worried, began to rush around looking for the missing boy. He searched every crack and crevice that he could think of. When nothing came up, Scotland grew frantic. Running into Ireland's bedroom, he through off his blankets, awakening his brother with a start.

" Oi, you dick head! What the hell is going on with ye?!?" Ireland yelled.

"It's Britain, I can't find him... He just vanished into thin air like *snap* that!"

"Have ye looked everywhere?" Ireland grumbled rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Ey, I have, but I can't seem to find the wee lad... I'm terrified of what could happen if his people found out who he is... He's to young to fend for himself."

By now, Ireland was fully awake and pulling on his clothes.

" Ye go wake up Wales, I'll go get the horse saddled up and ready to go." Scotland said running out of the house.

Scotland ran out of the house, determination in his eyes. He made his way to the stall, where his horse stood waiting. Roughly grabbing the saddle and bridle, opening the stall door, and quickly tacking up the stallion.

He led the horse out of the stable and walked briskly to the front of the house. He quickly mounted his steed just as Ireland and Wales made their way to the porch.

"I'll look farther out, ye all look in the surrounding forest! We need te find the lad before he can get inte any trouble!" Scotland ordered before galloping out of the clearing, and disappearing into the surrounding woods.

«Britain after waking up»

Britain made his way to the edge of the loft. He looked down upon the hay that was below him. From where he stood, it looked thick enough to catch him. Taking a chance Britain leapt down from his perch and descended down upon the tin layer of hay.

When he hit, a snap was heard. Britain let out a cry of pain as his arm lay limp at his side. Tears streamed down his eyes, as he clutched his left arm to his side. He stumbled his way out of the stable to see the house. All the lights were off, there was no smoke rising from the chimney, however it did smell of smoke, so there had been a fire recently.

He walked over to the door and tried to turn the handle, when he heard a shuffling  from inside. Quickly he turned and ran into some nearby bushes. Britain watched as Ireland made his way to the porch, where he looked around.

" 'Ello? Anyone ther'?" He called.

Britain considered walking out and revealing himself, but wondered if Scotland was still cross with him. He diddnt want to risk that again. Britain decided he would make it easier for everyone and just leave. He waited until Ireland shut the door and switched off the light, then he turned and tracked into the forest.