Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom

Runaway Llama

Well, would you look at that title.

Tuesday—No ones POV

The Mystery Country punches the wall hard. Anguilla steps back in slight fear.
"You let them leave. Falklands and Pitcairn... you know how useful they could of been if they accepted life here? I had hopes for them, but you messed it all up as you always do." They say harshly.
"I tried my best—"
"But you failed..." They mumble coldly, turning towards Anguilla.
Anguilla looks as though she's going to tear up.
"I thought I'd finally stopped this side of you but obviously not."
"They knocked me out!" Anguilla slightly shouts.
"Proceeding to raise your voice at me." The country glares at Anguilla.
"Please—"
"No food." The country states harshly and strictly.
"..."
Anguilla stays silent, knowing speaking will only rise the anger in this country.
"Leave..."
Without a second of hesitation, Anguilla speed walks away to the office to go down the slope into the bending metal hallways.
The country lets out an annoyed sigh. They walk into their living room, as their real office is far down in the metal hallways. They sit down on the sofa and begin to talk to themselves.
"It'll be fine, I still have their land... yeah, what could they possibly do? They left two of the other disobedient countries, although British Indian Ocean territory is starting to act up... I'm just too stressed with planning on how we're going to attack Wales......"
The country stays silent for a bit before going back to the thought of Falklands and Pitcairn.
"It doesn't matter, I can deal with them. What if they do do something, though? But what?"
The country thinks to themselves, but is unable to think of anything.
"Nothing. They can't hide from me for long, anyway. Was I too harsh on Anguilla then?"
The country lets out another sigh.
"I'll go and tell her I take back what I said..."
With that the country gets up and heads to the slope leading to the, I suppose you could call, underground lair

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Still No Ones POV

Falklands and Pitcairn walk along the stone pathways of many of the small grouped neighbourhoods on Patriam Island. They had been walking most of the night and the sun was now shining in the sky.

Falklands looks towards Pitcairn as they walk.
"Where are we going to go?" She asks.
Pitcairn looks towards her then away for a bit as he thinks.
"I'm not too sure..." he says eventually.
There is a small silence. The only sound being their footsteps and the occasional bird singing a small song.
"I'm sure we'll find somewh— Is that a Llama?" Falklands asks getting completely distracted by the sight in front of her.
Pitcairn looks to where Falklands looks and sure enough there is a llama running towards them further in the distance.
"What the—"
Falklands smacks Pitcairn.
"No swearing."
"Sorry..."
"MANSO!" A voice shouts from further back behind the llama.
"¡REGRESA AQUÍ!" Another voice shouts.
The llama continues to run, ignoring the shouting.
"Seems like it's a Runaway Llama." Pitcairn says.
"Yeah..." Falklands says slightly confused at what she's witnessing. It's not something you see everyday.
"And it's running straight towards us." Pitcairn sighs. "Get ready to catch it."
"What? Shouldn't we just leave it?" Falklands asks even more confused.
"If we help them maybe they can give us something helpful or tell us the direction to England." Pitcairn says with a shrug.
"Good point." Falklands says. "Also, were not going to catch it as in grabbing it, that will only hurt the poor animal."
"How else are we gonna catch it then?" Pitcairn asks.
"With this." Falklands says and pulls out an apple from her coat.
"How—?"
"I stole it." Falklands interrupts Pitcairn.
"I know that you stole it, I was going to ask how do you know the llama even likes that stuff?"
"Oh, sorry." Falklands apologises before continuing. "It's an animal. Even if it doesn't like the food it will stop to check it out."
"I suppose that's correct. Gough would of known if he was here..." Pitcairn says remembering the small territory that they left behind.
His island was uninhabited, as said before, so the territory had grown close to the animals on the island. He learned how to tame them and basically fathered them. He was good with any animal, it seemed. If you were to ever ask him about plastic pollution, he could tell you exactly how it affects the animals—and never in a good way.
Falklands slightly frowns.
"I'm sad about that too, but that gives us more reason to keep on trying so we can see him again and Gibraltar and everyone else too." She tries to say encouragingly. "Now let's catch a llama."