When the world comes crashing down {WIP} |COUNTRY HUMANS|

A cry for help

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"Both of you please come home. It's almost been 20 hours, please. I want my children. New Zealand, convince him to come home with you. I know this wasn't your idea."

Britain's stern voice rang through the house, as Kiwi sat cross-legged with Tangaora in her lap. She was bent over the phone, her back arched over the voice system, silent tears rolling down her cheeks, with her arms locked into straight positions in order to keep herself up. She was struggling to stay there. It had been a day, and she wanted to go home.

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"Australia, please come home. I don't know where you are, but please, we want to speak to you. We need to apologise for what we've done."

Aussie was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of milo. It was really thick, since he put as much in it as physically possible in order for him to still be able to drink it. His laptop was facing him, on FaceTime with Malaysia who was in his hotel room with the other ASEAN members attempting to snort Milo off the table. Australia was laughing obnoxiously, unaware of the pain he was causing his family.

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"Are you two staying with someone else? Please I just want to know if you two are safe."

Samoa was staying in the house with the siblings, but he was upstairs hungover and sleeping. They picked him up the night before from Papua New Guinea's place.

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"Kiwi, I know you're there sweetie, please come home. I'm so worried. At least call me and tell me you're alright. Please." His voice was cracking and weak. Kiwi's sobs became more muffled as she covered her mouth with her hand, she continued to stare at the machine as though it was her father. Her tears fell onto Tangaroa as he sat rubbing his face against her leg to comfort her. She moved her hand to pet Digger, who was sitting patiently next to her. Aussie had trained his dog so well. Digger then stood up, walked to the kitchen and started barking at his owner. Aussie nodded his head, almost as if he were understanding him.

"Samoa, you good?" He shouted across the house. They could hear Samoa grunt and moan from the room above, complaining about the noise. He chugged down his Milo, said goodbye to Malaysia, then walked into the living room. He saw her crying over the message box.

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"Kiwi please sweetheart I really need you home, I can't lose another child, ple-" Aussie pressed a button to silence it just as Britain was about to break down into complete tears.

"Even when he wants us, he still mentions America." Kiwi couldn't look anywhere but the source of her father's voice. She felt so dead inside, listening to him and not being able to answer.

"Please, why can't I just answer him."

"Because he'll just keep calling."

"He will anyway. I doubt this will make a difference. Please." They heard heavy steps heading down the stairs, and there was Samoa dragging a blanket down the stairs.

"I want food."

"Maybe you can, just tell him I've gone to sort Samoa out." He left and headed back into the kitchen to make Samoa a really late breakfast. Kiwi's hands shook while dialling the number. They might not answer. It rang for a few seconds, then it was answered.

"Hello?"

"Dad, I-"

"New Zealand! Oh thank god you're ok! Have you eaten today? Is anyone there with you? How is Australia? I-"

She exhaled deeply, then replied through tears. "I've had two meals so far, Samoa is here with us and Aussie is actually really good. You sound tired." Britain hadn't slept since they had left. He kept calling them over and over. The others asked him to stop worrying, they actually went out without him tonight, because he didn't want to miss a call. He had really dark bags under his eyes, and he had gone through 10 cups of coffee. His suit was not as sharp as it usually was.