The Daughter/Son of UN [Countryhumans Fanfiction]

Chapter 9

British Empire cocked her firearm and twirled it in her hand, aiming it at her son as she glared into his soul. Britain pointed his gun at his mother, his arm trembling as he hesitated to put his finger on the trigger. One looked serious, ready to fire, whereas the other was distressed and unwilling to shoot. 

"I knew this day would come." British Empire said. "It was only a matter of time before I got to see you again, my son. Why don't you stay a while? We can have some family time together!"

Britain clenched his teeth. "No, mother. I still don't forgive you after the countless times you have betrayed UN by torturing and almost killing countries behind his back. He gave you chances, but you took them as if they were nothing!"

His mother lowered her shooter. 

"You know me, I love to cause chaos!" She grinned widely. "It would have been great if you followed in my footsteps, but you sadly didn't. I was disappointed, deeply, but not everything goes the way I want it to go." 

"Torment and murder is wrong, mother. Why did you never understand that? Only if you had taken your warnings seriously, we would have been a big happy family living a normal life! None of this would be happening right now!"

British Empire chuckled evilly. "What's life without a little bit of mayhem? There would be no action, no adventure if chaos ceased to exist! Now, how about you tell me where UN went? I saw him run off in the other direction."

"I think that you know, and I am not letting you get to him!" Britain charged toward his mother, yanking out his knife from his utility belt. 

…

UN rushed up the stairs, almost tripping over a few as he did so. He fought off a few masked countries who chased him, knocking them out and injuring them but not to the point where they were close to death. He used their unconscious bodies to scan their hands to unlock some doors. He also apprehended a few and asked how to open some doors, which they responded with either knocking on them or saying a specific password out loud.

A door opened across from UN, who was halfway down the hallway. He made eye contact with yet another masked country. They stared at each other until the unidentified country pulled a pistol out of his black cloak and shot at the organization. UN dodged the bullets as he ran at his opponent, eventually getting into a fist fight after tackling him. The enemy shoved him off and quickly got up.

UN threw one punch after another, but the enemy avoided them with ease. The masked country jumped over him and tried grabbing him from the back, but UN grasped his wrist and spun him around. However, the country threw UN over his shoulder and slammed him onto the floor. The fight wasn't over yet though.

The cloaked country laughed sinisterly. They loomed over him, crouching beside him and taking out a knife. He pointed the sharp end of the knife to his throat.

"It has always been a dream of mine to finally kill you." The masked country said.

"I bet it was," UN said, breathing heavily, "it always has been. Every single time I looked into your eyes, I could tell. You hated me from the very beginning, isn't that right, Reich?"

The country smirked, taking off his mask and cloak. 

"I should have banished you a long time ago." UN glared into his evil eyes.

"But you never did, which was a horrible mistake!" Third Reich strongly grabbed his chin and forced him to raise it so his throat was more exposed. "Only if you have… this probably would not even be happening right now! Oh, how foolish you are. Well…"

He raised the knife.

"...Farewell."

He swung it down, but it never hit UN. His arm stopped in the middle of slashing; it was stuck in midair. He hesitated to swipe and stab UN, but why?

"Dada!" You exclaimed.

Third Reich looked at you and froze, giving UN the chance to take his wrist and slam him against the floor. As he did that, he took his knife and got on top of him.

You crawled over to UN.

"Go ahead, kill me!" Reich said, grinning. "Let's see if you have the guts to do such a thing."

The organization turned to you. "Look away, (Y/N)."

You covered your face with your small hands and turned around.

When UN looked back at Reich, he was holding a button in his hands.

"Why do you have that?" UN became concerned.

"A detonator. If I press this button, this whole entire building explodes!" He said.

"You maniac! Don't you dare!"

Third Reich smirked.

"Heheheheh… You know what's funny, UN?" He pressed his finger down on the button. "Everyone else has fled. All I was is a distraction. You and your friends are locked up in here while everyone else is gone. (Y/N) was supposed to be taken out of here, but why not have British Empire suffer? After all… I love pain and mayhem!"

The Nazi laughed maniacally, dropping the button onto the floor.

"No!!!!"

UN whipped around and leaped toward you, grasping you and holding onto you tightly. He held you closely as the explosives went off all around in the building.