Bound by Destiny | COUNTRYHUMAN AU

Arrival to the air-field

"We're here!" the driver announced. Stretching, I hopped out of the carriage–much to Warsaw's horror–as I took a breath of fresh air. "Ahhhhh, much better," I nodded, feeling the light breeze tousle my hair. "Prince Poland! Please be careful! Who knows if there were attackers?!" Warsaw scolded me. I turned to face him, smirking as I cheekily answered, "Why would there be? We are literally in the most secure place in the whole of Pangea!" Warsaw sighed as he muttered something about me having no sense of safety. I pretended to not hear him. My good mood didn't need to be dampened.

The sky was a dusky colour and there were a few carriages in the distance. They were carrying other royals or rich children. (And when I mean rich, I mean very rich. Very very rich.) This place was called the Pick-up point or air field and it was the safest place in Pangea. As the academy was high up in the sky, the only way we could get there was through a special portal that only the Principal, United Nations, could open. He would pick us up from this place which gave it its name.

Just then, I heard a familiar voice calling me. "Poland! Poland!" I turned around to see Czechia and Slovakia running towards me. They crashed into me, sending me sprawling onto the ground. Warsaw and the servant gasped as they rushed to my aid. "I'm fine," I laughed as the twins were pulled away from me. "Whatever the case is," Warsaw turned to the twins, fury in his eyes, "Next time don't do that! That is a serious security breach! What you did–" I placed my hand on his shoulder as I shook my head. Don't continue. Warsaw grunted before stepping away to help unload the luggage.

"Sorry about that. Warsaw can be a little overprotective sometimes," I apologised to the twins. They nodded, not seeming to really care. I smiled inwardly. The twins, Czechia and Slovakia, were my closest friends and they lived in the capital of my kingdom. They were 2 years my junior but that didn't stop us from forming a close bond with one another. Their father was a merchant who sold alcohol and Papa often bought beer from him. In fact, it was on one of Papa's trips to their father's shop that I first met them.

"How was your trip here? I hope it wasn't too bumpy," I asked them. Czechia smirked as she nudged her brother, "This guy threw up so many times on the way here." "I did not! You did!" Slovakia retorted. They began bickering like two children and I couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not funny Poland!" Slovakia whined.

"Sure as hell is!"

Slovakia glowered at the floor and Czechia's grin only widened. "Oh yea, I heard that the Western dorms are damaged so they might be putting us together for the time being until everything is repaired," she nonchalantly said. "Huh, is that so? I hope if that's the case I'm put with someone good," I mused. Czechia nodded before Slovakia piped, "Rumours say that it's ASEAN's kids' doing. Fighting around and one of them caused serious damage to the place." I snorted. Professor ASEAN had 11 kids, 8 of which studied in the academy, and man were they a handful. Especially that MalPhilIndo trio. If I had to bet, it was probably one of their petty squabbles that led to the destruction of the Western dorms. They were known for causing a hellish load of damage thanks to their fights.

"Well, if that's the case Professor ASEAN is probably not happy with the amount of money he's paying for the repairs. I'm not surprised if he's in a bad mood at the opening ceremony," I answered.

"When is he ever in a good mood?" Slovakia scoffed. He wasn't wrong. Prof ASEAN was rarely seen smiling and often wasn't in the best mood. In fact, the only time I had seen him smile was when that stupid German and China scored full marks on the maths test. Other than that, he was like our old grumpy stablemaster. But who could blame him? Taking care of 11 crazy people was no mean feat even if the 3 youngest were the most mature by far. Add that to his current workload of marking papers and you can understand why he was so grumpy all the time. Sometimes, I wondered if he even got any sleep. Once I counted the number of cups of coffee he had and it amounted to 10 cups. Even Professor EU didn't drink that much.

"MASTER SLOVAKIA! MISS CZECHIA!" a servant called for the twins. Bading me goodbye, they ran back to their carriage. Warsaw came over to my side as soon as they were gone to notify me that all the luggage had been taken out of the carriage. Thanking him, I told him that I was going to walk around the area. "Make sure you stay within my sight. I can't have you going missing around here even if the air field here is considered the safest place around. Do you understand Prince Poland?" I nodded before running off.

*

"Oof!" I fell to the ground with a thud. A man, roughly in his late 30s, was on the ground groaning. When I caught his gaze, he immediately scrambled to his feet as he bowed multiple times. "I'm so sorry Prince Poland! I'm so sorry!" he apologised over and over. He seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack. Stunned and unsure of what I should do, I simply blinked at him. "Berlin? What's–oh," it was that stupid German! Fury welled in my gut. Somehow, it had become a feeling that I commonly associated with him. Whenever I saw him, the red ugly monster would rear its head threatening to bite his head off. Germany looked at me, a small smile on his face. How dare he smile at me! It was almost as if he had heard my thoughts for that smile he wore soon vanished. "I'm so sorry for what Berlin did. I hope you're okay Prince Poland? Is there anything we can do for you?" he asked cordially. That was it. The red ugly monster broke free of the weak restraints that I had placed and it began its attack.

"Oh yes, fine as day. Definitely. Noooo, my wings are still on my back. Mmm-hmm. Yep, so I'm fine. But you know what you can do? GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT! NOW!" I yelled prompting the people in the area to look at us. Germany's eye twitched ever so slightly and I felt a surge of satisfaction. But it soon mixed with my regret making my stomach turn. I shouldn't have...No, he deserves it...but he-

"Of course, we'll be on our way," Germany answered, his voice sickly polite. I wanted to puke. Do you always have to be so damn polite sounding? Germany touched Berlin's shoulder and whispered something before walking away. With the excitement all over, the people turned away, gossiping. I could only hope they weren't talking bad about me. Why would they? Germany's the monster, not you. "Not me..." I muttered under my breath as I turned to head back to the carriage.

A/N: Phew, I did it. Anyways, starting from next week, Ren might get another chapter posted. (I hope. I still have no mojo jojo.) Anyways, if you are reading this from the future, Happy New Year, pull your ear, please be a good kid this year. :) 

Ogay, bye! 

Edit: I realised Poland's flag wasn't there so I had to put it in. -_-