Brotherhood (New Zealand Countryhumans)

Escape

New Zealand's POV:

I had underestimated the fall from the window, so when I landed in the bushes below I got a few too many cuts and scratches. I checked my pockets to make sure I still had my battleship and photo. Still there. Before I left I had changed into some of the clothes France gave me. Black pants, a t-shirt, a blue scarf and the hoodie. I felt bad, she was nice to me. But I didn't feel comfortable calling her Mum and even worse, I was leaving Aussie behind. Earlier that day we were playing with the rugby ball together.

I was getting distracted. I had to continue.

I got up and dusted the dirt and leaves off of my clothes. I walked silently through the backyard, hiding behind trees and bushes. I finally made it off the property and began walking through backstreets. It was hard to navigate in the dark, in an unfamiliar place. It began to rain a little and I was thankful for the hoodie. The rain became heavier and the hoodie wasn't providing much rain protection any more. 

I saw a small light in the distance and began wandering towards it. As the light came into view I noticed it was a small pub. I went inside to dry off but was immediately kicked out. I continued to walk a little further but my eye-lids became heavy. The cold rain kept me awake long enough to find a small paddock dotted with a few white sheep. I climbed over the fence and made my way towards the sheep. I had a good relationship with sheep, they seemed to trust me.

Five white sheep were that last thing I saw as I gave into the tiredness overwhelming my brain. 

...

I woke up early in the morning to the sound of morning birds tweeting. I let out a yawn and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I was surrounded by the five sheep who were sleeping in a circle around me. They were quite big and strong. They started to wake up one by one and eat the grass but they still stayed close to me. My clothes were still very wet and my cuts and scratches were showing through the tears and rips of my clothes.

I heard a gate creak open from the other side of the paddock and the footsteps of someone wandering through the field. The sheep had made their way over to the footsteps.

"Hey, what is with you guys? I saw you all sleeping together last night. You guys have never done that before" I could see who was taking now and he saw me. He walked passed the sheep and over to me. I was too tired to get up so I let him approach me.

"Hello, are you okay?" It took me a second to realise he was talking to me. 

"O-oh yeah I-I'm fine" I managed to say through my sleepiness. He looked at me, noticing my cuts.

"Here, come inside. It's much warmer" he held out his hand and helped me up. "My name is Wales, by the way".

UK's POV:

"WHAT!!" I was getting angry by the second. Netherlands said he was a troubled child, but I didn't think he meant this.

"Yeah,  I checked his room and he wasn't there" I had asked Canada to wake New Zealand for breakfast but came back telling me he had gone.

"Australia! America! Do you two have any idea about New Zealand running away?"

"New Zealand ran away! I'm not surprised" America was no help but Australia was oddly quiet. 

"Australia. Did you know anything about this" I said to him directly. I could tell that he knew something. "Australia, did you help him run away?".

"No! of course not! I just know that he left last night after dinner" Australia snapped.

"You knew he was gone last night and you didn't tell me!?" I was getting frustrated. It was usually hard to not be frustrated at Australia because there was nothing you could do to punish him. I tried taking away his snake but I got bitten and when I tried to take his Weet-Bix and milo away, it turned out he had a hidden emergency stash. 

I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

"Okay boys, since you are no help to me, you will go looking for New Zealand and bring him home," I said somewhat calmly. I kicked the three of them out the door and began to call France.

"Hello?" France said over the phone.

"France dear, I have a problem" 

"Oh dear, what is wrong?"

"New Zealand has run away!"

"WHAT!! You let our son run away!?" she sounded just like me. We worked out a strategy for finding New Zealand and hung up.

I walked around town looking for New Zealand and the only lead I had was at the pub, where my friend, Germany said he had kicked out an under aged boy last night. I continued my search until late in the evening when I received a call from France saying that she finally found New Zealand. 

I made my way there as quickly as possible only to see France staring through the window of a small house. I looked closer through the window and saw what France had seen. New Zealand was sitting on a couch covered in colourful bandaids. He was talking to someone but they were just out of view. I decided to knock on the door.

My old friend, Wales, answered the door.

"How may I help you?" He said cheerfully.

"I believe you have my son."

"New Zealand? Sure I will get him for you." The door closed and it took a while to realise that New Zealand was escaping out the back. France was already running after him when I started running as well. New Zealand was fast but clumsy and he ended up tripping over nothing and landed face-first into the ground. France knelt beside him and wiped the dirt from his face. By the time I had caught up to them I was out of breath.

"New Zealand, You are coming home right now!" I said between breaths.

"KAHORE!" He violently yelled back at me (NO!). I slapped him hard across the face and he went silent. A small tear rolled down his cheek.

"Do not ever raise your voice at me! Especially in your pathetic language".

The sun had set by the time we got home. I refused to give New Zealand dinner and sent him to his room. Australia was the only one concerned about him but I wouldn't let him see New Zealand.

I walked upstairs to New Zealand's bedroom. He was already climbing out the window again.

"There is no point in running away again," I said. But New Zealand ignored me. He was halfway out the window now. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back inside. I closed the window and pulled out a set of old metal cuffs and clamped one side to his wrist and the other to the bed.

"There. I didn't want to use them but until you learn to accept the rules of this house, these will stay on." I didn't like being harsh but it worked most of the time. New Zealand had been crying and looked like he would cry again if I pushed him any further. He struggled on the cuffs for a while before giving up. 

"I will send one of your brothers to get you in the morning." I said finally before leaving the room and locking the door.

Australia was standing outside the whole time and seemed genuinely concerned for his new little brother. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, I didn't know. I just sent him to bed as well.