Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom

Amusement in Anger

Pitcairn Island's POV

I jolt up awake. I breathe heavily, panicked.How much time passed? I was an idiot for falling asleep, but it's not like I could stop it. I look all around me. I'm in a small—what looks to be—medical room? On a hospital bed. Where am I specifically? Where is that country? My head is throbbing.
"Pitcairn, you're okay." Someone says cheerfully.
I turn around a bit to see... Anguilla? Her flag has changed but it still has the same three dolphin symbol.
"Anguilla?" I ask and rub my head.
It's causing me a lot pain right now. Too much to process.
"Yes, it's me Pitcairn, just got a different flag now." She says slightly sadly.
"This sounds like a lame movie quote, but what happened and where am I?"
"You fainted from blood loss, been out for a day or so, and you're at the hidden part of the house of the country that invaded you." Anguilla says nonchalantly.
Great. Even more to process.
"How long have you been here?" I ask Anguilla, now directly looking towards her.
Anguilla stays silent. I can tell it's a tough question for her.
"Weeks..." She whispers. "I... I was the first..."
I feel a stabbing pain of guilt. Someone as sweet as Anguilla. It must of been really hard for her when no one actually acknowledged the fact she was invaded.
"I... I'm sorry Anguilla." I say guiltily.
"It's fine... it's not your fault and there was nothing you could do to stop it. We're just some small islands no one notices exists." Anguilla responds distantly.

I frown at her sad state. It already tells me that this is not a place of happiness but that of psychological torture into obedience. Yep, I can picture how that would work. First off, the walls are metal and the flooring too. Grey represents boredom and depression, it can also represent peace and quiet but that can be used as a method of torture itself. Pure silence. Second off, the tense feeling in the air. It's an unsettling aura that just carries a sense of hopelessness. Thirdly, Anguilla's general appearance. Slouched, tired, fake smile, it's quite a heartbreaking sight to me.
"You must be hungry." Anguilla says moving on from the subject.
Now that she's said it, I do feel quite peckish.
"Yeah, I could do with something."
"Good." Anguilla says and reaches into her trouser pockets. "Take this to eat."
Anguilla hands me an apple and a few biscuits. I am not sure they're meant to be kept in pockets like that. It tells me she needed to smuggle them. I look up to Anguilla. I can tell she's hiding something about these snacks.
"Anguilla," I say and wait for her to look towards me before continuing. "There is something bothering you with the food, your expression says so, and it's quite obvious you had to smuggle these, now please tell me."
Anguilla lets out a sad laugh. "You always were good with analysing situations. I suppose you'll of figured out the purpose and demeanour of this place, too."
I stare silently at Anguilla waiting for an answer.
Anguilla sighs. "That's some of the best food you'll get here. It's a bribery really, trying to make you give up being a British Overseas Territories and except a new life under that countries rule instead so you can get decent food..."
"I don't want it." I say.
"No, you have it." Anguilla replies.
"And set my standards for food high?" I say and raise an eyebrow. "I'd rather starve to prove a point, and you know that I can do that."
"That's a good point, but you went through too much and you need something more nutritious—"
"If that's top food then everyone here needs something more nutritious. We need oily fish, fruit and veg, a good consumption of carbohydrates, protein, calcium and vitamins other important stuff." I list.
"But-"
"I don't want it." I say and forcefully place the stuff back in Anguilla's hands.
Anguilla stares sadly at me.
"Okay... you always keep your mind set on one thing and I can respect that."
I feel a slight bit of guilt for Anguilla, she just seems so sad.
I let out a small sigh. "I understand that you were trying to help and I'm sorry if I came off as forceful, just how I can be sometimes I guess."
"No need to say sorry—"
"Yes, it was very entertaining." A voice cuts off Anguilla from the doorway.

I glare at the country that stands in the doorway. They just smile.
"Anguilla, I'm kind of disappointed that you tried to give food to this small territory, but I'll let it slide because he is weak. Who wouldn't be after all the damage done that The Pitcairn Islands has experienced." The country says and walks over to us.
I grip the hospital bed and grow tense as they walk over.
"What you did was unfair and you know it." I say coldly to them.
Their smile fades into a blank expression.
"I needed something to test out those weapons on and you just so happened to be out in the ocean far away from most countries. It was perfect." They say like it's a normal thing.
I can't stand this countries reasoning and we've barely had an entire conversation yet.
"May I remind you that it was very much illegal. You never checked the islands for life you just went ahead and threw your bombs everywhere!" I say angrily.
They seems amused by my anger so I try to calm down but that's easier said than done.
"Whoopsie. My bad. I'll make sure to do that next time." They say, clearly toying with me to raise my anger.
"There better not be a damn next time." I say harshly.
The country hums. "We'll see."
My anger boils at this country.
"I'm sure you have other things to do Anguilla, you can continue with them." The country says, not taking their eyes off me.
"Are yo-"
"Leave." They say coldly.
"Yeah, leaving, sorry." Anguilla fumbles and quickly leaves the room.

The country looks at me, most likely sizing me up. I stare at him as well not letting the slightest bit of nervousness appear.
"You intrigued me, I must admit." The country says finally looking away from me.
I mentally sigh of relief.
"Anguilla said you were good at analysing, what have you learned about this place so far, huh?" They ask me.
I try and give off a confident look. I don't want this country thinking they own me. I will rebel.
"Well it's quite obvious you use it as a way of psychological torture into obedience. There's enough hints. In the colours of the place, the feeling it gives, the way Anguilla acted, the fact of what she told me about the food, it's all horrible." I say in the same cold tone throughout.
The country hums in amusement. "Well done. Smart one I see. Well, not smart enough to hide in a jungle but we can ignore that."
This country makes me so angry.
"Why do you toy with my anger?" I ask them.
They smile at me. "Why not? It's fun, who knows how you'll react. Will you snap back, fight, stay silent, oh how I wonder."
So he's annoying and psychotic... what a fantastic combo...
"But I like the way you've reacted so far, the cleverness you've shown, it will be fun when you accept that I own you now." The country says.
"I will never except that fact," I say harsher than ever before. "You destroyed my land. Disturbed my peace. Made me experience the cruel punishment of failing as a country. Put me on the brink of death. And you expect me to listen to you in obedience?" I laugh. "You're insane. You're insane. Insane. Insane. Insane!"
"No need to repeat it so much, you sound insane yourself." They say.
"Oh, I'm not insane. I'm mad. Real fucking mad." I say with a harsh smile. "That's what you wanted right? To see the amusement in the anger of others? Well here you go! Here you fucking go! Smile all you want in your dumb evil amusement," I stand up from the hospital bed my blood boiling as I glare at the country with my harsh smile. "Because I. Am. Fucking. Mad."

The country stares at me. A mixture of expressions on their face that makes it hard for me to read. They shift slowly where they stand.
"I have to say, you're anger is filled with entertainment, but I also do not like it. It has a threatening sense to it, towards me. So our conversation ends now." The country says.
They go to grab my wrist but I smack their hand away. They're about to say something, clearly angered by my reaction but I cut in.
"I know you didn't like what I just did but do not touch me."
They angrily look down at me.
"Fine." They walk over to the door and leave the room.
I kind of stand there a bit unsure of what to do. I eventually walk over to the door myself and I step out of the room.
"Ah, Pitcairn! I'm supposed to take you to your room well... it resembles more of a prison cell!" I hear Anguilla call.
I turn to my right and she runs towards me along the metal hallway. I only just realised she's not wearing any shoes, just some socks. I suppose it's so she doesn't make as much noise when walking or running on the metal.
"Um, okay." I say.
"Follow me." Anguilla says with a smile.

We walk along the hallway. I try my best to remember the place. The metal makes everything look similar. Clever design on the countries part. We eventually stop at a certain door. Anguilla unlocks it and opens the door showing me the depressing looking room. She explains everything to me before waving and running off, apparently late in another chore of hers.
I walk over to the bed in the room and sit down on it. It is quite hard but that's never bothered me with beds before. I look to the fake window painting on the wall.

...I'm sure I'll figure a way out...

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Well, well, well another chapter how fun... My motivation won't help me on school work but makes me write daily Wattpad chapters at random... how lovely.

I wonder when we'll get translations again...?

Hope ya liked this slightly shorter chapter, you know the drill:

Stay safe and...

Have A Nice Life!

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