Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom

Five In One, They're All Gone

Bro, I wrote this when it was late okay. That rhyme came into my head and I had to put it as the title. It's dumb but I don't care. It rhymes so that automatically makes it epic. I don't know, put some rhymes in the comments describing this chapter.
Yes, that shall be interesting.
Watch absolutely nobody do it—

Sunday—Pitcairn Islands POV

I feel a bit better now. I still feel occasionally sick due to radiation but I'm coping. Although I've become very paranoid. Any sound of a plane engine and I become very restless with fear. I don't want to be bombed again, but I know it will happen. I don't see the point in bombing me, I'd rather just be invaded. I suppose this insane country just wants to have some fun, if you can even call that fun. It's certainly not for me.

I was checking around the island, making sure everything was okay. I do this on a daily basis. I think it's important to make sure your islands are okay, I've just not been able to check my other islands. I could, but I get really anxious. What if a bomb hits the island that I'm on? I don't want anyone on any islands that aren't Pitcairn. It's for safety reasons. I at least think this country isn't insane enough to bomb the island where the whole small population is. At least I really hope so.

I'm going along my beaches when I get a feeling of dread. Of in depending doom. I begin to slightly panic. It's going to happen. I know it's going to happen. I need to get somewhere where I can cope with what's about to happen. I begin to run. Adamstown isn't too far away, I want to alert someone there before heading to my home. I ignore the path and just run through my forest. I know my land well, I know the shortcuts.

I feel like it's going to happen. I'm going to be bombed. I just feel it. That sense of dread, of doom, it just doesn't set right with what's happened. My legs begin to feel tired as I eventually see Adamstown ahead. I slow down just a little bit, so I don't become extremely exhausted. I reach the town and I instantly head to the one human I really trust. I reach their house and knock on their door really fast, non-stop, till they finally open the door.
"What is it Pitcairn?" They ask annoyed as always, one of the things I like about them.
Their expression soon changes to that of worry when they see my panicked state.
"I-It's going to happen. I know it. I feel it." I say worriedly.
"First of all calm down," the human says. "What do you want to do?"
"I-I-I..." I take a breath in. "I want to get to my house so I can cope with this attack and so I don't panic anyone on the island." I say.
"Okay then. You can get going and I'll take care of any issues raised for now, okay?" The human says.
"Okay." I say with a sigh.
"You're strong Pitcairn, I know you can take this. Now on you go." They say.
I nod my head and wave goodbye as I begin the trek towards my house.

I don't know when the attack will commence but I hope I can at least get to my house. After this though, I am going to contact the RAF. They can shoot down the bomber planes. I just fear how this country would retaliate to that. I also fear that the RAF won't get here on time. I am on the other side of the Earth in the South Pacific Ocean, of course. There is a lot of things which would be hard to tell. But all I can do is hope. Hope for something.

I soon make it to my house and I open the door with an exasperated sigh.
"It's going to happen soon..." I whisper to myself.

I shut my door, my feeling of dread only increasing. It's making me begin to feel sick. I set up my house so I have everything I think I would need in my grasp.

Done.

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...

The feeling of dread is becoming almost unbearable and I'm breathing heavy. I go up to my bed.

And everything happens slowly...

My ears pierce with a loud sound and I clutch onto them. I can hear the bomb in my ears and it's painfully loud. I begin to stumble as pain stabs at my body. I bite my lip so I don't scream as my bones feel like they're breaking, like how my islands are breaking. Whenever I close my eyes I can see the light of explosion and my island being destroyed, which makes me painfully keep them wide open. I fall over onto my knees. I begin to get the sick feeling in my stomach and I clutch onto the bin I put by my bed. The black venom flows out my mouth. One. It represents that I've lost my land. The remains of it... gone. The pain stabs me and I can barely move. I hate bombs. I clutch onto the bin harder as the same step repeats. Two. Shit. It's Ducie and Acadia and the other islands around them. I ache in pain at the exertion of getting rid of what was once me. Here we go again. Three. My mouth burns with the vile taste and my throat itches. You can do this Pitcairn, just count it all down. I take deep slow breaths. I can feel the liquid rising up to my throat in a highly uncomfortable feeling as the process repeats yet again. Four. One more, one more, fuck man that's part of me. I just lost them... and so fast. I cry as the process repeats once again. Five... that's it... five islands gone... five parts of me... gone... the only thing representing them is the vile liquid before me, as I breath heavily other the bin. This is my punishment. I was suppose to lead and protect my land. The punishment for that, is the horrible thing I just experienced. It's meant to teach you, but I don't understand why it's such a harsh way of teaching. It can be hard to understand as well, but you get the message after a while. You failed at what you were put on the earth to do. You can't afford to fail. That's the tough life of being a country. A being vital to keep other beings alive...