Look at me, the person who is terrible at languages and only just realised that Argentina speaks Spanish and so he should be saying "Falklands" in Spanish!
Wow I can be stupid.
Welp, he's going to be calling 'The Falklands' 'Las Malvinas' now or "Malvinas" for short. I might go back and edit it too so...yep.

Oh and the mystery country will not speak their language because that will give it away completely so you can imagine that they're saying other countries names in their language until the chapter where we find out who this country is! Exciting, huh?

Enjoy!

No ones POV

Argentina pulls Falklands away from the edge of the cliff. He has the urge to pull her into a hug and say how sorry he was but resists. Falklands has tears running down her cheeks. She's not sure if it's from the fact that she surrendered or how scary it was to be dangled over that cliff. The other country just stands there in silence. They all do that for a while. The silence is soon interrupted by the low growl of the other country and their head twitches but a lot more violent than the other times. It seems to trigger something in Argentina as he does the same and after this is done Falklands feels like she lost any power she had felt before her land was taken. She feels smaller. Weaker. Very sad too.

"We're done here." The other country says.
Argentina nods and he holds a tight grip on to Falklands wrist as they begin to walk back to the ships. Falklands tried her best not to cry at the sight of Stanley and her soldiers. They stopped fighting as soon as Falklands surrendered. Once the country is gone there isn't much you can do. Except a revolution in later time of course. There were quite a few cases in which humans have stood up to countries despite the fact of how much stronger a country is compared to a human. But almost all the time, a lot of blood will be spilled. But that seems to be a natural thing in anger.

Falklands head hangs low as she's dragged to the ship. She doesn't want to see the sad, angry or disappointed look on her soldiers faces. She doesn't want to see anything. She just wants to close her eyes and listen to the waves crashing on her land, or what was her land. She just wants to have peace. But that's seems to be an impossible thing to achieve in this world.

They walk up the gangway as everyone watches. They make it onto the dock and the country that cannot be named, goes to the helm of the ship and begins to get everything ready to leave. It took a day for them to get Falklands to surrender where as with the other nations the other country managed to claim them in less than a day because of how small they were. Falklands was one of the bigger Overseas British Territories and so would be harder for them to obtain; Falklands would be a lot stronger too.

Argentina takes Falklands through the ship. They make it to a room halfway through one of the hallways. Argentina opens the door and walks in. Falklands just stands in the doorway. Argentina sits down on a bed. It has a mattress and blankets on it, it even has a white towel along the end of it like many hotels would; although this is far from a holiday cruise ship. There's even a bedside table.

Argentina looks at Falklands. They hold an awkward stare for a few seconds before Falklands looks away at the small glass window in the room.
"I um..."
Falklands looks towards Argentina as he speaks
"I need to change out of my military clothes,"
Falklands gets the idea. She steps out of the room and shuts the door. She leans against the wall and looks down the hallway. She contemplated running away but doesn't as she knows she'll get caught.

A little bit later Argentina opens the door. Falklands moves into the doorway but is hesitant when thinking of walking into the room. Argentina walks up to the bedside table and rummages through the top draw.
"I thought I put some in here..." he mumbles to himself. He kneels down and begins to search through the second draw instead.
"Ah-Hah!" He exclaims as he finds and pulls out some bandages. Argentina looks towards Falklands. "I need to clean and bandage your wounds."
Falklands just stares. She eventually nods her head. She walks over to the bed and sits down.
"I hope this isn't awkward for you but I need you to take off your coat and shirt." Argentina says slightly nervous himself. It shouldn't be that awkward I'm her father after all, He reassures himself.
Falklands is hesitant but undoes the wooden pins on her coat and takes it off. A thin blood stained hole on the arm of the coat and a longer diagonal blood stained cut on the back. The blood is harder to see on Falklands long-sleeved, plain black shirt but when touched you can feel just how much Falklands has bled. She has such a strong will power it's hard to imagine how she never passed out. She removed the shirt to reveal the knife wounds. The one on her arm is very deep and looks like it would be easy for infection. The one on her back may be bigger but is certainly not as deep making it at least a bit more bearable.

(I am not a medical expert so if you end up suffering from a knife wound, I recommend taking information from a proper, reliable and non-made-up source)

Argentina feels guilty but doesn't dare to show it. He grabs his water bottle and the small towel that was laid on the bed.
"I just want to apologise as I'm no professional." Argentina says awkwardly.
Falklands just stares in silence not helping Argentina's confidence in any way. He focuses on her arm first. He holds her hand and extends it out so he can look at the wound better. He unscrews the lid to his bottle and proceeds to wet the towel. God I hope I'm doing this right.
"Soap." Falklands says.
Argentina looks up at her slightly confused.
Falklands roles her eyes. "You need soap."
"Ah right, my bad."
Argentina quickly runs out the room on the search for some soap.

He comes back a few minutes later with some normal soap.
"Um, it's all I could really find." He says as he goes back to Falklands who was still sitting quietly on the bed.
She looks at the soap knowing fine well it will be painful. "It will do."
Argentina stares guiltily at her for a little bit before going back to looking at her arm.
He applies the water and soap and rubs the wound carefully with the towel. Falklands slightly hisses and bites her tongue.
"Sorry." Argentina says.
"Just get it over with, please."
Argentina continues to clean the wound as best as he can. Once satisfied he grabs the rolled up bandage. He wraps it around Falklands wound tightly and layers it many times before stopping. He attempts to tear the bandage but ends up failing.
Falklands rolls her eyes again.
"You need to go to a medical or survival school sometime." She states and reaches for her coat folded on the bed. She searches through the pockets trying to find the right one. She finds the pocket she's looking for. Argentina watches as she pulls out a pair of scissors.
"Do you have everything in that coat or something?" Argentina slightly jokes and takes the scissors. He cuts the bandage leaving a decent length left over which he ties into a knot securing the bandage.
"Tight enough?" He asks Falklands.
She moves her arm a bit, testing the strength of the bandage. She looks back to Argentina and nods her head. He smiles, happy to of gotten it right.
"Time for the back." He says picking up the towel again.

He proceeds to clean the wound. This time Falklands is in a lot more pain as the wound stretches right across her back but she manages to cope better than most countries would. Argentina takes the bandages and tries to bandage the cut as best as he can but it is a proven difficulty with the angle And where it's at. He finishes with the bandage, cutting it with the scissors and tying another knot. This bandage covers most of Falklands torso. She looks slightly unamused but is happy that at least something has been done. She decided to not say thanks though. Although the guilty Argentinian managed to tug at her heart enough for her to give a thankful smile before returning to a blank expression as she begins to put her shirt back on.
"Hey, wait," Argentina stops her.
She gives him an annoyed look.
"You need a fresh shirt and coat."
Falklands thinks about for a few seconds.
"A shirt, yes. But I keep the coat."
Argentina nods and takes her to find another shirt.

-Tiny Time Skip-

They soon make it back to the island. No words being shared between the three of them as they once again walk down the gangway. The other country had also changed out of his military uniform. This was to not cause suspicion if they were spotted by another country. They walk along the island trying not be spot by any country but as they turn around a corner they bump into none other than Chile. He wears his star eyepatch as always. He has a normal blue and white hoodie on and some black leggings. He has his lizard like tail out and it gently swings as he stands there.

Chile looks at Argentina and the other country, also not too sure of their name.
"Hola Argentina!" He says with a small smile showing his sharp, pointed teeth. His eyes travel down towards Falklands.
She looks at him with a pleading expression but doesn't say anything as Argentina grips tightly onto her wrist. So tight it feels like the blood is leaving the top of her fingers and hand altogether.
Chile then looks back to Argentina, a serious look on his face. "Argentina... Please don't tell me you did what I think you did..."
Argentina grows tense and nervous but manages to keep a blank stare.
"No I did not, Chile. I'm actually kind of hurt that you thought that of me," Argentina says putting on his best acting skills. "As you know, this is my daughter and once I heard that she was a free nation I wanted to see her and make sure she was getting on okay."
Chile raises one eyebrow.
"I thought that UK owned Malvinas and I know he fell apart but I thought he was made up of other countries, wouldn't Malvinas belong to one of them?"
Argentina almost has a panic attack. Can't he just leave me alone for once. He thinks to himself as he searches for an excuse.
"Nope. Apparently not." That was all he managed to say.
Chile didn't look too convinced but eventually smiled.
"Okay, I must be behind on the rules then." He says and rubs the back of his neck slightly embarrassed. "Well, I have to go now it was nice seeing you. ¡Adiós!" He then proceeds to walk off in the opposite direction of which the other three countries were heading.

Argentina lets out a sigh of relief.
"My hand." Falklands says almost inaudible.
Argentina turns to face Falklands. "What did you say?"
Falklands lifts her other hand and points at her wrists where Argentina still holds his tight grip. "My hand." She repeats.
"Oh! Lo siento," Argentina says and loosens his grip but still holds onto Falklands wrist.
Falklands lets out a weak sigh.

They continue to walk along the edge of Patriam Island, taking any hidden path as much as possible. They eventually make it to the other country's house.

Falkland's POV

A house?

I'm getting taken to a normal house?

I thought they were gonna bring me to some military base or lab to torture me or make me do hard labour. I mean, it could be that inside the house is completely different to the outside but I don't know. Depends on how much technology has improved over the years as well.

We walk up to the front door of the house. My wrist aches from Argentina's strong grip. The country that I still don't know the name of goes up to the door and unlocks four locks before opening the door. Paranoid much?

We walk into the house, or more like they walk in while I'm dragged in by the wrist. To my surprise it looks just like a normal house. Living room, kitchen, staircase, hallway with more rooms along it-all of that stuff. It's a big change to my little cosy house where everything was connected in one big room except for the bathroom so you had some privacy.

We walk into the red and white country's office and me and Argentina both watch as they pull books off the shelves of their big bookshelf.

I'm slightly confused. What are they- the bookshelf swings open revealing a secret passage leading down under the house. Ah, so we're in a movie are we?

Argentina drags me down the passage. I'm really fed up of him dragging me around. I can walk just fine myself. Besides, I guess I belong to him now—as much as I hate it and I don't really stand that much of a chance at escaping. Not right now at least.

The metal clanks loudly with each step we take. It's really confusing these hallways. We take a few turns and I already feel disoriented. The halls are all metal so they all look the exact same, almost exactly like a maze. We get to one hallway and I instantly get a bad feeling.

The hallway is long and dotted with, what looks to be, cell doors. We walk down this hall and I look at the cell doors. Within some of them I see other British Overseas Territories. I feel so guilty at their sad or scared faces. Speaking of their faces, some of them are grey with no flag. I can only assume it's because their flags are being redesigned for the other countries desire. I really don't want my flag to change or become grey for years as another is being designed.

We stop at a door and the red and white country unlocks it. My heart picks up speed and my instincts tell me to run but Argentina's grip stops me. He stares at me struggling to back away from them and try to escape. He only chuckles and grabs a tighter grip on me and pushes me into the cell.
"If you need anyone, Malvinas, press this button or buzzer, same thing really." He points to a red buzzer next to the door.
I don't say anything, just let out a low growl. I don't want to speak to them.
"I'm guessing that means you understand," Argentina says. "Well, I hope you understand why we also need to take that long coat of yours."
Argentina walks up to me with his hand out ready to take my coat.
"No!" I say harshly and back away from him. "I keep the coat..."
Argentina looks on slightly annoyed.
"Fine..." he says. "We're gonna search the pockets and take away any weapons though. No. Other. Options."
I nod in agreement. I just want to keep the coat. It's the closest thing I have to home right now and was a gift my people gave me to celebrate the discovery of me... I really let them down...

The two countries search through my coat pockets as I stand still. They take my scissors, my knife and it's leather cover, a very small wooden spear, my lighter, a small vile of poison (don't get any funny ideas, that's for the animals that keep eating my food) and my multitool. I have to say, they took my deadly stuff for sure but I still have plenty of stuff that could be harmful if used in a certain way.
"Okay, that's all." The red and white country says. We make eye contact and I give him a cold glare. He replies with a sharp toothed grin. He better stop being so annoying or I'm gonna curse word him.

I watch as they walk out the room and shut the door. I look around the room. It really does look and feel like a prison. I stand up and walk towards the door. I look through the small barred window on it. I may not be able to see Argentina and that other country but I can hear them. I decide to eavesdrop.

"They had the RAF supporting them and many of England's troops meaning he knows about the Overseas Territories..."
"That doesn't mean he knows that we're behind this..."

I'm too far away to recognise the accents and tell who's who but I try my best.

"I guess you're right..."
"Write a fake letter..."
"Good idea..."
"Make Malvinas write it to make sure the handwriting is the same as the one she already sent him..."

I didn't know they knew that I sent England a letter.

"This is good and all but won't England get suspicious as more of his territory disappears?"
"That is a valid point too..."
"Break him."

That sent a chill down my spine. Whoever said that did it cold and harshly.

"How would we do that..."
"He's got a bad history,. One even I would regret. Use that against him...Break him..."
"Well, seems like we've got another job to do..."

Then the conversation ended as footsteps approach my door. I back away. The door opens and Argentina stands there.
"I know you listened to all of that now come and write this letter..."
I stand up and follow behind him.

...I should of been stronger...
...Now England's being targeted...

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I feel as though I'm going to regret this twist with the extra work it gives me. Welp, just means this book isn't going to end anytime soon... hooray!
(for you lot at least)

Sorry this chapter took longer to come out than usual. Writers block sucks big time.

I also want to say thank you for

6K reads!! Holy cheese on a cracker dudes why are you reading this? It really makes my day that you all are enjoying this crappy book and most of your comments make me laugh and I'm sorry if I don't reply but I read them all nonetheless! Thank you once again!

Spanish Translations:
•"Hola="Hello
•¡Adiós!"=Goodbye!"
•Lo siento,"=Sorry,"

Sorry for any incorrect translations, as always.

Anyway, stay safe and...

Have a nice life!

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