Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom

The Falklands; Part 1

?????????'s POV

Having freedom is weird. Well I'm not exactly free. I now belong to England apparently but I'm not too sure England actually realises that, as I haven't got a letter from him. I know that he'll be on Patriam island and I would go there to have discussion with him but it's harder for smaller nations to look after their people and land from far away.

I sit at the top of one of my many grassy hills as the cold wind blows my hair. I sketch out the beautiful landscape in front of me. I love the beauty of my land and my favourite thing to do is sit down and capture its beauty within my sketchbook. I could sit here for hours. I look out at the ocean...wait...What is that?

I squint my eyes, as if it will help me see better. It just looks like a grey blob in the ocean. Possibly a whale? Although that would be odd for the distance of which I can see it at. Soon more begin to appear. They seem to be heading in this direction and they're definitely no sea animal, they would of gone under the water at least once by now. That means they are ships. I close my sketchbook and put the pencil and rubber in my coat pocket. I need to know what type of ships those are, incase they could be an enemy.

I run down the hill quickly. I'm use to the rough terrain by now. I sprint along the grass until I get to my small house. I quickly swing the door open. I don't usually lock the door because there aren't many people living nearby and it's not a big population on my island anyway. I run to my room. I dump the sketchbook on my small bed and run back out the house, this time locking the door behind me. I shove the key into my pocket, realising I forgot to take the pencil and rubber out but I just sigh. I can't be bothered to put them in the house now.

I begin to run again. I should consider entering the olympics at this point. I get to the top of one of my hills to look at the grey blobs again. They're making progress and it's obvious now that they are ships. Where are they planning to dock? I have a lot of pockets on my big jacket which is so long it acts like a dress on me and goes past my kneecaps. I like to use the pockets a lot for holding useful stuff. I pull out a mini telescope from my pocket, extending it out like a pirate would in a child's movie because real life pirates are entirely different and a whole lot more violent. I look at the ships. They're military ships. It's obvious by now they are most likely unfriendly. I follow along with my telescope estimating in which way they are going. Crap. They're heading for Stanley. That is where most of my population lives.

I look back at the ships with my telescope. They have a flag. I can identify what country they are from.

...No...

...Not again...

"...Argentina..." I say softly to myself.

There is another flag that I do not recognise but it's mostly red with some symbol in white. I slightly panic at the sight of it from the stories I heard about WW2 but then I calm myself as there isn't a black swastika present. I wonder what they could want, well I don't know about that other country but I can almost certainly tell Argentina will be there. He may be my family. Well. Britain owned me before he did, but I've grown much closer to Britain, although I can't really make a choice between the two. If he comes here for the reason of taking me back, I will simply tell him I wish to be my own country under no ones rule. That way there shouldn't be any fighting as I don't think Argentina would forcefully take me...right? We are slightly family after all... but he most certainly will still hold a grudge with me. Even if in reality it was Britain who refused to let me go. I guess I saw that as him caring for me and is why I never left in the first place but now I would like to stick with England until I am ready to fully be my own country.