You were an investigator, one who examined crimes and mysteries and tried to find out who was the culprit or what it was supposed to be. You were pretty experienced at your job, and you got a lot of praise from your peers!! But then some rumors began to go around. And, no, not about you, but about these strange beings called: ‘countryhumans’. Some bullshit like that. It sounded ridiculous!! Countries as.. humans? How does that even work?? They were described of having their skin the color (or colors) of the flag they ‘represent’, and- pfft- couldn’t it just be facepaint? Anyway. Enough with the smartass thoughts of yours and other peoples. You, by your chief, were said that someone found an actual countryhuman and the rumors were true.. countries as humans. You get the point. He said that you were gonna be on a mission to go and find the guy, and that he was the countryhuman ‘Guatemala’ and resided in the same country. He also said he would pay for the plane ride there and yada yada..

You waited a day or so and eventually got on the plane and headed to the place, which took a couple hours but you eventually arrived there and headed to the capital (where he seemingly resided in). You walked around and tried to ignore the beautiful scenery, and got more info from your boss. He said that Guatemala was located close to where you currently are (-whatever town-), and is close to the nearest river and is hanging out around there. You immediately sped walked to the river and saw a guy with his hoodie up despite the warm weather, and you walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder. You then forcefully turned the man around and there it was.. a countryhuman. They really weren’t lying, huh? Guatemala asked what was going on and seemed extremely confused and flustered, so he must’ve not have gotten a warning when spotted, ehh? You explained the situation to calm him down and said you had to be brought to the nearest police station. You began to walk to the place, him in cuffs..

Guatemala and you arrived, and you brought him to the front desk and the people seemed weirded out by the colors on his face, and the symbol especially. You explained the situation once more, and got yourselves a room so he could be interrogated by you. Both of you arrived to the room and walked inside, Guatemala still in cuffs confused but slightly more relaxed then before. You got out a notepad and pen, beginning to ask questions and writing down the answers the countryhuman gave you. Question after question, minute after minute, you eventually got done with the questions, but right before you were gonna leave to report the info to your boss (on call since he’s still in a different place).. Guatemala hesitantly said something which might just have changed many, many things about this strange ‘countryhuman’ concept that happened out of nowhere..

“I-I mean: why the interrogation anyway? There are plenty of us out there..”

He stated. There were more??