The baltics were sitting in the conference room staring at anything but each other. The meeting had been over for quite some time but none of them could bring themselves to actually leave. They all felt as if there was something that needed to be said, however none of them knew quite what it was.
They hadn't seen much of each other in the past few years, not that any of them particularly liked the others, but still, they had gotten used to seeing each other. They had gone from seeing their little group together every single day and then one morning they woke up and they just weren't together anymore. They lived so close together, and yet none of them could make time to get together.
Estonia took off his glasses and cleaned them on the hem of his shirt. "So," he said, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. He lifted his glasses up to the light to see if they were clean. "When should the three of us meet again?"
Lithuania stared down at his hands. "It's a little unsafe right now. No one knows what territory is with what side. I don't think we should get together until after the war is over."
"It won't be long now," Latvia muttered, looking out the window at what was soon going to be a medical station.
"Where should we...?" Estonia started to ask.
"We'll meet near Switzerland," Lithuania threw in. "It should be safe there."
Latvia shook his head. "We can't. America is supposed to have a conference with Switzerland. Isn't that a little..."
Estonia's phone started ringing, cutting off Latvia. He looked down at it. "That's my boss," he stated. "I have to get going. I'm late for my meeting with him. In fact," Estonia looked at his watch, "I should've been there ten minutes ago."
"I missed a call," Lithuania mumbled as he opened his phone. "I must be running late, too." The two nations stood up and looked down at Latvia who was still staring out the window.
He looked up at them, startled. "Uhh...Right...Yeah...I...I guess I should be going, too." He stood up and the three nations shook hands and exchanged "see-you-soons."
Estonia and Lithuania ran out of the room as soon as they could, late for their meetings. Latvia sat back down to stare out the window and watch the medics set up.
It was chaos all around and Ancient Rome had only just been able to pull his allies, Veneziano and Spain, away for a quick conference.
"Who is this?" Ancient Rome asked, kneeling next to a man who looked as if he had been badly wounded.
"This is the American sergeant that saved me from being captured, Grandpa!" Veneziano smiled down at the man from over his grandfather's shoulder. "Thank you! Tell Grandpa Rome what was happening out in battle before you left."
"It was hard to tell who was winning," the sergeant started. "Both sides had equal casualties which meant no one was willing to back down. They were just trying to get the upper hand, but neither could get on the step above the other. There was a traitor in Ireland's army and he had gained a following. Luck was definitely on his side, he was chopping down our soldiers like a lumberjack in a forest." The American chuckled," And yet, luck was not enough to save this traitor. America Laughed at his luck and took the traitor away. I do not know what became of the traitor, but America saved all of out there. We would've lost if he hadn't have intervened."
"America!" Ancient Rome smiled. "As worthy and brave as he always says!"
The sergeant sighed then. "But the victory was short-lived. America sent the traitors away, yes, but as soon as they were gone Prussia sent in a large group of new soldiers. They were fresh out of training and were no where near as fatigued as our soldiers."
"What about America and England? Weren't they worried? It couldn't have been encouraging to captain troops who were so worn out."
"Of course!" the sergeant laughed. "This scared them about as much as Sealand scares Belarus!" He shook his head. "The fact that their troops were tired only made them fight that much harder, with that much more force. They made up for the slowness of their troops ten fold." He shuddered as he took in a breath. "I'm feeling weak. My wounds must be tended to."
Ancient Rome touched the sergeant's shoulder. "Your words, like your wounds, have brought you honor." He gestured to some Roman soldiers who were standing behind him. "Bring him to surgeons." Ancient Rome stood and tilted his head. He heard footsteps approaching. "Who is coming?"
Veneziano and Spain poked their heads out of the doorway.
"It's France!" Veneziano answered.
"By the look in his eyes you can tell that he is a little frantic. I bet that he has some news to give us," Spain added.
"Nice to see you, Ancient Rome," France bowed his head slightly when he entered the room.
"Where have you come from, France?"
"A few miles north of here, where Prussia was leading his troops. He was assisted by Ireland. We had thought it was just some of his soldiers that had gone rogue, but they were really just following Ireland's commands. The two were fighting as vicious a battle as they could make it, but America met up with Prussia and matched him shot for shot. The Prussian Army fled and we were victorious." France smiled widely; it wasn't very often that he was able to announce a victory. He was suddenly glad to be the one to deliver the news. Everyone was looking in his direction with such happiness.
"That's great news!" Ancient Rome said loudly. "We should have a few drinks to celebrate!"
"One more thing," France said, bringing the attention back to him. "Prussia's boss wants us to sign a treaty with him. We told him we wouldn't sign anything until his military had retreated all the way back to his home and he paid us all 500,000 American dollars. We figured he could figure out all of the conversions himself."
Ancient Rome nodded his agreement, and then he added, "Ireland shall never get the chance to betray us again. I move for exile. He can live in Prussia if that's what he wants." He looked at France. "Deliver the news to America; he is the new Ruler of Ireland."
"Of course!" France smiled. "I am glad that you trust me with something so worthwhile!"
Ancient Rome nodded and turned away from France. "What Ireland has so foolishly lost, America has earned."
A/N
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