Rating: T for death, mild gore, etc.
Pairing: FrUK
Talking: I'M SORRY PEOPLE WHO VOTED.
I have no self-control, so I'll be updating this alongside my other fics. I can't start those yet because the votes are evenly divided! I've already finished this story (and I like it :D) so it won't slow me down. Yes, it's part of a series.
So please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not hold or claim or hold any sort of ownership or rights over the characters in this story: this belong to Hetalia/Hidekaz Himaruya.
CHAPTER ONE:
The meeting is short and small but important. The four of us speak in hushed tones. A map is rolled out in front of us on the table, and we point to pins and read the latest reports as our wings jostle for space.
"Angleterre, mon cher, you were at the border, weren't you?" I wonder, glancing up. The familiar man across from me scowls, furrowing thick eyebrows. I wonder if he'll get butterflies, I think, and quickly decide that England is more of a moth person.
"Don't call me 'mon cher' if you value your life. But yes, I was last stationed at your border with Spain. The Scarlets were very secretive, but they did seem to have a plan. Their attacks weren't random, and they almost always had a strategy that they followed carefully," England explains. I nod along quietly.
"Oui. Do you know which nations are stationed in Spain?" I ask him. England tucks his wings in close to him. He has golden feathers at his wingtips like I do, which he hates. He has more of a lemon blonde base, though, while I'm more of a sunny yellow, so I don't think he should worry too much.
"Spain, clearly. Perhaps Hungary as well. I'm not sure. They seem to be spreading out their nations between units-I don't know why. I would think that it would cause more stress among the nations and make it harder to communicate battle strategy, but they seem to have a good set of messengers," England tells us.
"Russia is somewhere in China, with China and his sons," Lithuania adds. We all glance at him. He's the Brigadier General, meaning he's really only a well-respected Colonel who can sway votes his way. Still, he's one of our best strategists. "Well, it's clear China's got him wrapped around his little finger. We should move a four or five units into a better place to defend Taiwan, Japan and South Korea if they choose to attack."
"There's Vietnam, but she's made it clear that if she joins this war, it'll be on the Scarlet side. We don't want to push her into that. Do you think Japan or South Korea would be able to host them?" Germany wonders, gesturing around the map of Asia. He's the Minor General, and the highest-ranking of all of us. He serves right under the Major General.
"Well…" I glance towards the closed tent flaps, and the others follow my gaze. "We could fly over and ask them right now, or get a Messenger to do it if we don't want to look as suspicious. Is Romano here right now?"
Germany's face is indecipherable. "Nien. I wish the countries could meet openly, but I don't think that'll be possible."
"We're in the same camp-would it really be that bad? I know Taiwan and Japan have been talking, and there's not been any rumors about that. And wouldn't Poland be able to control most of the rumors, anyway?" Lithuania wonders.
England says abruptly, straightening and adjusting his wings uncomfortably, "I have to go. I'll be back in about an hour."
"Where are you going?" I ask. When he says nothing, just sends me an acid green glare, I continue. "Hm… Perhaps you are meeting a lover?" I wonder, my smirk easy and familiar on my lips.
England's glare hardens and he starts saying something, pauses, then glances at Germany. "May I be excused? I have some important business to attend to at noon," he asks, pointedly ignoring me.
Germany replies curtly, "Return as soon as possible. We can't afford to lose your input, especially not now."
England nods in the same fashion, although his wings flutter slightly and betray his pride at the comment. "Very well."
Then he turns and is out the door, wings spread as he takes to the air.
The rest of us turn back to map. "We can probably get away with asking South Korea to host the units we move there, since he's a Colonel and all," Lithuania says. "Poland will do his best to stop the rumors."
"Will he?" Germany asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Probably," Lithuania amends. "I'll convince him to do his best, at least."
"'Probably' isn't enough. We need it to be certain. This is war," Germany says, and so with that idea firmly pushed aside, we continue.
