Just a small presentation for you guys to understand where the story takes place and how it works:
World Academy is an academy for countries directed by ONU. The main objective is to teach the countries how to make themselves greater and learn to deal with each other.
The countries, students, are decided according to their culture and location. Europa class for Europeans, Asia class for Asians, America class for south and north Americans, Oceania for oceanic, Africa for Africans and Middle East for middle eastern.
Each class has a representative whose obligations are to supervise the colleagues from the class, keep the classmates out of trouble and control the relations to avoid any confrontation or arguing.
From Europa the representative is Germany, from Asia is China, from America is America, from Oceania is Australia, from Africa is South Africa and from Middle East is Saudi Arabia.
The journal had been released that morning. Like usual, butch of propaganda, advertisement of clubs of the academy, economic polls, political views, interviews and for the last, the commentaries about each class. Like 'normal', Middle East has again been the worst, 'too loud, too disturbing, full of violent people, … Saudi Arabia still hasn't managed to deal with all his trouble colleagues…' The rest of the comments just made Saudi Arabia grit his teeth. He hated that journal, he hated them all, always stabbing on his pride, giving grins to his rivals.
Angry, he throws the journal away. He leans back on his desk feeling headaches for the loudly class he was in, but not all, from one side the screams and threats were constant but from the other side, the silence was deadly.
He looks at the loud side. Looks like Israel and Palestine started a fight with balls of paper again throwing indiscriminately trying to hit each other. Jordan ends up to be hit by the majority and started to argue with them in the big mess, somehow Lebanon also joins the arguing fight ending up to receive more balls in the face than actually talk back.
He looks to the quiet side. Syria was never a talking person but got worst, she doesn't move her head not even to the left or right, always straight on her desk waiting for the class to start. Iraq, was right behind her, always observing her or the mess of balls next to him and sometimes he looks back to Iran when he feels the cold stare on top of him. He shivers anytime their eyes met and looks back to the front in fear.
He looks at Iran feeling that cold stare on him now. Iran was like an eagle, always watching, saying nothing. He grins at him, not a friendly one, and Saudi understands perfectly why he is smiling, it was because of the comments from the journal. Saudi's reputation was getting lower and lower, the lowest his reputation the biggest chance he had to lose his position as representative of the class and that's certainly an office Iran would like to take.
"Everything alright my brother?" The incoming words on his ear made him shiver and jump from the chair. Looking aside just to find his younger brother, UEA or just Emirates, look back at him with a warm smile.
Emirates, was a handsome young man, taller than Saudi despite being younger. Like him, he had dark brown eyes, less marked by work and stress. He was always shaved and wearing the best of clothes, even his thawb was from the best fabric. He was an ambitious country, with a hunger for adventure, a bit reckless and vain to be honest, but Saudi Arabia couldn't avoid the older-brother instinct whenever he was with him.
"The journal came out today." Was enough to make the smile from his face disappear. He rests a hand on Saudi's shoulder to comfort him.
"I don't care what that piece of paper says, I like you and we all like you." Saudi grins at his naive brother.
"You, maybe yes, all, not even in dreams." He smiles again giggling low.
"Am I not enough? Let the haters hate, you don't need their opinion."
"No, I need supporters." Saudi rests his head on his hand signing slowly and scratching his trimmed beard.
Their both attention is caught by a happy scream coming from the door.
Oman, a sweet small girl, also younger as Emirates, but mentally more adult, although not enough to make her stop her hysterical moments. Her clothes always caught everyone's attention, not for being immoral but for being too colourful. On top of her white simple academic uniform she always wore a colourful scarf, with diverse laces and a long coat that would denounce her on the far distance. Like Emirates, she was no shy in exposing her richness of jewellers on her neck and ears, not even her fancy watch on her pulse.
She comes running to hug Emirates that hugged her back with the same intensity.
Saudi didn't like much of that vanity from his brothers, especially exposing it to the other colleagues. A strange difference between poor and rich that shouldn't exist among them. It was certainly that more whispers would be made because of that, worst for him.
"Salaam aleikum my brother." Spoke Oman in a friendly mood.
"Alaikum salaam." He spoke back.
"Haven't seen Yemen in a while, is he sick?" Saudi trembles with that question.
"Come on Omani, don't come with that now. You know Saudi and Yemen had a fight." Speaks softly Emirates at her ear. She covers her mouth with her hand.
"Sorry, meant no harm. I'm just worried about my older brother."
"He's okay, he is just too stubborn for now, give him time and he will be back." Speaks Saudi to appease Oman that breaths out in relieve.
"You mean… when he dies of starvation?" That strong and familiar voice made the Saudi's guts twist in anger and contempt. Was no surprise to look back and caught Iran staring at them with pride.
"Don't come ask for a fight you can't handle Iran. You are more a stone in the shoe than a friend to him."
"Oh… Is it such a burden for you that I care for him?" He crosses his arms in an imposing way raising an eyebrow.
"If you really cared you would help to defeat Al-Qaeda not support rebels for your own good."
"You mean… The terrorist group you built?" Saudi's brain twisted to that accusation, having him so close made him want to grab his neck and do what he should have done a long time ago. But not now, not today.
"I will pray for your wicked soul Iran." He turns his back to him looking back at his brothers that watched in silence the arguing. Iran giggles and seemed ready to speak again but another intervention kicks in just in time.
"Good morning class! Sorry, I'm late… Why are there so many papers on the floor?"
Without saying any other word Iran goes back to his place and Emirates and Oman do the same for the beginning of the class.
At the end of the class, Saudi gets out quickly before anyone could stop him for a chat or anything. He knew Emirates and Oman were curious to know more about Yemen, he had already spoken to Emirates but again he was more interested in watching cars than paying attention to his words.
Each class had a department for himself, so was difficult and rare to see a mix between the classes unless someone was interested to visit another from other class. Some had the privilege to get free in the other's department with no problem, others like him had to give a good excuse for it, especially if it was for the Europa department or the American department. Lucky him, he only needed to say the word 'oil' or shake some cash on his hands to let him through, but he didn't like it, he felt used even if he didn't admit. As long as he could, he would rather stay in the Middle East department.
His phone vibrates. Curious he made way to get to the phone to see what and who sent him a message.
"GOOD DAY SA! I need to share some words with you, see you at the social room of the ME department?" Sent America. Saudi looks at the time and with a sigh, he answers back.
"Sure, we met there, give me the time."
The time America choose was interesting, to say the least. Around midnight. Obviously, America was trying to avoid curious eyes and ears, so whatever he wanted to say was definitely important and secret. Saudi didn't even dare to tell Emirates until he finds out how serious the situation was.
The right time came. He got out of his suite on tiptoes trying not to disturb his brother's sleep. Unlike everyone who slept in a T2 with a roommate, Saudi, Yemen, Oman and Emirates managed to get together in a T4. A bribery he wasn't very proud of but he would rather have his brothers close in case of any trouble.
His secret escape was a success, in no time he got to the meeting point where America told him to go. He started to imagine what the problem might be, what would be so important to make it all so secret. His thoughts stopped when by the door of the meeting room he saw another person. It wasn't difficult to recognize her, but her presence only made him wonder even more.
"Israel, what are you doing here?" He asked with lack of patience. Now was clearly why America wanted the meeting to be so secret, it'd sound bad to him and Israel to have a formal talk without any diplomatic relation, even worst because of the tumultuous relationship between her and Palestine, the other Arab Countries would hate him forever.
"Oh… Didn't notice you there." She spoke normal not giving big care for him and opened the door.
Israel was never a person to care about him or try to be friends with him, even though being friends with him would mean be friends with everyone in the middle east, or at least, be protected from. But Saudi Arabia always guessed her interests were more focused on the other side of the Persian Gulf, which made him hate her more.
"Hello, folks!" Spoke loudly America greeting them both. "I was wondering how long it would take you both to get here."
"Hello, America!" Israel ran half the room just to give a big hug to America. Saudi Arabia never understood that sick relationship between them, Israel was unpleasant and rude most of the time, but with America around she was always a nice girl with a soft voice, more harmless than she really was. He couldn't stop thinking this was her brilliant idea to trick America and make him believe she was an innocent trying to survive in the Middle East. Whether it is was or not, he always fell on her tricks.
"How is my little girl doing?" He questions finishing their embrace.
"I'm almost good, still trying to deal with Palestine, he never misses an opportunity to start a fight and then blames all on me."
"I feel sorry Israel, any other news?"
"Well, I'm doing some more advances in our technology, you should stop by my room and see."
"We will get there soon… Saudi Arabia!" He finally seems to remember him, he almost felt forgotten on that romantic-relationship.
"I don't have much time to waste America, please be quick and tell us what you want." In other time, out of the presence of Israel, he would be more friendly with America but being near her always got him on the nerves. Was too much to be polite or nice.
"Hold your horses' pal, I asked you both to come here to talk about serious business." He walks near the couch in the meeting room and takes his long time to sit and make himself comfortable. Israel follows him and seemed not very worried with the time, obviously because she had no one to fear if caught on that secret meeting, he didn't have the same luck.
"What is this business then?!" He was starting to feel frustrated for all that hesitation in America, he simply smiles at him and invites him with a hand to sit. Israel looks at him numb not understanding his hurry either.
"Relax and take a sit, my friend." Groaning he sits like he asked and waits for his answer. " The business I want to talk about is the Middle East, things aren't famous by your sides. Saudi, I know that most of the people here trust you and see you as an example but Iran has been doing a great job of giving them doubts."
"That idiot fools them with lies! He tries to blame me for their misery when it's him who creates their misery!"
"Is that so?" Hearing Israel's sarcastic voice made his anger grow.
"Excuse me, did I asked Zionist's opinion?" Israel's eye turned cold with the word and was almost to answer back when America interrupted.
"Please, guys! I need your focus to make this plan successful!"
"What plan could that be?" Asks Saudi tired with all the plot.
"Listen first, till the end, please. I want you to know this was not only my idea, others support this and I also believe, with your help and collaboration, this can also end up good."
"America you kill me with curiosity, whatever it is we can handle it." Israel starts to become more impatient with the slow talk and anticipation from America.
"I hope so… Please follow my plan. Israel is right now one of the best countries in the Middle East, not only due to her tolerant and moderate policies but also in strength and army, and Iran knows it, that's the reason why he wants desperately to get support from the others and to have that he needs to break the other's trust in Saudi Arabia."
"Are you going to present a solution for all of this?" Saudi felt thankful for America trying to help him but till now he wasn't telling anything new, he already knows all of this and recalling it only made him more frustrated.
"Kind off, but the solution will depend on you both. I hope you understand I'm not forcing you two to do anything but right now this is the best solution." He stops talking to study their expressive and curious faces. Israel doesn't take much time to make him continue the conversation.
"Which solution?"
"I'm sorry my dear but I can't always protect you, it's time you make more friends, inside the Middle East." Saudi's head breaks finally understanding his anticipation and honestly, he understands now why all the fear in coming to the final conclusion, but Israel doesn't seem to get it due to her subordination.
"What are you talking about?! I got you and all Europa with me, who else would I need? Have you forgotten how it went with Iran? He was my only and best friend here and now he is out of his mind and wants to kill me, I'm not going to risk again and trust another country in the Middle East."
"Dear, I'm afraid you won't have a choice, it's a matter of survival. There are too many problems in Europa right now and I'm afraid I'm having them too, a closer friend would mean bigger safety for you."
"Excuse, where do I enter in all of this? I mean… what do I get for sending my hands to the fire for this little one?" Speaks Saudi looking with scorn to Israel.
"What? What makes you think I wanna be friends with you?"
"Think a bit Israel, why would America call me and only me? I get his point, being friends with me would mean be untouched by all the Arab Countries, at least to those who follow me, which involves the majority. But what I don't get it's what I would win with your so-called friendship."
"Israel has very advanced technology and lots of weapons, having an ally like her would make Iran turn back on his evil plans." Answer America.
"Wait right there! No way my people would accept a coalition with him, he kills people for being homosexual, punish them for drinking, whips women for being raped and sends to jail anyone who says a word against their religion, I can't be friend with a person who has no respect for the human rights and freedom of expression. Being friend with him would be like be friend with ISIS."
"How dare you?!" Shouts Saudi Arabia rising from his seat with rage.
"Please, don't fight, or else there won't be any more solutions left for the Middle East." Intervenes America pushing Saudi back to his seat. Israel doesn't react with the temperamental explosion of Saudi Arabia, looking at him with superiority. "Have you ever took just a minute to speak with each other? Try to find any trace in common?"
"HAHA… Me and Saudi, something in common? There isn't anything we have in common!" Laughs Israel.
"Between Iran and Israel, can the Devil come and choose." Said Saudi with an unfriendly face.
"Come on guys, I want the best for you, look, I'm not asking you two to make a permanent coalition or even a formal alliance, but you both need to understand that there isn't any other way, whether you help each other and create balance in this place or you can prepare yourselves to be overpowered." They both make silence understanding what he meant but still giving each other bad looks and ugly faces. "Happy to see you at least took it into consideration, but we may need a bit more of time to speak better of this. If you excuse me, I will be back in a minute, I'm gonna get some food, you know I can't reason with an empty stomach." With nothing more and despite Israel's low complains, America leaves them all alone in the room with nothing to do until America comes back.
The time tick-tacks slowly, neither enough comfortable to speak. Israel ends to get up and peek on the window. It was already night and the only illumination out there was the candles, the sidewalks were empty as expected, no sound but crickets and howls in the distance. Bored, Saudi starts to tap the fingers on the couch hoping the minutes to be fast and that at least America would have a bit of consideration and bring them food too, which he feared he wouldn't.
"What a pretty night out there, wish I could take a walk." Spoke Israel calling Saudi's attention. She didn't turn her face from the window, probably thinking to herself out loud. He decides to ignore and tap the fingers again, the only thing he could think to pass the time. "The constellations are so visible tonight." She speaks again out loud making Saudi confused, she didn't seem to be speaking with him but also couldn't shut her mouth.
"Can't you keep your thoughts to yourself?" He speaks without thinking, when she turns back with angry eyes he knew he spoke too much to a girl like her to tolerate.
"This is not your land and you can't stop me from speaking my mind, if I want to speak I speak. Don't like it? Move then."
"No need to be that aggressive, I just asked, but clearly you can't hear a word without turning it into an offensive attack." She comes back to sit in front of him not changing her furious stare.
"I know very well with which intention you made the question. For you, a woman should always keep her mouth shut. Watching a woman speak freely annoys you."
"Nonsense, I have no problems in hearing a smart woman speaking, you just don't fit the profile." He knew he shouldn't try to start a fight with her, but America was too far away to stop him and she also seems to don't care about politeness on this occasion.
"If I'm not considered a smart woman then I don't know how to describe your lack of intelligence if it wasn't for America and the oil you would be nothing."
"Look who is talking, you only become a country thanks to America."
"True, but before I ever became a country my people had already the fame of making money fast due to our cleverness. With the creation of a Jew Nation was inevitable to me to become a success in such a short time. I might be small but no one can touch me or beat me. I can even dare to say I only needed 6 days to beat you all, can't I Saudi Arabia?"
That argument made Saudi's wrath boil. He wished she was wrong, it was a shame to remember those 6 days where he supported Egypt against her, not just him, the majority of all Arab Countries supported that battle against Israel, still, she managed to win and take a vast piece of land. Was a crush on everyone's pride, he never thought he could ever feel so much fear and anger for the Jewish nation on that time, but he learned the lesson, never mess again with America's little girl.
"Let's hope you can give the same show with Iran." Her pride goes away with that remind and turns away the face. Saudi didn't get that attitude of her like she didn't want to talk about the business why they were there. That's it, they needed to make up their minds before America arrives, probably that's the reason America vanished for so long, he wants them to get to a consensus and make a deal to take down their mutual enemy. " What do you think about Iran?" She turns to look at him, with a worried stare.
"I think he is being screwed."
"You have feelings for him?" Insane. How could America want them to join forces when one of them had weak feelings toward Iran? She turns an ugly face with the question.
"No way, I just feel sorry for his people, that's all."
"So, in case of a hard time, you would be ready to fight him?"
"I'm ready to do anything that's necessary to keep my existence, even if it means fight Iran." Saudi grins with the positive sign, something that made Israel mad. "But don't think I will go to war just for fun or because I desire, I'll only attack when necessary."
" I don't think otherwise, but we must both be honest that at this point we won't avoid a war if we don't join forces, or at least, intelligence cooperation."
"Even if we did, it would be an offence against the other Arab Countries, will make you only lose more support."
"Maybe, maybe only if it comes out." He speaks scratching his beard and thinking. "Do a real alliance is out of question for now, but it doesn't mean we can't work together, just till we fix things between you and Palestine." Israel lets go a surprised laugh.
"Me and Palestine? How can that change anything?"
"Well my dear 'smart lady' right now the biggest reason for Arab Countries don't accept you it's due to your aggression with Palestine, if we can come up for you and Palestine to make peace there won't be any other reason for others to hate you, or so I hope, then we can talk about a formal alliance."
"Honestly, I think there's more reason for your people to hate me, and I call it racism and jealous." Saudi sighs.
"Look if you don't see a point on this just say it, I don't want to waste time on something it won't work." Israel seems to mentalize the situation. She sighs sadly brushing her brown hair with her fingers till the tips.
"The question is, would you stand me?" Saudi couldn't avoid a smirk with that question. Was Israel admitting she was annoying?
"I'd make an effort to stand you."
"You seem open with the idea to do a secret alliance, wonder why, are you so desperate to beat Iran or there is more I don't know?"
"You don't know me so well as you think Israel, I'm not that cold and heartless country you think I'm."
"I just speak what I see."
"But you can't see what I feel. I want changes, not only in the Middle East but also in my government I'm tired of being compared to ISIS, I'm tired to be a joke for oppression and anti-feminism thing, or whatever... I want to improve the image of my country for a better way, you know."
"That's a surprising out of the closet."
"Shut up." Israel finally shows up a happy laugh, one that made him smile too without knowing why.
If the situation couldn't be more peculiar, Israel made it unique. She got up from the couch again, still laughing, and sit down again but beside him. Saudi cut the smile with that simple and unexpected approach, one he never thought to would be having with Israel.
"So, what should we call our relationship from now on?" She asks in a friendly way, a way she only used to use when speaking with her true allies.
"I'd rather we didn't call it nothing yet."
"Right… a 'secret' relationship. It sounds strange."
"I agree. You almost made me feel bad for myself speaking that way, I'd rather be just special friends."
"No, that's already taken. America comes first, sorry." Saudi Arabia gives a comprehensive grin. "What about friends with interests?"
"I don't really care what we should be called and I never hope to get a reason to worry about that." A friendly silence is made, till Israel breaks it with a much more relaxing tone than Saudi is used to hear.
"We might have more things in common than an enemy."
"Like what?"
"Our bad relationship with neighbours. I have problems with Palestine and you with Yemen."
"The problem between me and Yemen is Iran."
"The same as I, if Iran stopped giving weapons to Palestine he wouldn't feel encouraged to keep fighting a war he can't win, he only hurts himself even more."
"You have a point. It's the same between me and Yemen."
" And not just in this we on the same track, you know… about Syria and other places."
"Yes, we may have mutual interests but that doesn't make us similar."
"Of course, you still have a long way to be as good as I am."
"Excuse me?!" Shouts Saudi Arabia making Israel laugh, even more, again he couldn't feel enough angry with her.
"But seriously, I hope you can improve yourself." Saudi doesn't say anything back. He looks to the watch in the wall to check the time.
"Where the hell has America gone? Is he eating a full restaurant?"
"That wouldn't surprise me."
"I'm tired of waiting." He gets up from the couch. "I'm leaving, you stay?"
"Well, I wanted to show America my advances but if he doesn't show up I can't stay here all night waiting for him."
"What advances are those anyway?"
" Well, it's secret." She speaks with anticipation.
"If we going to be allies or something like that, you could give proof of trust." She seems to think about the subject.
"It's in my room."
"Okay, let's get out before America caught us and let's see it." Israel's eyes wide open in shock.
"You want to come to my room?" Saudi understands her confusion and concern, barely friends and his approach was more aggressive than expected.
"No mean no harm, just real business." Israel sighs in relieve and gets up in no time.
" I'm more comfortable then." The two start walking side by side out of the meeting room speaking slowly to not be heard. Their long conversation on the hall evolves from business to gossip without them noticing it.
"… That's the reason why I don't stand Syria, she always gets on my nerves."
"I'd guess you a bit jealous of her by the way you talk."
"No, I'm not!" Saudi makes signals to her to cut her tone and she puts her hand on the mouth trying to keep her cools. "I'm not." She says more calmly.
"Yeah, of course… where are we?" He asks when she stops out of sudden.
"At my door." She speaks as it was obvious. She takes the keys out of her pocket and puts them in the lock. "Please don't touch anything." With a click the door opens. Israel makes way for him to pass.
Saudi Arabia didn't even know where her room was, neither imagined what she could be hiding inside of it. The room was too big for just one small person, inside there was just a simple single bed in the middle of the room, the walls where occupied with shelves filled with diverse large books very used, underneath there were desks, two or three, all together in a mess that only Israel could see an organization. Whatever she was working was big and promising.
"Like my room?" She asks after shutting the door.
"Well… not very far from what I expected for a nerd."
"Thanks." She passes by him to reach some papers on the messy desks.
"Was not clearly a compliment." She shakes her head showing signs she was understanding, but he sees she didn't pay attention to him, she was too focused on the papers.
"I hope you like drones." She passes some papers to his hand.
"Sounds interesting." He speaks paying more attention to the plans on his hands.
"It's my masterpiece… I only have here the plans but I can show you the real project at another time."
"I'm kinda interested in these." He lands the papers back in the desk.
"I'm already selling, want it?" He sighs.
"Buying drones from you? I'd be called a traitor for that."
"Come on, don't you know to use your imagination? If you're smart, no one will know it." He holds the chin thinking on it.
"I'll take your proposal into consideration. But I'm surprised you so comfortable in selling it to me, I was expecting a more suspicious behaviour especially after the stab on the back Iran gave you." Israel rolls her eyes and mumbles something he can't ear.
"Don't think I find you special, I won't trust again like I trusted Iran. I'm searcher and a scientist, if you ever decide to buy this when you finally get them I'll already have better in my power."
"Always improving your weapons, I see."
"Gotta be the best." She leans back to her desk writing something he couldn't see. He takes more time to inspect her room, noticing two more doors, one probably the bathroom other the closet room he thinks.
"Don't you have a roommate?" He asks.
"And who would be okay to share a room with me?" He nods understanding.
"Didn't think about that."
"I can't complain, I like to have my big and messy space. Anyway, the better candidate I would have would be Palestine but I guess the directors were afraid we'd start opening holes on the walls."
"Sometimes I can't understand if you hate him or like him."
"I guess you can say I got used to him, much more pleasant than other neighbours."
"Yes, you see Syria as the worst, I know." She grins and turns to look at him.
"We already get into each other." He smiles back and looks one last time around, doesn't see anything more interesting and looks back to Israel that stays quiet with nothing to speak.
"Was amusing to know you better Israel, but I guess we can end it for this night. Don't want my brothers to freak out if they don't find me."
"They would freak out more if they saw you here." Saudi approaches the exit door, feeling Israel walking behind him. He grabs the knob but doesn't open the door yet. Hesitating, he looks back at her find her with a curious stare focused on him.
"Do you think this would really work?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, us."
"It would be great if it would, what do we have to lose anyway?"
"I have a lot actually." He looks back to the door laughing at his own unlucky track.
"Hey, you not forced to anything. If you want to keep on your safe circle, just do it."
"Is not it… I just… I want but…" Saudi felt like a mess, he sighs stressed, rubbing his face with both hands.
"I get it." Israel speaks softly landing her hand on his shoulder. "I'm scared too, you not the one I'd expect to end up with."
"Are you disappointed?" He reaches her hand to push her away, not in a rude way.
"Surprised, that's all. I don't really care after all I been through just don't ever do one thing."
"What?"
"Betray me. If you ever just try don't blame me for the nightmares I'll cause you. I mean it." She speaks back in her natural aggressive way he was used to hearing. He giggles not finding actually very funny but couldn't show the opposite feeling either.
"I already got Iran to deal with, don't want a fight with you either."
Israel comes back to being soft, surprising him with a big hug he never thought he would have with her.
"Good, be nice to me and I'll be nice to you."
She opens the door to let him get out, still in shock for what she did.
"See ya around Saudi Arabia."
Hello there :)
As you can see this kind of story could end up to have more chapters but, due to my lack of time and the fact I'm not a native English speaker I'll let it for now as a one-shot story... But depending on the number of reviews and readers, I might reconsider my decision.
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