Ireland crouched down behind a tree, refilling her CO2 cartridge. Looking to the left she noticed it was clear.
"I-Ireland…" Italy whimpered.
"Shush! You're going to give away our position." She whispered fiercely.
"Too late, beautiful." An all too familiar German accent sent a shiver up her spine. Slowly she turned around to see Germany and Japan holding Japan hostage. Reaching behind her back, Ireland grabbed two smoke bombs, throwing them at the ground, she grabbed Italy and fled before her Germany boyfriend could catch them.
"Victory is ours!" She chanted, shooting Germany and Japan in the head with her red paintballs.
"Boom! Head shot bitches-!" Ireland was cut off by a pair of hot lips.
"Lucky shot." Germany said, grinning against her lips.
