Hitler-chan paces the pews of a run-down church, and run-down run-of-the-mill homeless surround her perimeter. An oh-so-colorful set of hues used to color her view, but now a darkness has ensued her downfall. So-so are the times when morning sun brings not comfort and warmth, but a wake of hunger and burdensome scavenging. Too-too does Hitler-chan miss those times…
"Hitler senpai, Stalin-chan is here for the quarterly meeting in the Quarters'' Quarter." "Mm, QQQ." Hitler Senpai comes to a stand and sighs, for she knows Stalin-Chan is going to flaunt her communist ideals and half-baked Marxisms. It's always the same with that brick in the wall. She storms through the hall, graceful, practiced steps with her straight of hair bouncing behind.
Vis-à-vis Stalin-chan now, Hitler Senpai sits, and Stalin sit-up-right with her hands laced in lap. Her cap is completely white, along with her general effort of a general's coat. "How are the human cogs in your machine? Dusty, unmaintained I presume." Hitler Senpai scoffs with a smirk, and Stalin-chan gives a subtle smile. "I could ask the same for you and your fascist delicates, sorry, delegates." Hitler pauses, and before she brings the burn, Stalin continues, "I'm not here to measure up to you, even though I enjoy a good pissing contest." "Then what might be on the agenda, Stalin-chan?" Stalin grins and leans forward with interdigitating finger work, "Hitler Senpai, I've seen your blitzing thrust and plowing manpower. I must have that sort of tact in the snuggery." Hitler Senpai is taken aback, and her ephemeral feelings are afoot with dilating eyes and a beaming radiance of her cheeks. She stands with a theatrical arm slash of the air, "I shan't uptake such an offer with Germany-chan on my shoulders, and especially without proper, courting. I'm no, African tramp." Stalin mischievously grins taking in the performance, especially noting the dominating breast indentation of her uniform. "I will work up to such a trust, and in doing so will ask for your hand in courtship. Hitler-chan, I know you despise my governing systematics, but generations bring these mechanics into the very fabrication. I'm a much more gentle, yet advancing and courteous lover than dictator. I can fully dictate that my word and my hand are absolute here."
Stalin-chan takes a prideful stand but keeps to her friendemy's facial expression, her deep black eyes with pupils alight. She takes in their allure, already discarding the 'glory' she so self-gave after acknowledging her word's worth. Hitler Senpai's whole bodisome beauty once again catches her.
Hitler-Senpai takes back to the wall and looks down in embarrassment. "You are a venomous snake that wishes to spread your fruitless lust! You won't venture my garden like you do in my political harvest, I will have hand in the standing statement Stalin-chan!" Hitler-Senpai flees to recover herself as Stalin-chan sighs. "Always getting all biblical when pinned. It's so cute, almost innocent Senpai…"
Meanwhile, over there! Sweden-chan adjusts her camera and passerby chitter chatter about her creepy get-up. She stands atop a hill with a sniper, camera, and sniper camera in a trench coat, and she offers pleasantries to those who pass. She's just getting comfy, watching the show. WWII, here she comes.
Meanwhile, somewhere!
Japan-tan dives into her bed, watching Sweden-chan's films of WWII. She's always admired Hitler Senpai's 'take if you like it' attitude, and she has followed suit by taking over China-sama's farms. Her pink hair and petite body, fair skin, small shorts, and girly voice all total-tally to a fangirling loli surrounded by used Ramen noodle cups. She grins, zooming in on Hitler-Senpai any time she appears, over laughing to her bombarding roastings. She sends a heartfelt email to Hitler Senpai. "Please send nudes." Japan-tan reflects on her email and tweaks it a tad. "Please notice me Senpai."