APH Roulette Chapter 1
England hosted a meeting and has some bad news. Enough said.
"What is the bad news ?" Cuba asked. "The bad news is.....well.....I got reports that our superiors don't like seeing us being friendly to each other. They say this is not how its supposed to be. We should be...well...in a war. I don't really know how to handle this but they say if we can't kill each other ourselves, they'll do it for us. I for one rather get killed by a nation then by his superior. Since I know that we don't have the guts to kill each other, I came up with a system. A brilliant one I might add." England boasted."Oh shut the fuck up. Tell them already." America didn't seem in a good mood today. "Hmm...fine. I came up with an idea on how we should kill each other." "You make it sound like its a good thing." France commented. "Ugh....ANYONE ELSE WOULD LIKE TO INTERFERE ?" England yelled. Nobody dared to say a word. "Good. As I was saying, I decided since we don't want to get our hands too dirty, lets settle down for a game of poker instead. The nations will be divided into groups of 2. Each group will then play with another group. But, only one member from each group will play the cards. If that team loses, the player must shoot his or her group member. The game will start next week. Youll have plenty of time to prepare yourselves mentally and physically. Thats it. Well,....meeting dismiss."
All the nations got out of their chairs and headed out. Nobody had smiles on their faces. It was silent. Germany walked out of the room. His coat on his shoulder and hat on his head. Then through the busy people, he saw Italy sitting at a corner by himself. He seemed really lonely. Germany approached him slowly. He knelt on one knee next to Italy. "Hey, Italy. Whats wrong ? You seem sad. Is everything alright ?" "Ve ? Germany ! Err....nothings wrong. I just...have dust in my eye. Yeah, thats it. Eheh...nothing else." Italy replied hesitantly. Germany can tell easily that he was lying. " Italy...." Germany said in a stern voice. "Uhh...well...what England said just now. Does it mean...we can't be friends anymore ?" he said shakingly. "Eh ? W..Well.....its...not like that I think.." trying not to hurt the Italian's heart, germany tried thinking of some lame excuse. "Hmm.....how about this. Didn't England said we work in pairs right ? You and me. As a group. How's that ? " The Italian lifted his head and looked at germany's confident smile. "Mmm...OKAY !!!! So..this means...we're still gonna be friends ? " he asked. "Yes, Italy. We are still friends." "YAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Italy hugged his friend. Little that he knows, Germany was blushing slightly but he hugged him back.
Italy stopped hugging Germany and they both walked home together. In their journey, Germany said, "Italy, this is serious business. If we lose.....I'm afraid....err......oh nevermind." "Ve ? What is Germany saying "if we lose" ?" seems like he doesn't understand Germany. "Oh its nothing. I just want you to take this seriously. Its different now. We'll start training tomorrow. But this time, I'm considering training you on how to handle a gun or play a game of poker. No running, okay ?" "Oh. Okay." Italy knew Germany wasn't telling the truth. They've been friends long enough for Italy to figure out Germany's behaviour.
After some long enough walking, they reached Italy's house. "I'll come at your house by 9.00 a.m. Be sure you're ready by then. Don't make me go and wake you up. Understand ?" "YES, SIR !!!" And so they parted ways one going into his house the other walking back to his own. In his mind, Germany thought " I wish Italy could understand my feelings for him. I should've confessed to him a long time ago. If I were to tell him now,....he would be in great danger. If only........." with that the German walked further and further the wet road to his home.
At Italy's place, he was thinking about something too. "I don't understand. If we have to kill each other, it means one day, even if me and Germany still win, we will have to kill each other. Then.....wouldn't it be........me and Germany are no longer friends ? Why is he still smiling ? Why........" Those two friends never knew each others' feelings that well. If only..........thats the only word that can be used.
To Be Continued.........