Singa made sure that the winged children were definitely gone before stumbling out of the debris. She gently prodded her broken leg, which was already healing. Surprisingly, a broken leg, a dislocated arm and a few bruises were the only thing she had gotten. Maybe because she wasn't from this universe, so it would be impossible for her to get seriously hurt. And top it off with a Nations' healing powers, she'd be nearly invincible.
"Hey, Allen?" she called to the violent maim-loving brunette. "You hanging in there? Good. Now let's get moving before we're late. No, scratch that, we're already late. Plus if we go late you might 'miss all the fun'," she said in the most serious voice she could.
She heard a string of 'F*ck you Singa's as the nineteen-year-old-looking mass murderer stumbled out of the den-like hole they had created when falling.
"You'd better not let Ollie hear that," she called.
Another string of curses.
Singa smiled.
Even though Allen was a red-eyed blood lusting violent maim-loving nineteen-year-old-looking blood-spilling mass murderer, Singa still liked him. Not that way, of course, but he was her friend. As far as friends get in the 2P world, anyways.
Allen emerged from the hole-thingy and leaned heavily on a big pile of debris, his cuts already healing. "So," he said conversationally. "Do you think you can manage not to kill Kuro today?"
Singa's eyes darkened at the mention of her half-brother. She hated him, and didn't hate the fact that she hated him more than anyone else in the world. Her eyes didn't darken, oh no, they brightened. From a dull shade of maroon with became brighter so it was dark crimson. "I... will try," she said through gritted teeth. "But do not blame me if the meeting ends up as normal."
When you hear the word, 'Normal World Meeting' what do you think? Stiff, orderly, old people arguing but never raising their voices. The 1P world meeting was definitely not normal.
And the 2P World meeting was in a different league.
The reason why the 2P Nations didn't hold World Meetings as often as the 1Ps (Maybe once in two years?) is because it always ended badly. Even when everyone was in a good mood. Because on even the luckiest of days, the world meeting was sure to end up with blood covering the floor and walls. On the worst of days there would be bullets, shards of glass, knives and even little bits of flesh lying around.
And, of course, those dreaded cupcakes.
Singa was now terrified of cupcakes. Or, more specifically, vanilla cupcakes with bright pink or baby blue frosting. Absolutely terrified. She avoided them like the plague. Allen and Matt found out about the weird phobia and laughed at her for days, until she told them how she had gotten it. They had looked absolutely disgusted.
She was fine with pasta, even Flavio's pasta. She had tasted blood quite a lot of times, and the taste didn't really bother her anymore. She was also immune to poisons- a thing she had developed while living with Oliver.
"Are you coming? Or do I have to knock you out then carrying you to the meeting? 'cause I really don't want to," Allen called.
"I'm coming," she replied, snapping out of her thoughts and her eyes resuming their normal dull red color.
DISCLAIMER: How could I be awesome enough to own Ze Awesome Prussia? Or Max's sarcasm?
When they got back to what they called 'home', the flock was greeted by a lot of hugs and, in Fang's case with Brigit Dwyer, cheek-kisses. Max scrunched her face up, disgusted, and turned away from Dr Redhead and Fang. She didn't want to seem jealous, staring at them. She wasn't jealous! Not at all! She was just... just...
While trying to think of a word to describe what she was feeling (other than 'jealous' of course) she was unaware of someone approaching her until that someone enveloped her in a hug. "I'm glad you're safe," said Max's mother, Dr Valencia Martinez. "I'm glad I am, too," Max mumbled into Dr Martinez's shirt, trying not to cry, and hugged her even tighter. "Speaking of which," Valencia said, smiling. "You came back in time for you to attend that meeting we scheduled. You can also try to ask them to close that-what was it?-the Chu Cooperation."
Max nodded, stepping out of the hug, looking embarrassed.
"I wonder what they're like?" Valencia asked half to herself.
"Probably old, stiff, orderly fellas in suits that think they're talking to quiet, agreeable kids."
Valencia smiled mysteriously. "I've heard that these 'fellas' are quite different from ordinary government officials. They're way more important and have been informed that the child who is talking to them has gone through many hardships."
Max grinned back. "Do they know about the wings?" she asked almost hesitantly.
Valencia shook her head. "No. They just know that you guys-meaning the Flock-are very special children. I think you'll like them. John Abate told me that they'll understand you more than normal people would."
The brunette girl raised an eyebrow. "So they've been in to-the-death fights, trapped in dog crates, lived in total fear for six whole months, and been hunted their whole lives," she added a lot of sarcasm to her statement. (A/N: If only you knew, Max, if only you knew.)
Her mother smiled again at the sarcasm. "Maybe," she said, laughing. "I've heard that there are two conferences, but you'll only speak to one group. When I asked if we could speak with the other, we immediately got rejected. "
"Maybe because the second group are full of weird, old men who have gone insane!" Iggy said, having heard their conversation. (A/N: Oh, Iggy, you have no idea how right you are.)
Valencia laughed again,"And I've heard some were bringing their children along, so you won't be the youngest there. You could make friends."
"Oh, and Iggy, I heard that one of the representatives from an Asian country is very good with explosives," a voice cut in, and the trio looked down to see Angel smiling at them. "Gazzy can't wait to meet him."
Seriously. If only they knew.
Should I continue?