~~~(CH2_Drafting)~~~
It was night now. A man was running up to the entrance of the large palace.
It was France.
"Un Deux!"
"Three Four!"
"Un Deux!"
"Three Four!"
Their voices echoed throughout the night as they invaded the giant building, climbing over the fences.
"I don't care if I get shot!"
"I don't care if I get shot!"
They ran through so many corridors; if not under France's lead, they would have surely lost their way.
"My people are pretty hot!"
"My people are pretty hot!"
As each personified country passed Japan, he handed him or her a machine gun. Each was fully loaded.
"Don't say patriotism's lame!"
"Don't say patriotism's lame!"
The soldiers marched up the stairs.
"We'll win this survival game!"
"We'll win this survival game!"
And filled the room to which they were assigned.
"D'accord, tout le monde! Let us do this for our people!"
The moon shone brightly through the windows, the faint SFX of snare drums piercing the static of the PA system.
Here they were. The people on France's side. China, Hong Kong, Hungary, Finland, Sweden, South Korea, and others. And Jeanne D'Arc, naturally.
"Japan desu. Everything is ready. Neither the Human Assimilation team nor the Island Getaway team is missing any players. I congratulate everyone for having the courage to participate even at such a late hour."
"Bien sûr!" shouted France, pepped-up and ready to go.
The more minor nations, whose name most people couldn't be arsed to remember except for those that lived there, said to themselves, "Nah, we just got drafted.~"
"The rules are the same as I had said during the conference: Until one team takes the other's flag, you are to continue fighting each other until the bitter end. No areas are off limits. You may set up any barricades you may want. 10 minutes from now, I will sound the chime to start the battle. Good luck. All of you."
"Monsieur le Président, oui, monsieur! (Sir, yes, sir!)"
And once again the minor nations thought to themselves, "Ah, we're really doing this, huh?"
With the time limit given and his watch set accordingly, France started to tell everyone his plans. Oh, non, non, he would not be outdone by England THIS time!
"Attention, tout le monde!" Everyone gave him a questioning look. Sweatdroppingly, France decided to stick to strictly English to avoid confusion…
"I am announcing the strategy! Now, without a doubt England is quite the concern. As much as it pains me to say this, no one else but that ex-delinquent is as brilliant in battle as I am."
With a lovely parchment paper, France began to show the countries the layout of the Palace of Nations. "We are on the fourth floor, room 3-F." He marked the spot with a heart. (Home is where the heart is, no?) "The Island Getaway team is on the second floor in room 1-A." He marked their spot with six bold lines, three on each side tilted towards a center. Like thick eyebrows.
"I don't know where they will move out, but we should focus on defense until we can figure out their pattern of attack. Those that defend will be stationed by the stairs and only the best countries should be on line for attack."
"Why stairs?" asked Cuba.
France wagged his finger and winked at the man, causing him to kind of regret asking. "Honhonhon, it's much easier to attack vertically. Narrow halls are difficult for the enemy to maneuver out of. Horizontally, by stairs, it's easier to escape."
"Girls shall be in charge of defense while the men will be out on the offense."
"Psst, Hungary."
"I apologize for the sexism, fellow countries, but this is no time to be worrying about that!"
"Austria?"
"THIS IS WAR!"
"YEAH!"
Hungary left the room.
~()~
Once they were a safe distance away, Hungary began to speak.
"Isn't coming to our room against the rules?" Hungary said, knowing full well that they were and wanted to scold the Germanic nation.
"Why did you go over to the Human Assimilation side?" Austria asked her, ignoring her 'question'. "I thought you would love the island getaway. We, um, have a room to ourselves, remember?"
Hungary was unaffected. She turned in a whimsy, her gun hanging loosely on her hand.
"I don't have to be your ally all the time, Austria."
"But…" He briefly wondered if it would have been wise to bring his firearm, but he quickly discarded the idea of doubting her. "Elizaveta…"
Then again, she wasn't acting like herself.
"I'm sorry but…"
No, it was just the side that he had forgotten.
"Listen," Hungary began, turning back to her boyfriend, her ex-husband with a smile. "The next time I see you, I will be a true Hungarian and shoot you down."
"H-Hold on!"
"Bye-Bye! I'll see you later, Roderich!" And she returned to the briefing.
~()~
"Alright, allies," sounded France starting to go deeper into his strategic details, "we'll engage the enemies here on the fourth floor and advance swiftly taking control of the east stairway as quickly as possible! Easy?"
Hong Kong nodded in agreement, starting to see the intelligent part of France that made him an amazing empire. "I see."
"That's a good strategy, Francis," sounded his warrior for years, Jeanne.
"Alright then," Hong Kong continued. France apparently saw promise in him and made him one of the nations on offense. "Let's move out."
"'kay."
"Yes, aru!"
The two countries also in his platoon, Sweden and China, looked at each other and, in a rare moment of agreement, smirked with confidence.
France's watch ticked and Japan gave the tiny chime through the PA system only for it to be drowned out by the shouting and stampeding of men.
"Go, go, GO!"
The game had begun.
~()~
A/N – Yesssss. This will be told mostly in France's team's POV. XP Sorry to disappoint. And sorry I've been gone for so long! XO This school semester is such a biatch. =.=
Anyway, please enjoy the story! :D
~TMRomance
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Japan stared into the glowing main screen. He had every nook and cranny well-monitored, permission granted by Switzerland a long time ago. It was going to be beautiful.
"Got them pretty stirred up, haven't you?" The voice did not frighten the Japanese though he did not expect it. If anything, the other's presence made for pleasant company.
"It looks like it's going to be a great battle."
"…Yes."