"What? Where?" She looks around finding no good place for them to hide.
"They will take some time to open the door think quick Israel!" He whispers.
Nervous, she reaches the window and tries to open it but then realized how idiot would be since they were on the 3rd floor. She had a blank, no idea what to do next.
"Quick!" Whispers Saudi already hearing the footsteps coming closer.
Israel gives a last look at the furniture and opens a cabinet that lucky seems to have enough space for them to get in.
"Here Saudi." She whispers already getting in.
"We won't get in there! It's too tight!"
"Get in or get caught, choose." Saudi groans but tries to get inside. Get in was easy, the furniture was high in height, but small in length and accommodate the space with Israel wasn't helping. They had to interlace the legs to be able to get their full bodies in and Israel ended up on four on top of Saudi's legs so he could shut the furniture's door, right when someone was inserting the key on the door to open it. Israel still risks moving to find a better position but Saudi stops her from moving when he hears the footsteps inside the room.
"Have you got everything prepared?" Speaks Germany.
"Yes, lets hurry with this about Iran, I don't want to waste my Sunday with Middle Eastern stuff more than it should." Speaks England.
"I'd like to know how I got into this in the first place." Speak softly France.
"That's what you get for trying to be important." Answer England.
"True." Speak France again. "How long will it take for everyone to get here?"
"They are coming. Russia said he would accompany Iran till here and China will probably be late." Speaks America.
"How usual." Mumbles France.
"Are you guys sure about all of this?" Asks America.
"About what?" Asks Germany.
"Give permission to Iran to have nuclear power, I know it will help him create more jobs, save more energy and help his people but aren't we forgetting a small big problem on all of this?"
America's affirmation made Israel and Saudi stare at each other in shock for what they just heard.
"Come down, we won't give him permittion so easily, we will keep an eye on him and we are still deciding only the terms. Don't bother yourself with that yet." Answers Germany.
"I have a feeling this will be a big mistake, once he gets it we won't be able to control him 100%, he can end up creating nuclear bombs."
"You and Russia also have nuclear bombs. I'm surprised you fear more Iran than Russia." Speaks France.
"I fear both, but Russia isn't stupid and fool like Iran. He's very bold and I don't know if I should take his threats in vain or take them seriously."
"Iran is vain and boastful, but I know him for a long while and he's the type of just threating, not very of actions." Speaks France.
"Anyway, even if he gets nuclear bombs in secret, I don't think you're his possible target." Comments Germany with a small laugh.
"Oh damn." Laughs France.
"Damn you nazi bastard." Mutters Israel under her breath, tousling unconsciously Saudi's fabric.
"Shh…" Whispers Saudi trying to put away her hands.
"I don't care! If we can, why not avoid a tragedy?" Asks America.
"We won't let get to that point, relax, we were just kidding." Answer Germany the moment the door opens again.
"Sorry we late." Says Russia.
"Happy to see the majority here in good shape." Saudi and Israel shock by hearing Iran's voice. "Should we wait for China or start speaking of business?"
"We will start." Answers Germany.
Minutes of silence are made, only sounds of movements, walking, seating and small whispers Saudi and Israel couldn't hear.
"We will need more time to make this decision, but we can first start to discuss the reasons why you wish this type of resource and if we can trust you and your boss to grant you this material." Starts speaking Germany.
"Obviously I mean no harm, I need it to create jobs, things aren't going so well thanks to the abusive sanctions imposed on my people."
"You wouldn't have them if you knew to control your tongue." Speak America in a harsh way.
"Don't you like freedom of speech? You seem upset with mine."
"Honestly, I fear your true intentions, I think you plan on hurting someone once we remove the sanctions." Speaks America.
"Nonsense! Have you any idea how my life is?! You attacked all the companies who were doing business with me, almost anyone wants to invest with me because of you, there're too many unemployed, many dissatisfied people, I don't think other thing than help them, how can you accuse me of that? Have I ever beat someone? The last time I had a real fight I was playing in my defence, do I have to remind you that?"
"No Iran, we get it." Answers France. "We'll take your hard moments in consideration, just be patient."
"Okay, enough of this, lets start…" A door open interrupts England.
"Sorry I'm late!" Shouts China.
"Till time, sit and Let's discuss the possible terms of this deal." Continues England.
Half an hour passes like hell for Saudi and Israel, both almost out of breath for the limited air and incapable of moving a muscle due to the lack of space. Saudi tries in the loud moments to adjust his legs but they're stuck under Israel's body and Israel can't avoid the need to give a rest to her arms and lay down the torso on top of Saudi making him mumble and sigh in anger for her touch, but not able to do anything about it.
They felt themselves reach to the limit after more 10 minutes. Saudi can't no longer feel his legs, couldn't focus on hear them speaking. Israel shivers in frustration and gasps because of the lack of air circulation, feels her forehead dripping sweat on top of Saudi's thawb. He didn't seem no notice thanks to his own sweat. Keep it down was becoming a hard mission to them, almost impossible, they even asked himselves how haven't them yet been caught.
Russia's words gives them a silent joy.
"It's all for now, I gotta go, we will continue this other day." He seems to get up and with him China and Iran also say the goodbyes. England and France seem to go right after. Germany takes some more minutes before leaving.
"Close the door, will you?" He speaks.
"No problem, I got it." Speaks America being the only one behind.
Israel and Saudi hoped he would leave immediately but instead it sounds like he sat back.
"Can't… Take it." Speaks Saudi feeling his body full of cramps.
"Don't…" Gaps Israel not able to finish her sentence.
Saudi tries to move his dead legs and in an uncontrolled movement he kicks the furniture too loud. Israel jumps feeling her hot sweat turn cold when America also jumps with the incoming noise. That's it, they were screwed.
"What the hell?!" Shouts America getting up in an instant.
Israel never felt so nervous for hearing America's footsteps and she usually always enjoyed his coming, but in that moment, was terrifying. Saudi also tenses with the foots coming near, pulling Israel closer is despair when the door of the furniture suddenly opens.
Israel doesn't avoid a quick small scream surprising America for her presence there. They stare at each other, America with no words to manifest his shock in seeing them.
"I was hoping you two'd get close, but not that close." He finally speaks making them awake and look at one another.
Saudi lets go Israel and forces his muscles to get him out of that place and breath the clean air. Israel follows him more weak and shivering, but manages to get up in front of America not able to look him in the eyes with shame.
"How long have you been here?" Asks America noticing Israel's condition. "God, you look terrible."
"I… We… I'm very tired." Tries to speak but she felt still too dizzy to make a reasonable sentence.
"This world is full of traitors! And you are one of them!" Shouts Saudi pulling America's arm to turn him around.
"Me?!" He questions in shock with Saudi's aggressiveness. "You were the ones who were terribly spying, seriously, I expected more of you than hide in the furniture."
"Can't expect good spy skills with Saudi, he ruined my great plan." Mumbles Israel leaning in the furniture still trying to breath correctly.
"I ruined?! After all I've done you have the courage to say that?! Don't think you will be able to sit on my shoulders ever again Missy!" He shouts at her, crossing his arms and turn his back to her.
"Sit on your shoulders?... Never mind. What the hell brought you two here anyway?" Asks America.
"Israel told me about your meetings with Iran, and I had the unhappiness to hear today you consider the option to give nuclear power to him. Seems like you forgot all the things he said and says against you."
"And that he wants to destroy me!" Shouts Israel, already restored, getting beside Saudi. "Why did you let this happen? Don't you love me anymore? Am I not good enough now?"
"No, no, Israel, I'd never trade you or let anything happen to you. Iran will only get nuclear power not nuclear weapons." Answers America trying to calm down both of them.
"Pft! Ghabi American… He doesn't need your authorization to build nuclear weapons, give him the toys for it and you will see."
"I must agree with Saudi, this was terrible you will start a war in Middle East for this."
"No, I swear I got everything under control and we were just talking, discussing the preparations. Iran doesn't have the nuclear power yet, Germany is going to ask the opinion of the others Europeans and then we will decide."
"How can you even consider this?! You have gone completely mad!" Shouts Saudi bringing his hands to scratch his hair inside the ghoutra messing it up.
"I will take your worries in consideration with the others, don't think I forgot about you both."
"It seems so! Iran will certainly kill me!" Shouts Israel felling her belly bubble with anxiety.
"Look… Let's stop for now, okay? You stayed there inside for too long, you both so nervous you haven't stop shaking, let's rest and we will talk other day." Says America scratching his forehead to keep down the nerves.
"We won't forget." Mumbles Saudi taking the steps towards the door. "I'm tired of this room!" He says closing hard the door.
America looks at Israel that still keeps the angry look.
"I will convince the Europeans to not let this happen." America gives him a friendly smile in consideration.
"Sweetheart, they want more this than ever, you really think if it was up to me he'd get what he wants?"
"What's wrong with you? You weren't like this before, you have become softer. Even North Korean laughs at your face."
"I'm just trying to be peaceful…"
"It's not working!" Shouts Israel interrupting him. "I want the fearless America back, the one who knew how to be a boss and keep everything in place. You let others take advance for you."
"Sorry but I'm not a dictator, I can't let my opinion be the only one remaining. The Europeans and Asians will have a say on this and they're interested in bringing Iran back to friendly negotiations, even if it means take a big risk. The only think I can unsure you it's my support for you."
"Why Iran? What can he give to the Europeans?"
"If we lift the sanctions Iran will come in strength to the market, probably with better prices on oil to compete with Saudi Arabia's domination, and due to that Saudi will have no choice than lower the prices to keep his place."
"You put my life at risk just for oil?!"
"Not just because of that. The Europeans see by far Iran as a much moderate country than Saudi Arabia. Between two evils, they choose Iran."
"Can't say the contrary on that point but… He wants to destroy me! Those Europeans haven't changed a bit!"
"Come on, I told you I'm with you, in the good and worst."
"You can prepare yourself for the worst then! I won't stop until I break this stupid nuclear deal! Even if I have to piss off the Europeans."
"Sweetheart it's not worth it, stay quiet before you get under fired by them."
"Me under fired? They don't seem to wish other thing, they are helping Iran get the proper weapons to put me under fire."
"Israel, they know you also have nuclear weapons without anyone's permission, it's already troubling for me to keep them quiet about that, don't go mess around with them, please." Israel holds herself noticing the tired look of America, how long has he had that look?
"Sorry America, I know you try."
"I won't abandon you, that's my eternal promise." Sighing he pulls her for a tight embrace helping Israel forget all the troubles. It that moment, it was just her and America, her only true friend in that insane world.
"I also won't leave you America." She whispers to him giving space to glance at him with a smile which he responds in the same way.
Thanks to him, she leaves more relaxed about the situation. America would never leave her, with him beside there was no change she'd get hurt like she was in the past.
That's what she kept remind herself to keep in control her pessimist mind, not noticing the shadow on the hallway walking behind her.
She could only feel the grow cold at each step she took, a cold that scared her, making each second harder to breath. Close, more close, close enough to kill.
Alarmed by that tense presence, she turns back quick in a defensive position ready to beat any threat. That dark clothes and the familiar scent of smoke just some inches away from her eyes couldn't terrify her more than anything, was a nightmare come true. How did she let him get so close? She lets herself being taken by the fear, unable to move and respond on time when a hand knocks her to the wall. She wanted to scream help but again her full body betrays her letting her shaking in terror focused on that golden eyes staring at her with hatred and superiority.
"Looks like the bunny finally got out of the cage." He speaks slowly breathing against her face. His voice sounds too harsh and strong to her ears. "You think I don't know you were spying on me? And the worst… with that Bastard?!" He shouts at her face. She wanted so badly to scream, she felt no other thing than her body shiver for her life and warm tears run on her pale cheeks, her blood circulation even had stopped with the fear.
He pushes his arm against her neck, making her squeak for her limited breath and stare at no other place but his intense stare. "I expected more from you, at least some dignity, but even that you end up losing. I just never though you'd lose it to him." He speaks in the same hard tone but his stare soft to a disappointed one, more sad. He stops for seconds to study her scared expression, but brings back the eyes full of hatred and the loud voice. "You think he cares for you? Do you think he'll be worried if we end up fighting? That's what he wants! We! Destroying each other while he, sat on his golden palace, watches and claps his hands when we both fall death and defeated on the ground!" She fells more tears on her eyes, begging him to stop screaming and just let her go.
"P-Please…" She whispers getting a bit of courage to beg to him. "… Don't kill me." His eyes keep the same hatred stare while a smile appears on his lips. He releases the pressure on her neck, trading his arm for his hand. He caresses with no carefulness the skin of her neck and jaw. She grinds her teeth feeling his nails scratching her neck with his 'massage', wishing he'd just finish his games and leave, but the seconds seem minutes, and the more he touches her the more she felt close to death. "S-Stop." She gains the courage to speak praying it wasn't a mistake to open her mouth again.
"Kill you… How could I ever do that?" He finally responds stopping moving his hands around her neck. "No, I won't kill you, I will do much worst." She shivers with the threat, but with a bit of courage she manages to let the words stuck on her blank mind come out.
"You used to be my friend, I helped you so many times and… You ended up leaving me. I'm the one who is going to do the worst for your betray, worse than Saudi Arabia or America ever did to you. Worst… Then anyone ever did to you. Just watch." She bites her fear, the frighting shivers turn into ecstasy, her look is no longer hopeless, but it's a cold one ready to fight back any threat he'd attempt, after all he was just that, a bag full of threats.
He laughs down with her change of mood, too delighted to even care for what she said.
"Playing with you it's always more funny than play with Saudi, he never has the balls to use his own fists against me, instead he rather use others to attack me. Like he used Iraq, Syria and Yemen … Now he has got you in his board game." He whispers more close to her face dragging his voice. "Different pieces, same ending. I always win."
"Be careful before you bite your tongue." She speaks fast noticing he come close, more than he should. With a careful move she pushes him by the chest to give her space to leave. Was irrational why she kept getting frightened anytime he appeared by surprise, as much as he likes to spit venom will never be more than just it, at least for now.
"Write my words." He spoke again when she turned the back on him. She could swear he was about to grab her again, maybe just a wrong intuition. "You will regret have a friend like Saudi Arabia, like I did a long time ago." His harsh tone wasn't harmonious, not even friendly, but she could sense concern on his words, a little spark of what he used to feel for her before.
"Saudi Arabia isn't my friend, and I'm not you." She looks to him behind her shoulder. He was serious but not threatening, he was really worried, or scared. "Don't underestimate me, I'm more smart than you could ever understand."
She looks forward waiting for the respond that never came. Could only mean he gave up of trying to confront her. A victory for her, but why it tasted so insipid? She expected more of him, but he keeps silent giving her no other choice than to move forward not giving any consideration or a thanks for the advice.
She hated this plays but it was his fault after all, he choose this path.