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Trinidad shook in fear as she sat down on the floor of her closer, tears prickling her eyes as she gasped when she heard banging again from the other side of the door. She whimpered and buried her face in her legs, praying to whatever deity out there to make him go away. Please, please, please make him go away. He wants to kill her, just like he killed Tobago. That wasn't a temporary death, if he kills her, she'll die for good. Why?! Why is he doing this?!
She yelped when the banging got louder quickly scooted away from the door until she backed into a wall, Trinidad tried very hard not to cry when she heard her attacker, Jamaica, speak. "You're only delaying the inevitable, Trini!" he called out from the other side of the door, and Trini scowled when he called her Trini, because he no longer had any right to call her that. "Open the door and let me end your suffering or I will have to do it myself! I promise that I'll make it as painless as possible! Don't make this harder for yourself!" he warned her, almost pleading her, and banged the door again.
Trinidad mustered up all the courage she could muster, she stopped trembling and glared at the door. "Go to hell, greedy traitor!" she screamed in rage, tears falling from her eyes. It wasn't much of an insult, but it was all she had. That… bastard thinks she'll trust anything he says after he just comes in and murders Tobago in cold blood? Ha!
There was silence from the other end, and Trinidad wonders if what she said affected him in some way. Jamaica chuckled bitterly. "Traitor? Yes, I am, I know. Greedy however…" his tone turned dark at the last sentence. "You'd be wrong if you think we're doing this to all of you of out of greed, Trini."
"Then why… wait, we?" Trinidad asked, there are other people involved in this?
Jamaica went silent again but spoke again. "Enough of this, open the door. The truth will only hurt you." He warned her again, dodging the question, but realization dawned on her and she became horrified.
"Wait… are there other Caribbean nations out there killing the others?!" Trinidad asked him, dreading the answer.
Jamaica cursed under his breath. "Why do you have to be so perceptive, Trini?" he lamented. "Yeah, there are others in the Caribbean that are slaughtering the other islands. Now please-"
"YOU KILLED EVERYONE?!" Trinidad shouted at him in anger and despair, and sobbed. No… no, no, no… The others are getting betrayed and killed too? Dominica, Grenada, Saint Lucia… Barbados?! Trinidad couldn't take any more of this, so she broke down, wailing for the deaths of her friends and family. Why? They are all friends so why do this? "HOW COULD YOU?!"
"Not everyone, at least not yet, there are still some more to go. Bahamas, for example." Jamaica quickly told her, not wanting to hear more crying. "I told you the truth will only hurt you, now stop stalling and open the door." Trinidad shook her head then heard buzzing from her pockets.
Barbados. Earlier today he told her he was going to go to Saint Lucia's house to help her set up a party, and she thinks she remembers him mentioning Bahamas was going to be there too. Then she got an idea. Trinidad is going to die, there's no escape for her and she's sure Dominican Republic can easily beat her in a fight. But there's still hope for her friend, she checks her pockets frantically and she smiled when she took out her phone and quickly typed. Trinidad heard banging again and she hurries up, she has to let Barbados know, if they haven't gotten to him yet. Hopefully he'll understand and can get Bahamas and Lucia as far away from the Caribbean as possible. Please.
She sighed in relief when she sent the message, but that quickly vanished when the door flew open, revealing Jamaica looking at her with emotionless eyes. Trinidad tried to back away when he started walking towards her, but he had her trapped. Jamaica stood in front of her and raised hid knife, he looked at her sadly. "This will only hurt for a second, goodbye sista." Trinidad closed her eyes as Jamaica brought the knife down.
/ / / / /
"No, no, no, no, no!" A dark-skinned teenage girl with shoulder-length curly black hair and brown eyes shouted, lifting her traditional dress and stomping her feet in frustration, this can't be! "You're supposed to put the streamers from red to violet! Not the other way around!" she scolded Barbados and puffed her cheeks in anger as Barbados sighed.
"But they look fine either way, Luce." Barbados protested, a young man with wavy dark brown hair and brown eyes wearing a navy-blue t-shirt, sea green shorts and brown sneakers, shrugging as he's used to his kind of behavior from her. "And if you want the decorations to be just like the way you wanted them, then why don't you do it yourself?"
"Because…" Saint Lucia trailed off, then glared at Barbados. "I'm the boss! And as the best party girl in the Caribbean, I know how to throw a fantastic party!" She declared, pride in her face.
"I'm pretty sure bad colored streamers won't ruin a party, Lucy." Bahamas, young woman with long thick curly black hair with a light blue head-wrap and hazel eyes wearing a white puffy off-shoulder top and a patterned skirt that matched her head-wrap commented as she set down a box with the others and smiled at her two friends. "Especially if it's one of your parties! Everyone always loves your parties."
Barbados made a "see?" gesture and ruffled Saint Lucia's hair, much to her embarrassment. "Your parties always rock, don't worry about streamers and look forward to when everyone comes and has a great time." he says to her.
Saint Lucia looks at her feet and slowly smiles. "I guess your right." She admitted, and her two friends smile which vanish as soon as Saint Lucia says the next sentence. "Which is why you two have to work your butts off all day to make it awesome!" She burst out laughing at her friends' dismayed faces. "Just kidding!" she exclaimed, grinning. Bahamas and Barbados looked at each other then joined in on the laughter.
"By the way, Isaiah." Bahamas said to Barbados. "Do you know why Trini isn't here yet?"
"Yeah…" Saint Lucia frowned and crossed her arms. "Why isn't she here yet?"
"I don't know." Barbados scratched his head, confused. "For some reason she hasn't been answering my calls for a while, wonder why?" he asked to himself more than the others.
"Maybe her flight got delayed and she ran out of battery." Bahamas suggested, pensive look on her face.
"Nah, I don't think that's it." Barbados said, frowning when he started to get a bad feeling in his stomach. Why is he so worried?
"Trini or no Trini, we should get back to decorating! I'm sure she's fine!" Saint Lucia waved it off, Bahamas agreed and went back to cheerfully sorting the boxes. Barbados, however, remained where he was, a worried look on his face. Why can't he shake off a bad feeling whenever he thinks of Trinidad? It's no big deal… right? But why isn't she answering?
Just as he asked himself that question he heard a buzz coming from his pocket, he reaches for his phone and sighs in relief when he sees it's from Trinidad. He smiles, good, Trini probably is going to explain why she's late and apologize for worrying them and he can get rid of the bad feeling. Barbados opens his messages and reads the text he got from Trini, except it wasn't what he thought it would be. Barbados blinks several times to make sure he's not hallucinating. What?
I'm not coming. You're probably never going to see me again. Take whoever's with you out of the Caribbean to someplace far, far away as possible. NOW. Don't trust Jamaica. Don't call anyone else, they're probably gone or in on it too. If someone show's up where you are, then run away as fast as you can. Goodbye.
/ / / / / /
South Africa packed up all he was going to need for the African Union meeting that he's hosting in his city of Johannesburg in two days. He ran his hand through his spiky dark brown hair (which looks like Netherlands' hair only a bit longer) and smirked.
Like everyone else, he got the message that it's time and that the Caribbean five have begun their takeover of their neighbors. Now, while everyone else is distracted and panicking about the Caribbean situation, the Africans can begin their takeover of their continent. South Africa lamented that it has to be a peaceful one, but there's more than likely going to be some resistance, so he and the others can vent their bloodlust. He licked his lips in anticipation.
He placed a stack papers into his briefcase. Every single one of these papers was created for the sole purpose of gaining new territory. If any of the Africans refuse to comply to their demands, well… They'll show them just how powerful they truly are. Not to mention they have bombers waiting in each of their countries.
Another advantage was the fact they are all going to be in his country. South Africa. The southernmost country in the continent, far away from their countries. No escape.
Now, as for getting the others to comply, it should be easy. He has landlocked countries that depend on him, children in fact, those two are in his grasp. He can also use Swaziland to threaten Mozambique to join. Zimbabwe, he scoffed, now that's probably the easiest of all. Zimbabwe depends on him heavily; his economy is one of the worst even with his dictator of a boss no longer in power. The islands would know they don't stand a chance. Namibia…
South Africa chuckled, he's really looking forward to that.
But what he's really looking forward to is when England falls. Zulu will finally be avenged. South Africa will make that damn brit pay for what he did to Zulu and his natives. It will be glorious. Ah, but he mustn't forget there are others who want to take part in the British corpse party. Not that he minds, sharing is caring. America wants to maim England for causing his mother's death and for slaughtering his natives, Nigeria wants to rip out England's organs one by one for forcing him to be his colony and for the Anglo-Aro War, Hong Kong wants to burn him alive for stealing him from his home and shoving him into Western culture, and Jamaica wants to castrate him for the Maroon wars, the racism towards his people, British domination and the death of his ancestor Taino.
Anyway, after he's done with his conquest maybe he can go visit Brazil and see if he recorded how the South Americans kill Spain, perhaps he should tell him to do that. Then they could work on getting India on their side. South Africa hopes that he willingly joins them, he actually likes him.
South Africa glances at his watch, he needs to go to Johannesburg, so the others can meet up with him, they still need to discuss exactly how they're going to convince the other Africans to sign the papers. Then, the games will begin.
/ / / / / /
He heard nothing. He saw nothing. It was all… empty. He didn't understand at first, but that's when it hit him.
Suddenly a barrage of visions overwhelmed him, and it went by so fast that he barely understood what he saw.
There were two girls trying to outrun a storm of shadows chasing them, a man surrounded by bloody corpses laughing, a lotus flower covered in blood, a girl standing in front of the Eiffel Tower with a face full of determination waving a flag, two brothers fighting each other to the death and….
Egypt's eyes snapped open and he quickly sat upright as he breathed heavily and sweat fell from his face. What…? What… was that? Was that a promotion of what's going to come? But… why would any of that happen? Whatever it was…
He has a very bad feeling about it.
/ / / / / /
Bahamas busily checked off a list of things she had to, Saint Lucia went off to check her storage and told (ordered) Bahamas to see if there's any more stuff they're missing for the party. Let's see… speakers? Check. Decorations? Check. As she scribbled her pen, she glanced up and saw Barbados staring at his phone with a blanched expression, like he saw something frightening. Now that she thought about it, Barbados has been unusually quiet for a while. What's bothering him? Worry growing for her friend, she sets down the pen and notebook and walks towards him.
She puts her hand on his shoulder. "Isaiah, what's wrong?" she asked worriedly, and flinched when he whirled towards her, and he looked pale.
"N-nothing!" Barbados quickly answered, hiding his phone behind him. "W-why would you think something's wrong?" he laughed nervously.
Bahamas frowned at him. "Because your acting very weird for a while, Isaiah. You look… tense, and I've never seen you tense before in all the years I've known you." She explained to him, and Barbados looked down, hair hiding his eyes. "What's wrong? Please tell me, you can trust me."
"Can I?" Barbados whispered, and Bahamas was taken aback by this.
"Wh-where did that come from?" She asked, eyes wide.
"I…" He gritted his teeth, and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Aiyana, but…" he trailed off.
"Is this about Trini?" Bahamas asked, and she gave him a comforting smile. "I'm sure that she's-"
"TRINI'S NOT COMING, AIYANA!" He shouted in her face, and Bahamas backed away a little in surprise.
"What… what do you mean? You're not making any sense, Isaiah!"
"What's with all the drama? I was just looking for costumes when suddenly I heard Barbados snap, scared the pee outta me too." A girlish voice asked, and the two turned to see Saint Lucia with her hands on her hips and a raised eyebrow. Lucia walked towards them and looked back and forth with a curious expression. "And did I hear the name "Trini?" What about her?" she asked casually.
"Barbados says that Trini's not coming." Bahamas said to her.
Saint Lucia tilted her head in confusion. "Oh, really? Well, that's a bummer. But I still don't get how that's the source of the drama. Too bad she can't come but-"
"You two don't get it!" Barbados shouted at them, he trembled and showed his phone to them. "Read this."
The two female islands leaned forward and read the text that was apparently sent by Trinidad, Bahamas widened her eyes. Huh?! Saint Lucia only frowned at the message and looked at Barbados. "What the heck? We're probably never going to see her again? Don't trust Jammie? Get out as soon as possible? Is this some sick joke?!" she asked incredulously, but was visibly shaken by what she read.
"Isaiah…" Bahamas muttered, worry increasing even more than before. "What does this…?"
"That's not all!" Barbados exclaimed, balling his fists. "I tried to call immediately after I read it, but she didn't pick up. So, I tried to call Tobago to ask him only to have the same result." He grabbed Bahamas's shoulders, paranoia becoming more evident in his face. "Even though Trini said not to call anyone, I tried to call some our other neighbors but they…. Martinique, Aruba, Cayman, Grenada, Dominica, Anguilla… no response."
The girls were shocked by this information, they couldn't believe their ears. But… what does this mean? "Wh-what happened to them? And what does Jammie have to do with this?" Saint Lucia asked, struggling to not show her nervousness.
"I don't know… but judging from Trini's text, I bet my favorite trident that Jamaica's got some big role in what's happening." Barbados said grimly, and he looked at his two friends. "Something really bad is going on here, and I mean really, really bad. I've been getting a bad feeling in my gut for hours, this must be why."
"What do we do?" Bahamas asked, dread pooling in her stomach.
"Right now? We do what Trini told us to do, get the hell out of here as far away as possible. Because whatever's happened to our neighbors, something tells me that we're next…" Barbados looks at them sadly. "…And that we're the only ones left."
Following that last sentence, the trio jumped when they heard knocking coming from the main door. The trio huddle together as they looked at the door.
"Lucy…" Bahamas began, worry in her features. "Did you invite…?"
"No, just you two and Trini." Saint Lucia answered in a quiet voice as she clung to Barbados, she swallowed and opened her mouth to speak only for Barbados to cover her mouth.
"No, don't say anything." Barbados whispered, sweat falling from his face. "Trini mentioned that there are other Caribbean nations "in on it" too."
"Hola? Santa Lucia?" A familiar cheerful voice asked from the other side of the door. "It's Dominican Republic, you in there?"
"Luis? Why is he…?" Bahamas asked quietly.
"Like I said, I didn't…" Saint Lucia trailed off.
"And he showed up without any sort of notice." Barbados whispered, he hugged the girls protectively. "He's probably in on it too. Shit, Trini said that if someone shows up, we hightail it out of here. Lucy, this place has a back door, right?"
Saint Lucia nodded. "Y-yeah, it's right this way, follow me." She began walking and gestured the others to follow her. The trio began to quietly walk towards the other side of the house, with Barbados glancing back at the door to make sure, Saint Lucia leading them.
Only for a puff of purple smoke to appear in front of her, catching the trio off guard and making them cough. Saint Lucia, unable to see anything, felt herself bumped into something. She looked up to see Haiti smiling down amusedly at her. "Hello, tifi. Where do you think you're going so suddenly?" He asked innocently, the evil in his smile was obvious.
Saint Lucia screamed in terror at Haiti's appearance and ran to Barbados, clinging to his arm as the young man looked at him in shock. "Haiti?!" the trio exclaimed in disbelief.
"Wi, my friends, and you should have known better than to try escape." Haiti chided them, and smiled at something behind them. "Cheri! Our friends are trying to escape!" he cheerfully called out to DR.
"Cheri?" They all thought, and they nearly jumped when they heard something break. The trio turned around and saw the door ripped off from its hinges revealing Dominican Republic looking at them coldly. But to their surprise, he smiled at Haiti as he walked toward them, also blocking them from escaping.
"Well, they should no there's no escape from us, querido." DR said, and the trio looked back and forth at the known rivals in confusion. Cheri? Querido?
"Since when were you two so lovey-dovey with each other?" Saint Lucia asked, and gulped when the two men grinned at her.
"Well, it's only natural to be so affectionate to your lover." Haiti explained as if it were a common fact.
"LOVERS?!" The trio exclaimed. "YOU GUYS HATE EACH OTHER!"
"No, we only pretended too. We're quite the actors, aren't we?" Haiti smirked. "Now, I have to ask… how did you know we were going to kill you?"
"S-so, you two are in league with Jamaica?" Bahamas asked, still quite in shock of the revelations.
DR narrowed his eyes at Bahamas. "How did you know about Jamaica?" he asked suspiciously.
"Trinidad warned us." Barbados glared at them. "And I tried to call some of the others, but they didn't pink up, what did you do to them?"
"Gone. Forever." DR told them. "And I do mean forever, they're not reviving anytime soon."
"Wh-what? But that's impossible!"
"It's not, we discovered a couple of ways to eliminate a nation forever, mon." A familiar thick-accented voice said, and everyone saw Jamaica standing at the main door with a stoic expression. "One of which we'll use to kill all three of you."
"Jamaica!" Barbados and Haiti said at the same time, the former in shock and the latter grinning. "Came along to help, fré?"
"Just in case, mon." Jamaica said as he coldly stared down at the scared trio, and raised an eyebrow when he noticed Barbados was glaring at him with pure hate. "Why do you look so hateful at the sight of me, brotha?" he asked, which made Barbados even angrier.
"What did you do to Trini? She warned me about you, don't tell me that you…" Barbados trailed off anger turning into suffering, and Jamaica looked at him with pity and guilt.
"Yes, I was the one who killed her, brotha." Jamaica balled his fists tightly.
"B-but why?!" Bahamas stood in front of her friends, looking near tears, and the three intruders had to look away to avoid guilt swelling up. "You and Trini are childhood friends! Even though when there were tensions you two loved each other! Why?! Why would you all do something like this?! We're friends, family even!" She cried, tears falling from her eyes like a waterfall, she sounded so betrayed and hurt that they no longer could keep up the cold act.
"I do love Trini, she's my sister, mon." Jamaica said quietly and closing his eyes, smoking from his marijuana and blowing out a puff of smoke. "So, don't misunderstand our intentions. We all care about all of you and it pains us to do what we are doing so know this…" He opened his eyes to reveal brown orbs full of determination. "We're not doing this out of grief nor hate nor greed. We are doing all of this…"
"So, we can avenge our father Taino." Haiti and Dominican Republic said with the same amount of determination.
"How is killing all of us avenging your father?!" Saint Lucia snapped at them, she may not be a child of Taino but even she knows this doesn't make sense.
"No, no, no, he means we're doing this, so we become stronger…" DR corrected and snarled at what he said next. "So we can kill the Europeans."
"So, we're all just stepping stones for your revenge, that's what your saying?" Bahamas sobbed and buried her face in her hands, then Bahamas looked at the enemy trio with something no one has ever seen on Bahamas, anger. "I can't believe you… your killing us all for revenge… you lied to us for years…" She falls to her knees and cries, Saint Lucia doing the same soon after. Barbados had an unreadable expression and was silent.
The enemy trio truly felt guilty for what they're doing to their neighbors, but they had to do it. For the sake of their goals. Besides, it was mercy, they won't live to see the terrible war that will follow. They won't suffer, they'll rest in the afterlife with the others. It was for the best.
"Enough of this. Your suffering will end in a bit." Haiti said, pain in his voice as he brought out three dolls, Barbados, Bahamas and Saint Lucia, and a needle. He smiled sadly at them. "We're truly sorry but believe me when I say this is all for the greater good." He starts to raise the needle towards the Saint Lucia doll…
…Only to be punched in the face by Barbados and sent flying to the wall.
Bahamas and Saint Lucia looked up in shock at what just happened, and Barbados panted and looked at them and mouthed one word. "Run". Dominican Republic tackled Barbados down in anger for what he did to Haiti, but Barbados barely managed to push him off. Jamaica took out his knife and walked towards Barbados, who then looked at the girls again. "RUN!" He screamed at them just as DR punched him in the stomach.
Taking Saint Lucia by the hand, Bahamas sped off to the back of the house, trying to ignore Barbados's scream of pain. Jamaica noticed that they were escaping, and tried to run towards them, but Barbados grabbed his leg. "This is for Trini." And he uppercut him.
As the girls got to the back, Saint Lucia led Bahamas towards the back door and opened it but not before hearing Haiti calling out to them. "You cannot escape us!" he yelled at them, sounding slightly insane. "North, South, no matter where you go you cannot escape your fate!" Bahamas closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. No. They will escape. They must. She takes Saint Lucia by the hand again and they run away, as fast as they can, to somewhere where they'll hopefully be safe.
/ / / / / /
Haiti glared at Barbados, who was struggling under Dominican Republic's foot. Bahamas and Saint Lucia escaped, and they have no way of tracking them, but they're more than likely to go to an Order nation. He glanced at Jamaica, who is on the phone with one of their leaders, then back at Barbados. That idiot. He has no idea what he just did to his friends. Jamaica put his phone back in his pocket and smoked from his pot again, looking at Barbados with an emotionless expression.
"So, did they say we should pursue?" Haiti asked him, twirling a needle with his fingers.
Jamaica shook his head. "No, brotha. He said to let someone else take care of it, we've done our work for today, mon."
"You'll never…" Barbados rasped out as he kept struggling, and glared at the trio. "You'll never find them… They're gonna go somewhere where you can't reach them." He smiled victoriously, fully confident that he won, but it vanished when he saw Haiti smile at him.
"Oh, and that's where you're wrong, and very wrong." Haiti cooed as he crouched down to Barbados's level and started stroking his cheek. "You didn't think it was just the three of us, did you?"
"Wh-what are you talking about?" Barbados asked fearfully.
Haiti smirked. "I'm saying that you're very wrong to think we would do something like this without people backing us. You see… there is no safe place for them."
"What?!"
"This little massacre we made is just the start of something much, much greater. This situation is a lot bigger than you realized. No matter where they go, someone will find them and finish the job." Haiti explained to an increasingly horrified Barbados. "The Caribbean is under our control now, even if those two are running free. And if you think someone in the continent will help them, then you're wrong again. America, Mexico, Cuba, Puerto Rico and most of South America, they're all with us! They're all in on the plan too! And Bahamas and Saint Lucia are completely unaware of that little fact."
"N-no… that's impossible!" Barbados cried out.
"And another thing… you made us very angry, Isaiah." DR began as he buried his foot deeper in Barbados's back, making the latter cry out in pain. "Why? Because you made a very big mistake."
"You all had the chance to die painlessly, hurt by our betrayal, but still go on to rest with the others." Jamaica continued as looked at Barbados coldly. "Now, all thanks to you, they're going to suffer the more they find out. They just jumped from one hell to the next, mon."
"Let's say in the small chance they survive the others and live to see what comes next. What comes next… is a war unlike any other, one that would make World War II look like a child's tantrum." Haiti grabbed Barbados's chin and leaned closer. "They're not like us larger islands that fought wars and had civil wars. Can you imagine what they'll feel as everyone they know is killed off one by one? How some of the people they know never existed?"
"I… I…" Barbados barely managed to speak in his shock. No…
"And in the end, they'll die seeing many horrors not meant for their good souls." DR finished, and snarled at the helpless island. "And they have you to thank. But don't worry…" He smiled sardonically. "We're still going to make sure they die as quick and painlessly as possible."
"Now, I think we tortured the poor thing enough." Haiti said as he stood up and took out a doll of Barbados, much to the latter's horror. "Now then…"
/ / / / / /
Bahamas continued running through the beach, with a tired Saint Lucia in hand. She glanced behind her, none of them appeared to have followed them, but she didn't want to take any risks and make Barbados's sacrifice for nothing. What should they do? They can't think running forever! Bahamas noticed that Saint Lucia is starting to slow down, and she heard her pant, and she stopped to the allow the poor girl to take a break. To be honest, Bahamas was exhausted herself, physically and emotionally.
"Ai… Aiyana?" Saint Lucia looked up at her with eyes full of fear. "What happened to Isaiah? Is he… Is he…?" She teared up and started to clutch her head.
"I don't know. But I'm pretty sure that he's…" Bahamas couldn't bring herself to finish lest she start to cry herself.
"Dead. They killed him… they killed him!" The fifteen-year old screamed, on the verge of a breakdown. "What do we do?!"
Bahamas wiped the tears from her eyes and grabbed Saint Lucia's shoulders. "We have to get out of here. We need to contact some powerful nation, like America or England! They can help us!" She said optimistically with a smile. "Lucy, you said you got a private jet a few years ago, right?"
Saint Lucia brightened up a little at the idea and nodded. "Y-Yeah! I got it stored in my international airport. I can get one of my people to fly us out of my country!"
Bahamas smiled brightly at her. "That's great! We have a plan, that's good!" she cheered, pumping her fist in the air. "So, don't worry, Lucy! We'll survive this!"
"But..." Saint Lucia frowned. "How can you be so... peppy after what just happened?"
Bahamas bit her lip at that. "Don't get the wrong idea, Lucy. What happened back there... no, what happened today was horrifying." She smiled comfottingly at her friend. "But still... I... wanna be positive about this. The others..." she trailed off then shook her head, no. "Barbados too. He stayed behind so we could live. I don't want to make his death be for nothing, do you?"
"Of course not!" Saint Lucia said, offended. "But how?! We... we're just island nations! We're not big and strong like America or England. We don't even have a military force!"
"I know! But that doesn't mean we can't survive!" Bahamas objected. "I'm scared too... but we're not gonna go anywhere if we stay here moping! Please Lucy... don't give up. Let's just try to live... for everyone. For Isaiah."
Saint Lucia remained silent for a while, thinking about what Bahamas said. Bahamas could undersyand why. Both of them are small island nations, they're not used to this sort of thing with wars and tragedy like the bigger islands. Bahamas became glad when Saint Lucia looked back up, she still looked rather tense, but she smiled and held Bahamas'd hand again. "I... I guess you're right, let's get going!"
/ / / / / /
America searched through his channels in boredom with Mexico leaning on his shoulder sleepily as he frowned in annoyance. There's really nothing interesting worth watching right now, mostly because he just wants to start with the war already. Mexico snuggled closer to him, her chest pushing against his body and he nearly snorted. For some reason, his sister likes be very affectionate and borderline intimate with him every time they're together. Though some of it is normal for her people, Americans… value their personal space.
He supposed it was to make up for the "love-hate" act, he's more than happy to do that too. But still… Kissing on the cheeks as a greeting? Sure, but only his sister. Sleeping on the same bed? Alright. Wearing her underwear when he's in the room? No... just… no.
America also suspects it has something to do with her feud/grudge/hate/rivalry with his lover. He just can't really figure out why she doesn't like his love and makes sure she sits between them. His lover always tells him that Mexico's "always out to get him." Ah, one day they'll get along, he's sure.
His thoughts about his little sister were interrupted when he arrived at the news channel and he lightly shrugged his sister off. "Rosa… Rosa! Look at this!" he exclaimed.
Mexico blinked several times and rubbed her eyes. "Yes, hermano? Look at what…" she trailed off as she saw the screen and squealed in joy. "They did it! They really did it!" she exclaimed excitedly and America hugged her which she happily returned. The siblings laughed happily as they heard the news play.
They were playing the news about the Caribbean. According to them, many islands have descended into chaos. Earthquakes, storms, and the mysterious assassinations of the leaders of the nations there. The only nations unaffected by this are Cuba, Puerto Rico, Jamaica, Haiti and Dominican Republic. And to some extent Saint Lucia and the Bahamas.
"Just a little more, sis. Then it'll be payback time." America stated as he hugged his sister.
/ / / / / /
France sat quietly in his armchair, hand covering his eyes as his headache gradually started to heal, but still gradually. Monaco stood not far from him, looking at him worriedly and she contemplated whether she should talk to him or not. It's been like this for like an hour or two. After France's condition got worse, Monaco drove them back to his house, despite her insistence that they should call a doctor. After that, France went to sit down and barely has said a word since.
As Monaco considered asking him what's going on, she heard the phone ring and she rushed over to where it was and picked it up. "Oui? Who is it?" She asked calmly, and her eyes widened slightly as the person on the other line spoke. "Oui, he's here with me… Alright, I'll tell him." Monaco agreed reluctantly and looked at France in concern. "It's Angleterre, he says it's urgent."
France glanced up and nodded. "Alright, thank you Lucille." He thanked her, stood up from his chair and Monaco handed him the phone. "What is it, Angleterre? I'm not in the mood for your whining right now."
"That makes bloodly both of us." England grumbled from the other side. "But I mean it when I said this is serious, frog. Now did you also felt something happen to your territories in the Caribbean?"
France widened his eyes at the question. "Oui, I did. It felt like…"
"Like they were ripped off from us? Yes, it did."
"Don't interrupt me, Britain. So, you're saying something happened to your Caribbean territories too?" France asked, this was odd.
"Yes! I tried to contact them to see if they're alright, but they didn't bloody answer! Then, I saw the news."
France raised an eyebrow. "What news, Angleterre?" he asked confused.
There was silence on the other line. "…You don't know?"
"Non, I wasn't feeling well."
"Well, as it turns out the Caribbean went mad! Weather disasters, the leaders' dead, it's bloody hell there!"
"But who did this? Who would try something like this?"
"I don't know, frog. But they attacked our territories, it's a declaration of war. I'm calling an emergency meeting in my country, we're going to get to the bottom of this."
/ / / / / /
"The first step is done." Austria remarked, looking at the map with the Caribbean crossed out.
"Now, while everyone is suspicious of each other, we'll continue our operations." Prussia stated.
"Everything is going according to plan. The Africans will begin the conquest of their continent and we'll own almost half of the world and later more."
/ / / / / /
Bahamas and Saint Lucia sat quietly in their seats in the private jet, they held each other's hands as they kept thinking about the uncertain future. Honestly, they're not sure if they're going to survive this, but they're both glad they at least have each other for support.
The sudden sound of the TV being interrupted caught their attention, it was the news. They felt sick to their stomachs. News about them. Their neighbors…
Bahamas covered her mouth in shock as she saw what was happening everywhere in the other islands. Everyone… they really are…
She heard crying and she looked next to her to see Saint Lucia shaking as tears fell from her eyes and she grabbed her hand tightly. Saint Lucia was trying very hard not to cry and Bahamas's heart broke for her. Bahamas put her hand on her shoulder and Saint Lucia threw herself at her, finally letting out sobs and crying her broken heart out. Eventually, Bahamas started to cry herself.
Today started out like any other one, it was great, they were happy…
Until it all shattered in just a short amount of time.
Welp, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. This is kind of a set up for a kind of sub-plot of the two girls trying to escape the Americas. Also, what did you think of Egypt's dream? He saw some stuff that symbolizes very important stuff that's gonna happen. PLEASE REVIEW! I really want to know what you think.
Fun fact: I was originally going to have Cuba killed off along with the other Caribbean nations and later that would create some angst with Canada but one day a thought occurred to me. What if Cuba was in the Order too and was pretending to be nice to Canada? The more I thought about it the more I started to like that idea more. It's a lot more interesting like that, no?