FRANCE
Ahead, France could see the sun coming up over the mountains.
He looked around at his comrades, hoping that he'd made the right decision.
Beside him were Seychelles and Monaco, chatting about something he was not paying attention to. On the other side, was Canada, quiet as always.
France never quite understood his little brother. Canada was nothing like him. It was very unfair. England got America, who was strong, fun, and loud, while France got Canada who was generally bland, quiet, and... just invisible.
On the other hand, Canada always seemed to understand the things around him, and he was always so nice. He was an obedient little boy, that was for sure. He always listened to France when France needed to talk.
As if he had just read France's mind, Canada looked at France and smiled.
France looked away quickly.
He began to go over the battle strategy in his mind again.
They would pass over the mountains, and they would meet the enemy. Group 1 (which contained Canada's army) would be the decoy. They would go in first, and then Romano and Spain's armies would go in second and hit their front lines when they are preoccupied with Canada's army. Then, France's army would go in during the middle, and really hit them hard. Finally, at the end, they would use the combined forces of China and Russia to finish them off.
Suddenly, it occurred to France that he had not seen either China or Russia that day.
He stopped.
Everyone around him stopped as well.
They were at the foot of the small mountain, which was the only thing between them and the waiting enemies. All was silent.
He turned to face his comrades, who all looked at him stony-faced.
"H-has anyone seen Monsieur Russia or China today? Russia? China? Are you here?" France choked out. No response. "Oh god. This can't be happening... Where are they?" He demanded.
No response. Slowly everyone tarted to panic. The panic began to build up into a quiet hum, then grew to a buzz, then a constant ear-splitting commotion.
France was panicking as well.
What were they going to DO? They did not have the Russian or Chinese armies there, which was their entire secret weapon. France felt... naked. Exposed.
Suddenly, he heard screams from over the mountain. They were distant, but they were definitely there. Clashing weapons. Horses.
What was going on? How could there possibly be a battle?
"France?" Canada squeaked.
"Yes?"
"P-perhaps it's them." He said.
And France knew then.. He didn't need to elaborate, because he knew.
He turned back to face his comrades once more.
"We have been betrayed!" He yelled. "What do you all want to do about it?" Silence. "I say we ATTACK!"
France was enraged. He couldn't remember a time when he was angrier than this. His blood boiled, his teeth clenched and unclenched, his stomach bubbled. He was ready.
The armies let out a battle cry, and they all ran up the mountain. France ran after them, and he just saw for a split second Canada shaking his head and sighing.
He didn't care. He would attack. He would have his revenge.
He took off with his soldiers, battle strategies thrown to the wind.