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WARNING: this is a pretty short chapter for me, coming it at approximately 2,200 words :/
Disclaimer: the plot, Glory, and any other OCs belong to Misuki and I. The rest goes to Papa :|
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Therefore, preparing your minds for action…
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A week. Exactly one week since Glory and Ludwig refused to speak with one another. Exactly one week since Elizaveta sang with Roderich. Exactly one week since Prussia became sick. Exactly one week since Bella visited Antonio. Exactly one week since Natalia stopped visiting Ivan.
Francis bit his lip in something akin to confusion. It may not have seemed like a big deal to just anyone, but the personification for the country of France was smarter than anyone gave him credit for. He knew to expect the unexpected at this point in time; the comfortable pace everyone had settled into was being thrown awry.
It was all Glory's fault. It started with her appearance.
Going by that logic, it's also safe to say it was all Feliciano's fault. It started with his disappearance.
With a sigh, the loving man stood off his blood red velvet couch. A frown settled onto his wrinkle-free face as a quirky sinking feeling in his stomach made itself known. He was never a person with an affinity for things such as 'premonitions' and the like. Japan and England were usually the countries one would go to for supernatural stuff.
He dimly wondered if the aforementioned countries had any sort of warning feelings. Was it worth calling both to ask?
What else would he do, laze around as he's been?
At least he would have communication with the world outside. Lately, he had been under a self-induced house arrest. He was in the lonesome mood, he supposed.
Besides, what's the worst that could happen with calling? England would never hang up on France, despite his denials. Japan's too polite to abruptly hang up unless he has people visiting.
With another sigh, he reached over to the phone and punched in Arthur's home phone number, not even looking at the buttons. His muscles knew exactly what to press.
The wonders of muscle memory.
"Bonjour. Is Monsieur Angelterre available at the moment?"
"Francis? Is that you? Why are you calling so late... Or so early, I suppose," came England's muffled response. Only heaven knows what that man was doing at such an hour.
"Yes, of course it's me. Who else would it be?" A miracle. The forever feuding countries were having a slightly decent conversation. "Regardless, I have a quick question for you."
"If I answer, will you never call me again at four thirty in the morning?"
"I make no promises. However, I can confidently say that I won't ask this of you again."
"Then hurry up and ask, you bloody wanker. I don't have all day to listen to you beat around the bush."
"Have you had any bizarre feelings lately? Like a feeling that all of this is the calm before the storm?"
"Who told you that?" the bushy browed country snapped.
"Answer me."
"It's too early to argue; yes. Yes, I have. Happy? Now good riddance. I have business to attend to."
The line went dead. France stood, open mouthed in utter shock for a few moments before looking at the receiver. So England sensed this weirdness as well?
Now, Francis had to ask Japan. His nerves were high strung as he dialed in Kiku's number, heartbeat loud as a drum as the phone rang.
"Moshi moshi?" He heard Japan ask on the line.
"Bonjur Monsieur Japon. I have a quick question for you."
"Yes, what is it?"
"Have you sensed anything as of late? Pertaining to the supernatural side of things, I mean. Any odd feelings? Like the sinking of your stomach, or butterflies, perhaps?" he rushed out, excited to hear the answer.
"Iie, I am afraid not, Francis. I don't even know where you had such a notion," the quiet country answered.
France fidgeted for a few seconds before responding. "Alright, thank you for listening and answering honestly. I will see you at the meeting later today then?"
"Hai. Sayonara."
The definite click continuously rang out in the French man's left ear, long after Kiku had hung up.
Japan hadn't felt a thing.
France had.
England had.
What was this odd augury supposed to mean, then?
Damned if Francis knew.
The space between Glory and Ludwig was astonishing. They were sitting next to each other, yet there seemed to be miles and miles separating them. She refused to even so much as glance in the jerk's face. She had managed to go a week without bumping into him, and now she was being forced to reside so close? It didn't help that Austria, who was to her left, and at the head of the table, would not stop staring at Hungary. Said female nation was busy trying to find Roderich's agenda, which she was supposed to have taken care of.
Of course, to her right was the treacherous blond nation.
In front of her was usually Japan. However, it was impossible to speak with him because he was not present at the moment. Who knew where the shy country was. She could always ask Germany, or talk to him.
How about no?
She had absolutely no desire, whatsoever, to speak with him. He was the one that started this damned thing. And like hell if he thought Glory would end this little silent treatment. She could be the better person. Whether or not she chose to do so was a different story.
With that in mind, she jerked out of her seat, throwing the chair in the German's general direction. She was almost hoping it hit him. Everyone whipped around to stare at her; she cleared her throat and straightened.
"If you all will excuse me. I have something to do elsewhere," she lied smoothly.
"Very well-" Austria began before he was cut off by a gruff voice.
"I must go out as well. I'll come back before the meeting begins."
Glory gritted her teeth and rushed out, not caring how childish her actions were. She was simply and completely frustrated with her housemate. He was hot and cold, following her and warning her to stay away. She wasn't the most patient person on the planet, even less so when it came to Ludwig. If anything, it was easier for him to annoy her than anything in the universe.
Well, that's a lie, but at the moment, Italy couldn't think of a single thing more infuriating than the man trailing her like a lost puppy.
"Ugh, I've had it!" she burst, whirling around and shooting past him. "You piss me off so much! Really, I'm being honest here. Non sopporto proprio ora!" She would have said much more, including things she would regret, but she bumped into something.
Actually, someone.
A female someone.
Glory immediately offered her hand to the fallen girl, apologies spewing from her mouth in such a haste that the letters were getting flipped. "I'm sorry so! I mean- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bit you so had! Ack, I mean- I didn't mean to hit you so bad. Mi dispiace! Spiacente!"
Germany let loose a quiet chuckle from behind the now flustered, and frustrated brunette, currently helping the new female up.
"Wait- Haven't we met before?" Ludwig asked, situating himself next to Italy.
"Yes," the other girl answered, raising her eyes to his in a narrowed manner.
"You met Germany before, Atarah?"Glory asked, cocking her head to the side.
The person, now identified as Atarah, nodded slightly. "I remember him vaguely, yes."
"Who is she?" he asked Glory, not bothering to take his eyes off the newcomer. "Who are you?" he rephrased, too late in realizing how rude it was to speak as if she wasn't there. "How do you know each other?"
"I make sure to know all the world countries and their personifications, whether they attend world meetings or not," Glory snapped, looping her arms through Atarah's. "Don't mind Ludwig Beilshmidt; it seems the poor thing is PMSing. Shall I take you on a quick tour?"
His eye twitched twice. PMSing? She was so dead when they got home.
"Oh, um, yes please. Nice meeting you, Germany. I'll be attending meetings from now on." Atarah stuck her hand out and shook the German's, despite being tugged away by Italy.
Glory suddenly stopped and spun around to face the blue-eyed hunk. "Oh, by the way, thanks for asking. She's the Solomon Islands."
But he hadn't asked... Ah, sarcasm strikes once more.
With her chilling proclamation, the redhead and brunette were gone, leaving him to wonder just what was going on.
Two new countries in such a short amount of time? Something is definitely up. I bet Glory set this up.
Hölle.
What is that psycho Italien planning?
Whatever it was, Germany knew nothing good would come from it.
Little did he know that Glory was the last person involved.
"Alright, what's going, Atarah?" Glory demanded once Germany was out of earshot. She knew that her companion had a wicked vendetta toward certain countries. "Why are you here? I thought you said it was best if you stayed hidden? Under the radar and all that good stuff."
"It is best. But my people have finally settled down. We can finally stand on our own two feet, despite still dealing with the aftermath from World War II and our Civil War."
"It's been much time since then, though. Why are you barely… I don't understand why it's taken so long-"
"We aren't exactly a first-world country, are we?"
"I didn't mean it like that, Sol."
"And I understand that. However, my queen and prime minister decided to build up our arsenal and armed forces to rival several big countries. Now, we don't have to fear being easily taken over. We can hold our own. We aren't afraid of war, at this point."
"Are you implying that you want to start some type of world war? You against everyone else?" When the redhead remained silent, Italy stopped. "Well?"
"You would side with me if I did, wouldn't you?"
"Atarah, do you realize what you are asking? Please, dish out your revenge without dragging everyone else into this. Think of your people. Think of everyone else's people. You can't drag innocents into this."
"Says who? My people need to be avenged!"
"Solomon Islands."
"Italia Veneziana."
"Do not, and I mean it, do not, drag anyone else into this. If you do, then know that you forced my hand. I will stop you, by all means. Understand me?"
"Yes, yes," she said airily, waving her hand absently.
"No, you don't. You forget I am not Feliciano. I won't easily wave a white flag and run away, yeah?"
"Gloria- I've known you for far too long to compare you to him, even in the slightest. If I promise not to hurt anyone but-"
"It's best not to mess with anybody in general. However, knowing you… What's the worst you plan?"
"I'm not sure if I want to tell you," Atarah admitted, exhaling deeply. "You will simply try to stop me. Look, the best I can do is promise not to do anything too rash, alright?"
"Step out of line, and I'm bringing you down. But who knows. Maybe I'll end up helping you, Atarah. Miracles do happen, right?"Glory winked and tugged her friend along. "Well, this is the kitchen…"
Solomon Islands smiled as the new Italy chatted on, idly wondering how she was getting used to her living situation. Solomon was never one to keep her thoughts quiet, so she asked.
Glory tensed, back muscles twitching slightly beneath her tank top. "E-Excuse me? I didn't hear what you said," she obviously lied, red creeping up her neck.
"I said: how has your housemate been treating you?" she repeated with a smug smile gracing her face.
"You mean Prussia, right? I mean, who else would you be asking about," she laughed nervously, rubbing her crown.
Atarah's eyes lit up. Definitely something between her and the German, then. Perhaps she could play match maker? She could always recruit France as a partner. The romantic nation could never say no to a pretty lady, whether for help or otherwise. "You know exactly who I mean, Gloria Vargas."
"Oh, my! Look at the time… We're going to be late for the meeting," she mumbled, steering Solomon back to the conference room. "Do you want me to introduce you, or will you just burst in a few minutes after the meeting starts?"
"I thought you knew me better than that, Italy. Of course I'm going to crash into the party. Where's the fun in being introduced?"
"Yeah, yeah. Then you wait here and just barge in, like you used to." Glory let out a soft giggle, giving her friend a hug. "See you in there."
She shut the door, and Atarah was left alone. "Yes. See you in there, Glorious Sunshine."
Not everything about Solomon Islands up there is true... She was involved in the second World War, such as the Battle of Guadalcanal. (She was totally bombed during the war) She was also home to the famous VMF-214 "Black Sheep' Squadron. She does have a prime minister and a queen. Everything else, I made up xD
In other news: SCHOOL IS OUT BABY! WOOHOO! Can't really say if it's going to be faster updates... I'll try though!
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P.S. Translations are as follows:
Bonjour- French for hello
Monsieur Angelterre- French for Mister England
Moshi moshi- Japanese greeting when answering a phone A.K.A. hello
Monsieur Japon- French for Mister Japan
Iie- Japanese for no
Hai- Japanese for yes
Sayonara- Japanese for good-bye
Non sopporto proprio ora- Italian for I can't stand you right now
Mi dispiace- Italian for I'm sorry
Spiacente- Italian for sorry
Hölle- German for hell
Italien- German for Italian