"We have fought China, Japan, Denmark, Norway, Finland, Sweden, North has...somewhat fought Russia. All of the countries that have not fought us is Germany, Italy, England, and France. We have gathered that Iceland is a spy, and America and Canada refused to fight! Southern Italy has refused to be any part of the war, letting the northern part take over!" Eberhardt shouted, causing South groaned as rubbed her temples. This was getting more annoying than North. Plus the yelling was seriously starting to get on her nerves as well. "So what you're telling me is that we only have four more nations left?" She hissed sharply, her headache wasn't helping with the fact that she had to make battle plans. "Just because we lost or won a battle between the other nations, does not mean that they will not attack again." North said, staring at the scattered papers in front of them. The piles and piles of papers were being ignored by South, forcing North to do them. Though she really didn't want to, South was going to do them, but the call of being the planner of war was stronger than the instinct to do work. She moved a few to the side, and pulled some closer to her. She rubbed one of her bandage covered wrists and sighed. She still wore no clothes, and wore only the bandages.
South kicked back in her chair, and crossed her arms. "This is bullshit, this war has been going on for like ages...Already it's December of fucking what now? Like is it '26 or '27? Anyways I don't give a shit and I'm getting so sick of this war." She hissed as she rocked back and forth. "Stop being a prick about it, will you?" North muttered as she flipped through the papers, her black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, so it wouldn't block her view. Well, somewhat, there was that one annoying hair that never could be moved from anywhere besides the front of her head. South leaned back in the chair a little more, testing the limits of how far she could go back and dug her heels into the dirt to keep from falling back completely. There was a moment of silence for an extended amount of time. North sniffed slightly, and clicked her tongue. If someone were to know how she worked, they would of known that it was a signal that someone was coming. Sadly no one understood her tendencies, as she doesn't stick to a certain one. The flap to the tent ripped open suddenly, causing South to screech and fall back. Her back slammed against the wood of the chair, and the rough dirt on the ground. Pain shot through her spine like a bullet, well not really like a bullet. She'd know what that really would have felt like if it really hurt like a bullet. North slowly looked up, her cold eyes glaring daggers, obviously annoyed with the fact that both South screeched, and the person didn't announce that they were coming in. Everything bothered her. Even the Germans breathing. Oh well, she couldn't do anything about it now. She was stuck with paperwork that she didn't want to do. The person who ripped open the flap was a young boy, he was panting and was covered with sweat. His brown hair was sweat drenched, and stuck out in different random places, his dark green eyes had bags underneath them, as if he hasn't slept for days. "I...I ha-have a..letter." He breathed out, leaning down, and slowly holding up a letter with a shaking hand. Eberhardt nodded as he plucked the letter from the boys hand, and nodded for him to leave. "Permission to read?" He asked, looking back at the two girls.
The boy nodded as he then left the tent quickly, the small thumping of his feet soon went silent. "Granted." North barely said, it was more of a mechanical sound. As if she really wasn't there, why should she be? South was right, this war was just annoying. Gone on too long, and for what? Some scars? Some damage to nations? Whatever. She slowly looked back at the papers, there was so much paperwork, how did her original handle all of this? You're doing both ours, and Souths work, don't forget Plus, you're not the one that does the paperwork, she's usually the one that does it all. The tables have turned, you're not used to it. It's okay. A small voice hummed in the back of her mind, North rolled her eyes and bit her tongue. Refraining from speaking out loud to herself again. Though she did growl back to the voice in her head with a, Do shut up, will you? The tan nation groaned as she slowly stood up, popping her back loudly. "Oh no I'm fine thank you for asking, you piece of shit." South muttered as she picked up her chair, and set it on its legs again with a loud thud. She flopped in the chair, and leaned back once more. Not as far back though. "Call me what you please, your words do not hurt me." The albino girl said, tapping the quill against the paper. Eberhardt nodded as he easily tore open the envelope, and pulled out the paper. He skimmed through it before having to read it out loud. "So, what does it sa- Hey why do you look like that?" South asked, raising an eyebrow. The German's expression, which was once as serious as can be, was now showing horror. His skin turned pale, and his mouth tried to form words. He shook his head, and cleared his throat.
"Dear you lovely personifcations,
I myself and growing quite sick of this war. Aren't you? Bie..bein... s..sûr, v-vous êtes. I have found a way to stop this war! It's a very good thing! For us anyways, not you two. I, the beautiful Francis, have kidnapped your beloved King and Queen! I have to say that your little brother really put up a fight. He is as strong as everyone says he is. He slaughtered lots of men, but unfortunately, not everyone is invulnerable, and digging a bullet into his spine was the perfect way to stop him! I didn't kill him, but he is being held captive in a German camp, and you know how they do things. He is a Micronation, he can survive. Just barely though. But, your King and Queen on the other hand, cannot. No worries, they aren't being treated as bad as your brother, but they will be executed in sixteen days if you do not surrender. Give up your country, and your King and Queen will be unharmed. If you refuse to do as I say, they shall be beheaded, as will your brother, if he survives that long anyways. We know how much they mean to you. So what shall it be?
Au Revoir,
France."
By the time he finished, South was fuming. Her face was red, and her mouth was curved in a snarl. "How...dare he!" She finally spoke, shooting up, her chair tumbled to the ground, and she slammed her hands on the table. Causing a few of the papers to flutter to the ground. Eberhardt slightly stepped back, clenching the letter. "I know you are mad at France, Sir. Bu-" He was cut off by South screeching, and flipping the table over. The papers flew all around the small tent, the table slammed against the ground with a loud bang, one of the legs even cracked. North sighed as a paper flew past her, cutting her cheek. South gripped her hair and screeched. "How dare West lose to France?! How dare he?! After all we have done for the brat, we gave him one simple task and he fucking fails! What a stupid failure! See, this is why we need Sega! That little bitch can withstand anything and not cry about it!" She yelled, stomping her foot on the ground. Before Eberhardt could say anything, or do anything, South snatched the chair off the ground, and swung it at North.
North, who was staring at where the table once was, was still holding her writing utensil still in the same position as if she was still writing. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the chair, and shot her hand up. She gripped on the leg of the chair, and slowly looked at the raging nation. "I hope you understand, the severity of this situation." North said as roughly shoved the chair back, causing South to stumble, and slip on a pile of papers. Her tailbone slammed against the ground, once more earning a screech from the childish nation. North sighed as she stood up, and dropped the quill on the ground. "Watch her and make sure she does not mess with the papers in any way that will be idiotic. In other words, do not let her touch the papers." North ordered the German, and walked out of the tent. The air was colder than usual, which was blissful. Finally no more burning heat.
As she walked, the green eyed girl wondered one question. What are we going to do about the King and Queen? Of course they didn't care about them, but the 1ps do. Honestly, it would be best to save the King and Queen so that way South and I do not get an earfull, that, and they do actually keep the nation in check. They are good at their job, and the next line of royalty will not live up to those limits. In response to her thoughts, the original North giggled and continued to hum, You could always let me out and help ya know. North clicked her tongue. "No, sit in the darkness and rot." She muttered back to the thoughts running through her head. The voice tried to argue, but the raven haired girl ignored it, and kept on striding past people, who stepped out of her way and saluted. The voice was rambling on about random things, North stopped when she finally said something very interesting. You know, I might not be the brightest with somethings, but this has gotten me thinking. The letter. Think about it, my other colour. I bet you were thinking about it too weren't you? If not I'll say it anyways: How did France know the King and Queen were in Neverland? North blinked a few times, and looked up at the cloudy sky. She tilted her head and thought. Theories and speculations raced throughout her mind, until it finally clicked in her head. Both North and her other colour spoke at the same time. Their voices mixing together in an emotionless, but chirpy voice. "A spy." The green eyed girl shook her head and clicked her tongue. "What do you know, you are not as dumb as I thought." She said, the voice hummed in approval of being somewhat complimented. You know, I've had an idea on who the spy just might be, who's the strangest soul here? He didn't have a dog tag, his uniform wasn't fit for him, he was just...weird. Do you know who I'm talking about? North clicked her tongue once more as she made her way over to the foods tent and pushed herself into it. The smell of stale bread and fruits that were starting to rot hit her the moment she stepped in, but another smell was mixed into it. Her eyes shot to the person sitting in the tent with her. A smaller man was relaxing on one of the crates and jumped when North barged in. He quickly hid a metal object behind the box he was sitting on and grinned, pushing up his glasses. "H-hello, Sir." He squeaked.
How ironic, just the guy you wanted to see! Meuth! The voice hummed, she was a lot more talkative today. Even though the doppelgänger won the internal battle, and has been doing horrible things. Well not as horrible, in her eyes, the 2p has been relaxing a bit. The white haired girl still held her arms open and sometimes gave her hints and help for somethings. Telling her how to fight when question ran through the black-haired girls mind, giving her answers to questions, translating, she did a rather good about of help. North was positive that South was having a much more difficult time trying to keep her 1p in check. Probably always hearing screaming and cursing and just anything that would annoy her, all in her head. "Meuth." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she tilted her head. He curled his legs up and pushed up his glasses. "Y-yes?" She clicked her tongue and spoke in a voice that was like a whisper, but still just as cold as before. "Tell me, Meuth. What is it you have hidden behind the crate you sit on." The black haired man simply shrugged his shoulders and tried to play it off. North narrowing her eyes more and leaning in ever so slightly. "It would be wise of you to tell me the truth Meuth. You would not want to end up having your dog tag hanging with the others, would you?" She whispered in a tone that was dull but had an edge to it. Leaning forward slightly, she tilted her head and widened her eyes a bit, "If you even have on, or if that is even your tag."
Meuth squeaked and shook his head. "It was nothing, Sir! I-it was just...um." He stuttered, his face was a bright red as he hung his head down in shame. He couldn't figure out an excuse in time, which was going to be his demise. "Show me." North demanded, sitting on a crate, staring down at the man who was shuttering in fear. She was silent, waiting for Meuth to pull out what he has hidden, not moving nor blinking nor speaking. If anything she looked like a statue if it wasn't for her small breaths. After a while of waiting, the nation grew tired of waiting, and twitched her fingers to her dagger that rested on her belt. Meuth squeaked once more, and quickly snatched the item out from behind the crate. He whimpered as he slowly held out the item, his head held down in shame, shoulders trembling as he waited for her response. It was a walkie talkie. The green eyed nation tilted her head, and finally blinked. "Speak into it...Now." She hissed, keeping her eyes wide and narrowed for a special effect.
His quivering fingers slowly pressed on the button, he licked his lips and spoke. "I-I'm back, there was a slight problem, over." He chuckled nervously, darting his eyes at the personification who now was leaned in so close that he could feel her cold breath. "Ah, c'est bon, now what was it you were saying before?" A Frenchman hummed happily through the device. North inhaled deeply, and looked at Meuth. "Yeah, Meuth, what was it you were saying before?" She whispered, widening her eyes and tilting her head once more. The black haired man sniffled and bit his lip. Knowing all too well the situation he was in, he was going to probably die after this if there wasn't anything to save him. But, he did know something was going to happen, but he didn't know if it was going to happen in time. Russia was very antsy about this war ending. "I...I was going to say that...T-The Narnians are...still their other colour. I-it doesn't l-look like the o-originals are coming b-back for a while, over." He whimpered, North looked at the device, waiting for a response to this wonderful information.
"Mon Deu, is someone else in there with you? You sound so scared for some reason." The raven haired girl snapped her head to look at Meuth. Whatchya gonna do? If he calls you out, your cover is blown. Francy-pants wouldn't be happy 'bout that. If that happens, I bet you can guess what'll happen eh? The voice sang, North sighed and grabbed the device, Meuth didn't have a strong grip on it anyways. Once she grabbed it, he even curled up in a little ball and his shoulders started trembling. "All right France, I know about your spy." She said, her voice was dull, even though she did feel a small ping of anger. "Ah mon cher bienvenue à la fête. How's your chest?" He asked, his smirk wasn't seen, but it was obvious he had one. "My chest is fine, you should be worrying about yours." She practically growled, the Frenchman laughed. "Getting a little upset now are we dear? I honestly don't think I should worry about my chest, it's not like you know where my delightful camp is."
"Listen up you-" Before North could finish her sentence, someone else busted into the tent, loudly talking. The girl snapped her head around, narrowing her eyes. "I was having a conversation..." She said, South snorted and shrugged her shoulders. Her blonde hair had a single piece of dark brown, swaying as she walked over to them. "Who ya talkin' to? Hello~ South speaking, or Simone if you don't get it! So whomst'd've'ly'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es is this?" She snorted as she snatched the device from the cold girls hands, and held it up. North sharply inhaled, and twitched her eye at hearing the...it doesn't even deserve to be called a word. "Bienvenue à la fête." France said, obviously enjoying the fact that now both of them were there. He was still wanting to know if they were going to surrender or not. "I don't speak Retreat, that's North's job." The blond nation rolled her eyes, and plopped on the ground. Her red eyes were doing their strange half open half closed deal, moving as if they were horribly animated. "So, have you two thought about my letter?" He purred, the two girls looked at each other, then back to the device. "Well, obviously we ain't gonna let you take over this damn nation." South hissed, clenching the object tightly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a shame. What about your precious little queen and king?" France asked in a teasing voice, causing the two of them to grimace. Well, more of South, as the albino just kind of rolled her eyes and adjusted her bandages wrapped around her stomach. She listened as South groaned loudly, and started to shake the device. "You know France cannot feel that." The blonde girl snapped her head to the side and glared at the other nation. They stared at each other in the eyes. South raised an eyebrow when she noticed a small glimmer of a livid colour. It wasn't hard to see, due to the fact that her eyes were a bright spring green. She has been acting a little different too...as if... no. They couldn't be. After a while, the pieces clicked together. South twitched her mouth into a big smile, and gave a loud, hyena-like laugh. She wheezed and nearly started crying, her voice cracking a bit as well. The laugh was almost insane sounding, which was a lie, it did sound insane.
North sighed, and removed the walkie talkie from her hand, and waited for South to calm down. She didn't want to talk anyways, why try? There wasn't anything that she could say that could fix the situation. She couldn't convince the little prick, she couldn't do anything. Well, that's saying too much. She didn't want to do anything. The Frenchman waited patiently for South to stop laughing, unknown to the two of them, he was actually checking his nails. It took a long while, but she finally died down. The red eyed girl rubbed the tears off of her face, and sighed deeply. Giggling every now and then as she continued to wipe off tears. "Okay, hand it back, bitch." She wiggled her fingers, her smile still plastered onto her face, but it wasn't like the original North's. As hers was warm, welcoming, and sweet...this one was twitching, disturbing, deranged even. The albino rolled her eyes and handed it back, not exactly wanting to be here any longer nor hear anything the two have to rant about. After clicking her tongue and roughly placing it in her hand, South pouted her lips and clicked the button. "Yo, you still there?" She hummed, looking at her short nails. "Oui, have you decided completely yet?" France hummed, South opened her mouth to speak, but North let out a loud hiss.
Due to it coming from nowhere, the girl jolted and looked over at the black haired girl, she was covering her hip and thigh with her hands...it was starting to bleed. Just like at the meeting. The bandages were soaked with blood, and the red liquid painting the ground. The bandages were starting to loosen due to the constant flow of blood. North's body was tense, and slightly trembling, but she tried to show as little emotion as possible. Most people would think that leg wounds wouldn't be bad, but there were major arteries in legs. Plus, include the factor that the wound was spread to her hip and up to her waist. "Jesus fucking Christ what the fuck happened?!" South shouted, then felt a strong pain in her chest. Her toothy smile turned into a frown as she dropped the metal device, and looked down... It was tearing up. North tried to stop her trembling, the different vibrant colours blinded her, she wasn't gasping or screaming in pain. But her body just naturally trembled due to the quick blood loss, and suddenness of what happened. While South screeched loudly, and collapsed on the ground, flailing her legs and slightly rolling side to side. It's happening again. The voice in Norths head spoke, causing the girl to snap her head up. The colours became duller, and was soon replaced with a growing blackness. Her blood soaked hands pressed against her chest again...Dammit...What a shame. She allowed herself to curl up, and lay on the ground. Accepting her fate. North let out a deep sigh, and listened to the soft words of the original. Before they finally faded out, and was replaced with nothingness.
On the other hand, South continued to scream, her throat feeling as though it was being shredded. But what did that matter? She screeched, blood soon coming out of her mouth, it was exactly like what happened to North during the meeting. She rolled on her side, and curled up. Deserved, honestly, little prick. The voice rang in her head, she snarled and clenched her bleeding chest tighter. She tried to make the voice shut up, but it refused to. Insulting her as she tried to scream out the voice, the flailing of her legs stopped. South couldn't scream out the voice, no matter how hard she tried. It haunted her until she finally took her last breath.