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The whole world watched in horror as the United States of America, once the most powerful nation on the globe suddenly fractured into two. Everybody knew the economic and political consequences immediately. But nobody, save for a few, truly understood the danger this split posed to the world.
"Bloody hell!" England exclaimed as he watched the tv. Sealand sniggered at this outburst, as it was common for the Brit to lash out while watching the BBC. But this time, the teacup England held slipped out of his hand, shattering the porcelain cup on the carpet. Now that was a rare sight, and Sealand knew something was up.
"What happened?" Sealand asked, walking over to the tv.
England swore as he looked down at the tv, lamenting the loss of his tea and the defilement of his living room carpet. He didn't notice Sealand, who continued to ask questions until he finally looked up. "What do you want?" His usually sarcastic tone now had a twinge of anger mixed into it.
"Did something happen on tv?" Sealand asked again.
England scowled and looked at the screen, before turning back to Sealand. "The damn South, seceding from America again. She's one persistent girl, but it's going to mess things up for the rest of us."
"South?" Sealand tilted his head.
England sighed. "Didn't I teach you about geography? How much storage does that pea brain of yours even use?" He ignored Sealand's anguished cries and stood up to grab the old globe on the shelf, the one which the modern names of countries were scribbled hastily over their former colonial names.
He put the globe on the tea table, spinning it to the American continent. "Here's America, that buffoon.." He muttered, before pointing to the South eastern portion of the country, "Now, you see the state of Virginia? Every state below Virginia and east of Texas is considered 'the South'. Now, in the 1860s, the 11 seceded from America, forming the Confederate States of America."
"Ooooh," Sealand nodded.
"Yup, and the South had its own personification as well. She was America's younger sister, and she was…..much more refined than him. That was until the Civil war…." England grumbled.
"So what happened to her?" Sealand questioned, his curiosity further increasing.
England sighed. "We thought she died from the war, but apparently not!" He finished the sentence with an aggravated tone.
"Is her being alive bad?" Sealand asked.
"Yes, it is. She caused a lot of suffering during her existence. She used slavery as her main economic institution and also had plans to invade Central America and the Caribbean. Fortunately she was defeated before that could be achieved," He bit his lip, trying to think, "How did she survive? Wouldn't he have felt her presence? And why did she decide to act now?" He sucked on his pipe, thinking hard. There were too many weird things about this. Was it a coincidence that this happened right after Russia fell into a civil war? He knew something was fishy, but just couldn't connect the dots.
There was a knock on the door, and England ignored it, as it was Sealand that scuttled off to see who was at the front. Sure enough, he heard the energetic boy's voice shout out "Ah, Ireland you idiot!"
Ireland? Why was he here? England groaned and got up from his chair, wincing when his hips made an unwanted noise. "Ah, bloody-"
"Hey there Arty!" Ireland's round face poked out from the hallway, a look of concern overcoming him when he saw England groaning with his hands on his hips, "You alright there?"
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine," England grimaced and sat back down, the pressure in his body relieved again.
"The hell happened to your carpet?" Ireland glanced at the spilled tea on the floor.
England glared at him. "Never mind that. Why'd you come?"
"Ah come on, we're neighbors. What's wrong with dropping by?" Ireland took a look at the tv and whistled. "Oh, worried about your baby boy?"
England's face turned bright red. "N-no! I was just wondering how it would affect my economy!"
"That's what Japan would call a tsundere!" Sealand said. He scampered off before England could yell a profanity at him.
"That kid…" England muttered. He grabbed a broom and dustpan and began sweeping the pieces of the broken teacup while lamenting his carpet. "This was my favorite…"
"Ah, this isn't the first time you've dropped some tea, right….?" Ireland questioned, and England slowly turned his face away.
"That's not important. America and Russia are crumbling apart, and it's no doubt going to throw the entire world into chaos," England said as a matter of fact.
Ireland looked like he agreed. "Who knows what'll happen now. If things continue other countries might follow that path. And let's not forget China will no doubtedly take advantage of this situation."
England's face darkened. He knew the dire circumstances they were now in. "The first thing we need to do is call a world meeting. As immediately as possible." Yes, this was the best and quite frankly only logical course of action. He hoped that the rest of the world understood the situation as well. He knew Germany would, while France, who knows.
Ireland watched England brood to himself, before flicking his eyes towards the tv, still showing news from America. The South really seceded? If that was true, then things really were dire. He had seen the woman in battle himself, having helped America fight in the Civil War. If she was stronger than before...he shuddered. He wished America all the luck he had, though on second thought maybe that wasn't the best thing.
But something else nagged at him. Something that told him this development was a positive one. This was part of a larger series of events he wasn't aware of. But to be truthful, he wasn't aware of a lot of things. He was mostly concerned with his own backyard, about what England and Northern Ireland were doing. Yeah, he had international relations, but those two were always at the forefront of his mind.
America was one of his closest friends, and seeing him fall from grace like that would usually leave a bad taste in his mouth. But this time, for some strange reason he couldn't put his finger on, it gave him hope.
It was strange to see France and Germany sitting in the same room in a civil manner, but there they were, both looking exhausted.
"Christ, I can't believe the South seceded again," France grumbled. His usually carefully maintained hair and clothes were unkempt, and his goatee was more visible than usual.
Germany groaned. "On top of everything that's happening, that has to happen!" he shouted. He had bags underneath his eyes, and he repeatedly had to fix his glasses. He grabbed his umpteenth cup of coffee, devouring it in seconds. "Belarus has cut herself off from the rest of the world, we still have Russia's civil war to deal with, and now this!? What the hell is going on here?"
"I have no idea," France sighed. He tried to grab a cup of coffee, but when he reached out there was a loud crack in his elbow. He retreated, holding his elbow and emitting a pained yelp.
Germany slid France the coffee pot, who snatched it and began drinking from it. "Hey!" He exclaimed.
France slammed the empty pot down and wiped his mouth. "Something is fishy here, Ludwig. Something very strange is going on."
"I agree. There are too many curious events to call it all a coincidence. Wait, did you just call me by my na-" Germany blankly stared at France.
France ignored that and continued. "We don't know what's happening behind the Eastern curtain. We can only assume Belarus joined them, but the specifics are unknown, as is their motive and objective in this international fallout."
"Who knows, maybe they knew Russia was going to fall into a civil war in the first place-" Germany's eyes widened in realization, "What if they're somehow related to the Russian Civil War?"
France slammed the coffee pot. "That would make absolute sense! Russia's been meddling in their affairs since the Cold War, it's only natural they would want to in return!"
"Did they have a hand in the terrorist attacks?" Germany pondered, "And how could this be in any way tied to the American secession?"
France shook his head. "We have no real ties except for the fact that both Russia and America are experiencing a full on revolt from their regions. What our top priority should be is to stop any other potential civil war to happen, while also investigating the source of both problems. We may believe something bigger is at hand, but unless we find something."
"When were you ever this deductive?" Germany asked.
"Oh come on, you've never doubted my abilties, have you?" France chuckled, stealing a glance towards the German. But upon seeing his unamused face he frowned. "Don't tell me you thought less of me…"
"I won't gratify you with an answer," Germany said coldly, and the Frenchman slumped on the table. Germany did know France was more than capable of thinking on his own, but it was fun to tease his former nemesis at times. It was too funny to watch the man flounder.
But he didn't show it on his face. "No doubt England will agree with me here, but we'll need to call in a world meeting, and immediately at that. This is a grave situation we're all facing right now."
"We should also better call America," France added, still recovering from Germany's remarks, "We can only hope he isn't taking this too terribly."
"He's probably having a mental breakdown," Germany said, "This is America we're talking about."
"You're right," France sighed. America wasn't very good with dealing with sudden pressure. He was prone to act on emotion, which only escalated things even more. He hoped that the American wouldn't do something rash, but that was only a fleeting wish.
Brazil was lounging on his couch, lazily watching tv. He had promised that witch Argentina that they would go out and get some drinks and play a round of soccer or two, but decided that listening to her arrogant boasting all day wasn't worth it. She could bother Chile or Paraguay, but he wasn't in the mood for her superiority complex.
The warm breeze wafted gently into the room, and he rolled over on the couch. He was just wearing some cargo shorts, showing off his chiseled chest. With that and the wisp of a goatee, he was not a man to be looked over. Adding to that was the array of guns stacked by the wall, showing just how ready for a fight he was. Of course, when crime and corruption was so high of course he had to be prepared for any scenario.
But the scenario playing out on tv, that was completely out of the blue. When news of the Southern secession came on the news, Brazil perked up. He sat up and listened intently to the newsman explaining how the Southern states had left the country to reform the Confederate States of America.
He grabbed a water bottle and did a double take, choking and coughing up his drink. "You've got to be kidding me. She actually did it. Belle, that crazy girl. I didn't think she was actually going to do it…" He shook his head, "I wish she would have told me beforehand, would've made my life a hell of a lot easier…" He sighed and finished his water. He stood up, grabbing a shirt to throw on. Maybe he will meet up with Argentina. Between her and Belle, he didn't know who was worse.
"How dare she!" America roared, slamming his fist against the wall, creating a hole in his living room. "How could they do this to me?"
"Calm down Alfred!" Bian pulled him back from the wall, pushing onto the sofa. She held the enraged man's face in an attempt to calm him down. "I know you're mad, but-"
"But what?" America growled, and Bian winced. She's never seen him so angry before, and she's been there through some of his worst times. But Belle was America's worst nightmare, she knew as much from the stories he told of the Civil War. The worst period of his life was now coming back to him in full force, which she understood fully.
"You've beaten her before, and you can definitely beat her again," Bian pointed out. That was also true. Belle has only her 11 states to rely on, the same as the first civil war. But America had become much stronger from then. "There's no way she can defeat the strongest country in the world."
"You're right, but at the same time I'm not so sure," America curled up on the couch. Bian sat next to him, putting her hand on his head. "She's been hiding in the shadows for a century, just biding her time to get back at me. I was stupid for not realizing it sooner! I thought this whole time it was just the Southern states that were acting out all these years, not being coordinated from her! She's stronger than last time, I know that for certain as well."
"We have allies we can rely on," Bian insisted.
America looked even more worried. "She said she has allies helping her as well. And apparently they hate my guts. I couldn't tell if she was bluffing or not…"
"Even if she does, you have much stronger friends than she ever has. If worse comes to worse, you can defeat them quickly in an invasion, and they possibly can't take you and all of your states on at the same time."
"Who knows what kind of connections she made while she was in hiding," America groaned.
"It doesn't matter, you'll be able to deal with them in a short manner. You've already taken action, haven't you?"
America nodded. "Yup. I've recalled all troops deployed overseas and activated the national guard."
"Good. If we can consolidate and move before they can act, it'll all be over," Bian smiled. She kissed America on the forehead and stood up. "Want me to make some tea?"
America's cheeks flushed. "Thank you, that'll be great. The stuff you make really helps me with my nerves."
Bian giggled and bounced to the kitchen to heat some water up. "Don't worry about it. Anything for you! You've beaten her before, and you'll beat her again with even better odds!"
America grinned and laid down on the couch. The doubts in him were evaporating after her encouraging words. She was right, Belle was bluffing. Even if she had an army of some kind, it wouldn't stand a chance against his military, much less his entire population. If things come to a standstill, he wouldn't mind having to march down to Georgia again. This time, he wouldn't pull any punches. He'll make sure Belle would be defeated for good.
Belle crossed her legs and propped them on her mahogany desk, looking at her states in front of her. Many of them were relieved that they had finally freed themselves from America's grasp, chatting and laughing nonchalantly. Some of them were still very worried about the future.
"We actually did it, my god…" North Carolina whimpered, cradling his head, "He's going to crush us like a bunch of gnats."
South Carolina, being the older sister, slapped him on the back. "Stop being such a wuss! What happened to your manliness!" North Carolina shriveled into a ball, not wanting to suffer anymore abuse from her.
"God, that felt good telling him off!" Mississippi giggled. She pulled out a case of beers and began passing them out.
Louisiana grabbed a can and opened it. "We should still be wary. He won't wait long to make his move."
"Don't worry about it," Virginia waved his hand, "he's no doubtedly scrambling to assemble his forces, while we have everything we need right nere."
"That's true," Arkansas added, sitting on the chair across Belle, "We have everything prepared. They're caught off guard right now, this is our chance to strike."
Belle laughed, opening her beer. "Everyone's right here. Alfred won't take this lying down. But you know what? This time he's in for the biggest treat of his life. We're going to strike while the iron's still hot," She stood up, raising her can in the air, "To the coming victory. To the Confederate States of America!" The 11 states raised their beers into the air and all chugged their drinks down.
"Haah! That was nice!" Florida crushed the can and threw it in the trash can, grabbing another and drinking that one in a manner of seconds as well.
All the other states laughed, letting the alcohol settle inside of them. "Hell yeah! Let's get wasted!" Georgia shouted. The other states shouted in agreement.
Virginia looked to Belle. "Will that be alright?" He asked.
Belle rolled her eyes. "Sure, why not. We're all in the mood. Let's celebrate this momentous occasion," She reached her hand out, and Virginia chuckled and handed her another beer. She took a sip when from the corner of her eye saw a man leaning at the doorway, watching everyone drinking. "Hold up." She got up and walked towards the man.
She stepped outside of the room, eyeing the elderly Asian man who looked like he was judging her himself. "Hey, Japan's guard dog. Are you keeping an eye on us to make sure we don't step out of line?"
The man frowned. "When you put it like that it makes me seem like the bad one. I was just concerned that if you all party now you won't be able to act later."
Belle burst into laughter, causing the man to look on with shock. Belle wiped the tears from her eyes and put a hand on his shoulder. "Unlike you Asians we can handle alcohol. Don't you worry, we may have hangovers in the morning but we'll still do our part."
The man didn't look any less concerned. "You Americans should stop partying all the time and actually take things seriously," He chastised.
Bellie made a mock scowl at him, before slapping him on the back. "And you need to take things less seriously. Like I've told you, we've got this in the bag."
The man nodded. "Fine. But when you find America, you need to bring him to me alive. Japan and the others want to return to him all the pain he caused them," He ordered.
The scowl on Belle's face became less joking, her eyes narrowing. "Fine," She spat out, pulling her hand off of him. But she quickly reverted back to being jovial, growing a mocking smile at him. "Alright, if that's all you wanted you can go back to Japan, Niko Niko Ni~" She let the last part hang as she went to rejoin her comrades, leaving the micronation flustered and upset.
North Korea watched the news with anticipation, grinning wildly when America's secession finally came up. She had with her a bottle of wine, popping it open when it finally came up. It had finally happened. Her archnemesis of 70 years, the source of so much of her misery was finally collapsing in on himself! It was all thanks to Belle, but to see it happen with her own eyes, it truly brought out emotions she hadn't felt in so long.
And now this gave her the chance to enact her part of the grand plan. She looked over to the map of Korea, that cursed line still dividing her from her brother. But soon that line would be removed, and they would be together once again. Her brother, who was brainwashed by America to despise her, would be unable to resist her anymore.
She had already mobilized her armies in preparations for an invasion of the South. There would be nobody to stop her this time. She was probably stronger than South this time as well, as she had hidden the true strength of her military to the world. The fact that they really believed she still relied on weapons from the 50s and 60s was laughable and pathetic. They really were that arrogant! Yes, she had obsolete tanks in service. That was a front; she really did have thousands of modern tanks and aircraft in secret storage, with trained crew to use them. She had guns the equivalent of South, and she already publicly had the largest army in the world. They don't even know the true extent of her fighting abilities, but they'll find out soon.
She was trembling with excitement. She wished Hong Kong was here to hold her, though she knew it would probably escalate from that. Not that that was wrong, she wanted it. But no, he was back in his city, ready to escalate world tension even more. She knew what he had to do was important so didn't want to bother him with a phone call or a text. They would both do their part and then rejoice together afterwards.
Finally, North Korea was no more going to be the laughingstock of the world. Now they would fear the true might of her country. But it would be too late for any of them to repent. They laughed at her. Now she would laugh at them as they drowned in their own fiery arrogance.
The battle in Moscow has been raging for about a week now, and still Russia and his companions were holed up in the Kremlin complex. Many times they tried to break out, but they were stopped by the rebel forces everytime, being forced to hole themselves back up in the ancient fortress. The skies above the Russian capital were completely black from the smoke and clouds of debris, blocking off the sun. Missiles still flew across the sky, destroying the city block by block. Nowhere was safe as the inner city and even the residential suburbs were torn to pieces, becoming the battleground between the military, police and insurgent forces. Not even civilians were safe as they were slaughtered in the streets, both accidental and premeditated. It was safe to assume that tens of thousands of civilians and combatants had been killed in this war.
Russia stood on the Beklemishevskaya Tower, silently watching the battle below him. Infantry engaged each other from across the Bolshoy Moskvoretsky Bridge while a column of T-90 MBTs crossed. A Mil Mi-24 Hind attack helicopter flew above the bridge, strafing the tanks before a rocket slammed into its side, sending it careening into the Moskva River.
What could he do about it? He was stuck behind enemy lines, Tatarstan made sure of it, that witch. Why she hadn't attacked the Kremlin ever since the first day of the battle, he hadn't got a clue. Perhaps it was to wear him down, to make him watch his city to the ground in despair. She was doing everything she could to make his life a living hell, and it was working.
He left the tower, wandering towards the State Kremlin Palace, which was turned into a temporary field hospital. On his way there he passed through the Taynitsky Garden, where seven crosses stood, surrounded by ornate flowers.
Tver, Bryansk, Ivanov, Kaluga, Oryol, Penza, Ryazan. He still couldn't believe that they, his family were all forever gone. They were cruelly murdered by those callous traitors. Russia's fury grew as he stared at the crosses. They didn't deserve it. They were innocent. Tatarstan and her gang were going to meet a fate much worse than death, Russia promised to himself. Yes, that was something he was very good at.
He glanced towards a cross a bit further from the rest of the group. Altai Krai, a fallen enemy combatant, was buried under there. Though he was an enemy, Russia felt that he would have regretted it had he not buried him. He was still family after all.
After giving the dead a moment of silence he hurried back to the State Kremlin Palace. There rows upon rows of wounded humans were being treated. Among them were Ulyanovsk, Pskov, Saratov and Moscow, who all looked up from their makeshift cots once they saw Russia.
"How are you all doing?" Russia asked, smiling warmly at the wounded, or rather with the exception of Moscow formerly dead regions.
Ulyanovsk lazily gave him a thumbs up. "I think I can feel most of my body now," He croaked.
Pskov groaned. "My neck is still stiff," he complained.
"I hear ya," Saratov grunted, turning her head from side to side, "I feel like sometimes I can twist my neck all the way around now, like an owl."
Russia chuckled. "I'm happy to see that you're all in good health!" He exclaimed.
"I don't know if 'good health' is the right term," Ulyanovsk pointed out.
"You're getting better," Russia corrected himself, still smiling. It was good to see them talk that way, it meant that they were feeling better.
He turned to Moscow, who so far hasn't said anything. Even though she was the only one that hasn't been killed, she by far had gotten the worst of everything. The battle in the city has taken a physical toll on her body.
"Moscow.." Russia sat down next to her, holding her hand.
Moscow smiled faintly. "Russia. You look tired, you should get some rest," She murmured.
"Nyet, I have work to do," Russia replied, "If I sleep, who will watch over everyone?"
"You will collapse at the most crucial part," Moscow grimaced.
"Don't worry about me," Russia insisted. She could be right about him, but now really wasn't the time for him to rest. He needed to watch the battle to seize any opportunity for a counterattack.
"Oh, and I have something for you," Moscow continued, "This might be related to what's going on here."
That piqued Russia's interest. "And what is that?" He questioned.
"The Confederate States of America seceded from the United States," Moscow told him, handing him a newspaper, "There's bound to be a civil war in America soon."
Russia looked over the paper, his hands trembling as he gave it back to Moscow. He closed his eyes, trying to think. He cracked a smile and laughed wryly.
"Russia?" Moscow stared at him.
"Oh, I just find it ironic that the one person who would be dancing with joy at the state of affairs I'm in would also find himself in the same predicament," Russia explained, "I thought that maybe he would support the rebels. Now he has to deal with his own. What a situation we've been put in."
"Do you feel bad for him?"
Russia shrugged. "Not necessarily, but I do hope that he does come out alright," he sighed and looked out the window, watching the countless plumes of smoke rise into the clouds, "I just hope things don't get any worse for any of us…"
China laid lazily on his bed, munching on some rice crackers as he watched America fall apart on live tv. He didn't know how to feel about it; he felt pretty close to America in his own opinion. He knew how it felt to be in a split apart and was sympathetic to his Western friend. But he also found himself in a new position he could exploit…
America and Russia, his two biggest competitors on the international stage were now facing internal troubles, and would probably focus on them instead of him. That meant he could now do whatever he pleased with little repercussion. Sure, there was South Korea and Japan, but they would not be able to do anything without America's help. Which left China the sole power in charge of Asia and the Pacific.
He couldn't help but laugh to himself a little. It was cruel, but it was quite a godsend that America fall into his crisis right as he was getting on his ass about trade deals and the South China Sea. Now he wouldn't have to try and justify himself to the world about his rightful territory!
He wanted to call some of his close friends over as a small celebration, but then realized that most of them actually liked America. Hong Kong for example, he was a huge American fanboy. And Taiwan. Even though she's his student, she's been more close to Japan and America than himself recently.
He huffed. Maybe now they'll appreciate him again once America becomes weak! He'll protect them like in the old days, against the other powers that'll want to regain their colonies of the past. Of course this'll also mean he'll be able to become even stronger than before, so nobody will be able to challenge his authority! Not the least Japan. Oh, Japan without America's protection will be so fun to bully. It was only fair after everything Japan's done to him.
He pulled out a bottle of wine to celebrate. America and Russia will be fine, they'll just be a bit weakened, nothing was seriously in danger. He was going to maybe call Macau and have a few drinks before planning what to do next. Who knows, maybe he could even support the rebels in Russia and America, putting him in a position of power in their own turf! Or maybe help them himself, thus putting them in a state of debt to him. Now that was a move worthy of being 3d chess. There were too many opportunities to explore, China couldn't wait to look at them all!
Japan gazed at the streets of Tokyo from his towering apartment. He had a feeling China was celebrating these recent events.
Fine, let him gloat for a bit, he deserves it. It would make what would happen to him be even more enjoyable to Japan and the rest of the Asian countries in the Armageddon. Yes, China had his fate planned out, and it was to be even worse than America and Russia combined. Oh, it going to be brutal and terrible, just how Japan liked it.
He heard Taiwan stir from the bed, walking over to her. "Good morning, Mei," He bent down and kissed her.
Taiwan nuzzled and kissed him back. "Good morning Kiku," She purred, putting her head on his chest.
Japan smiled sweetly, holding her head and petting her hair. "How are you today?"
Taiwan yawned. "I'm feeling great!" She exclaimed. Her body shook and she huddled closer to Japan. "But even though I knew about it beforehand, seeing America fall did kinda make me sad. He was a pretty good friend to me..."
"Don't. He deserves it," Japan scoffed. He pulled her out of the bed and she emitted a sound as she was pulled out the comfort of the covers. Making a pouting face she scooped up her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
When she saw Japan follow she let out a small snicker. "What, do you want to join?" She asked.
Japan shook his head. "Not this time, sorry." Taiwan rolled her eyes and jumped into the shower, quickly turning it on and filling the bathroom with warm steam. Japan stood by the door, not really caring if she cared about privacy, because in truth, neither of them were uncomfortable with each other.
"Mei, remember that you have an early flight back to Taipei," Japan told her.
"I know!" She called back from within the shower, "Why do you think I'm happy!"
"Oh, I thought it was because you were in my arms," Japan taunted.
"No no, that was the last thing I was thinking about," Taiwan retorted.
"What, were you in China's arms?"
"Ew, gross no way!" Taiwan shrieked, "He has such a weird teacher complex. He always talking like 'don't worry, Sensei will take care of this!' or 'Why did you stop calling me sensei? It was so cute!'. Does he have a teacher student complex?"
"Come on, you know I do," Japan responded, and he could imagine Taiwan's cheeks flush red.
"You have a lot of complexes, so it's not that weird compared to the others…" Taiwan trailed off.
Japan noticed the sudden decrease of energy. "Is something up?" He asked.
"Uh….." Japan heard her fumbling around, "Are you sure you don't want to join me? Not before a big mission?" Her voice sounded like she really wanted him to join her.
Japan sighed. She was right. She had to go back to her country to prepare for the next move. Hong Kong, North Korea and Zaitou were already at their positions, waiting for his signal to execute the massive attack. Why wouldn't he spend some time with his lover before they got to work? Once they begin, who knows the next time he'll be able to relax, so he'll take his chance now. Besides, he was hyped for what was coming soon. China and South Korea can rest easy for now, but when they wake up they'll see their world in ashes.
Hello everyone, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. College classes are starting this Thursday so I'm going to be busier, but I hope that won't make a dent into writing this story, as I'm really enjoying it. I was also affected by allergies so I had to go to Chinatown in Philly for some acupuncture which was very interesting. I'm going back there this week, and hopefully I'll also be able to eat at the same place as last time. Anyways, I'll still continue this story so don't worry. I have some grand plans for the next chapter. Finally I'll be able to show off Zaitou, so be excited.
Belle is a weeb confirmed. Poor Niko Niko, being called an anime meme must really be degrading.
If Brazil didn't seem to be too surprised about Belle being alive, that's because he isn't. Belle mentioned this in the previous chapter, but she escaped to Brazil for a few years. This is a reference to the real life Confederates that escaped to Brazil and made their own communities. These Confederates would soon intermarry with the locals, birthing the Confederados that still live in these communities today. They built a city called Americana and use the Confederate battle flag, which does not have the same connotations it has up here in the states.