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Above mars hovered the Russian flagship, Sputnik II. It was currently the most advance ship in Union space. Russia stood in front of a holographic projection of mars. Markings on the planet showed current locations of the colonies. He scanned the map, deep in thought. 'Итальянцы расширяется ... Ничего странного нет. Они, наверное, ищете новые странные ингредиенты положить на макаронные изделия. Германия была странно тихо, что не странно, но он почти не посещает его друзьям или брат,' his eyes amethyst eyes flickered back and forth as he scanned the map. 'Англия делает меня чувствовать себя неловко.' The sound of the door behind him disrupted his thoughts. Adjusting his scarf he turned to face his guests.
"привет." He greeted. He smiled at his guests but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm glad you were able to come."
Germany nodded. "Guten Abend. Let's get down to business." He reached into the inner pocket of his black uniform and pulled out an envelope sealed with a waxseal.
Russia pouted. "No small talk? You could be a bit friendly."
"Nien," Germany shook his head and handed him the report. "I talked to the other nations. We have all been having trouble with rebels. England has his own plan to find more information on them and wouldn't tell me anything. After talking to the rest of the nations I compiled all the information I gathered into this report. Please read it carefully." After Russia took the report from him he quickly turned to leave but was stopped.
"So how is Prussia? Is he enjoying his land?" Russia innocently asked.
Germany looked over his shoulder. "Yes. He is doing quite well. Thank you for asking."
Russia smiled. "You haven't been seeing him or the Italian twins lately." Germany's icy eyes narrowed into a glare.
"What I do in my free time is none of your business." Germany left no room for conversation as he quickly left the room.
Russia watched Germany's back as he left the room. His eyes turned cold as he watched to door close behind the blonde. "Lithuania." He called.
"Y-Yes, Mr. Russia?" Lithuania was standing in the shadows, out of sight from most of the personnel and hidden from Russia, or so he had hoped. He stepped forward when Russia called his name. He eyed his boss nervously as he brushed a few stray strands of brown hair out of his face.
Russia gave the trembling nation a creepy smile. "I want to throw a party." Russia stated. He clapped his hands behind his back as he turned to face the smaller man.
Lithuania's navy eyes widened in surprise. "A party?" He repeated.
"Yes… a party. One of the largest parties we have ever hosted. Every Nation must attend." He tilted his head at the thought of the party. The more he thought about the more he liked the idea.
"Um… What kind of party are we hosting?" Lithuania asked with a confused expression on his face.
Russia tapped his chin in thought. "A Masquerade Ball," He finally answered. "And as I said everyone must attend, все," He moved closer to the smaller nation, who became tense but didn't back away. "I'll leave the details to you, Мой возлюбленный"
Lithuania felt his blood grow cold. "Y-Yes… Of course."
Russia smiled. "хорошо," He gently placed a gloved hand on Lithuania's head and gave him a small pat. "Я оставлю это для вас, то." Smiling Russia leaned forward and kissed the top of Lithuania's head. He then turned back to face the map of Mar. Lithuania stared at Russia's back. He felt cold and uncomfortable but knew that he couldn't fight back. He gave Russia a small bow before leaving through the same door Germany went through just a few minutes ago.
"A Masquerade Ball? Sounds fascinating." Stated a voice from across the room.
Russia looked up at the intruder and saw a woman walking towards him. She wore a blank expression as she approached the nation. Russia smiled at her. "Ah, Miss. Wolcott, a pleasure, I suppose you are here to inspect the ship?"
"Yes. It'll be quick I assure you."
"хорошо, If you need anything let one of the crew members know." He looked back towards the map and paid no attention as the woman left.
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Alfred opened the door to his temporary quarters. Adam and Washington informed him that they will be staying at the rebel base for a week and when they leave they will take some rebels with them as new members of Revelations Security. The room was nowhere near as nice as the suite he had at Revelations but it wasn't uncomfortable. It had had its own bathroom; otherwise it was just a small room with a bed and no windows.
As he made himself comfortable someone knocked on the door. Without waiting for him to answer South walked into the room. "Hey, Alfie, how's it going?" He closed the door behind him and leaned against it.
"I'm okay," Alfred replied. They stood there in awkward silence before Alfred decided to continue. "So… I have to admit, this is slightly weird."
"Slightly weird?"
"Okay, very weird, talking to you and all," Alfred sat down on the edge of his bed and gave South an exhausted smile. "I never thought I would be in a situation like this."
South shrugged. "I'll tell ya, neither did I, but we just gotta make the best of it." He held something up to Alfred and tossed it to him. It was his bomber jacket.
"Where did you get his?" Alfred asked. He held up the jacket and looked at it gleefully.
South shrugged. "When ya were locked in your room Washington told me that yours was ruined. I just happened to have one similar so I thought I'd give it to ya. That's all." With that he casually strutted out of the room.
Alfred smiled at his old rival as he left then looked back at the jacket. It really was like his old one. He was just about to slip it on when he noticed something on the inside of the collar.
Property of Alfred F. Jones
It wasn't just a spare jacket… it was his. South fixed it for him. A suddenly wave off affection swept over Alfred and he slipped on his jacket with a warm smile on his face.
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Time went by and Alfred, Washington, and Adam spent their days in the rebel base heading out on missions, training the soldiers, and talking strategy with South. The days blurred together as Alfred's schedule became cluttered and randomized.
"So, before I go to bed I need to talk to Tomas about the perimeter defenses, then talk to Hans about weaponry, and then help that nice lady down in level five with programing their security system." Alfred tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"Don't forget that South wants to talk to you about locations of multiple bases, as well." Adam reminded him.
"Ah right." Alfred nodded.
"America, sir!" called a voice. Alfred turned around and saw a young man running towards him. The kid came to a halt in front of Alfred and saluted him. "Sir, Tomas and Hans wanted me to tell you that something has come up and they will not be able to meet with you today."
Alfred nodded. "Alright, then." The boy nodded and then ran off in the other direction.
Adam smiled. "Lucky you, hey, if you want I could talk to South for you. You have to get up early anyways."
"Sweet, man! Thanks!" Alfred smiled with relief. Saying goodbye to Adam he headed back to his room, eager to get to bed.
He made his way down the hall, greeting and waving at people as they past. As he hurried around a corner he ran into a familiar man. "Sorry, dude," Alfred looked down at the man. He strangely wore body armor like as if he was about to enter combat. "I didn't see you there," The man remained silent and stared at him. Alfred stared until it hit him. "Hey, you're the guy from the other day! Why are you wearing body armor?" he asked. The man looked down at himself that shrugged. "Um… right. Well I'm heading back to my room. I'll see you later?" the man didn't respond. Alfred stood there for a little while longer before slowly sidestepping the man. "Okay then… I'll see you later." Alfred walked past the man and headed down the hallway to his room.
Humming a little tune he cheerfully walked down the hall with a slight bounce to his step. His joyful mode was interrupted when he heard footsteps behind him. He stopped humming and glanced around the hall. Deciding that he was alone he continued on his way, only to hear the sound of footsteps again. Alfred slowly glanced over his shoulder and saw the quiet man following him. He couldn't see the man through the black visor of the helmet but he felt the man staring at him. He felt a shiver creep down his spine and he quickened his pace. 'This guy is a creep.'
He heard the footsteps quicken to match his pace. Alfred quickly moved towards his door and ran into his room. He was about slam the door behind him when a black combat boot stopped it. The man slammed his shoulder into the door and forced it open enough for him to slip through.
"What is your problem?!" shouted Alfred. The man didn't answer and instead closed the door and locked it. Alfred glared at him. When the man got close enough he threw a punch at the intruder. He dodged Alfred's punch and body slammed him.
Alfred stumbled backwards and fell on the floor, hitting his head on the metal floor. "Fuck!" he cursed under his breath. 'That's not normal strength!' his eyes flickered open and he tried to locate his attacker. The man straddled him and grabbed the front of his shirt. Alfred tried to push the man off of him but couldn't from his position. Despite being shorter than Alfred the attacker was skilled and had Alfred pinned down to the floor. Getting his arm free he punched as hard as he could at the man's face.
The punch shattered the side of the helmet and it slipped off the man's head. Alfred laid there in shock staring into a pair of dark eyes. "Kiku?" Alfred whispered.
Japan stared back at him. "Alfred-san."
Alfred struggled underneath him but couldn't get free. "Kiku, what are you doing? Let me go! Aren't we friends!?"
Japan's eyes narrowed into a glare. "Friends? Do you have no honor? After all you've done you dare call me a friend?"
Alfred's eyes widened in surprise. The harshness of Japan's words caught him off guard. The Japan he remembers was a quiet thoughtful man. "W-What? What did I do?" His question earned him another smack across the face.
"Because of you, I am nothing but an empty nation like Prussia-kun. Because of you I lost everything." Japan hissed.
Alfred's heart stopped. "I… did… what?"
AN: HAHAHA! I was looking through the comments and I saw that you guys all thought that it was England under that helmet! I feel a bit evil, in fact I'm probably drumming my finger tips together as you are reading this. But in all honesty I enjoyed this chapter and I hope you guys enjoyed this as well :D ... That concludes the important bulletin.
I do not know any language. I used google translate because google is my friend and I hope it isn't steering me wrong.
Russian:
Итальянцы расширяется ... Ничего странного нет. Они, наверное, ищете новые странные ингредиенты положить на макаронные изделия. Германия была странно тихо, что не странно, но он почти не посещает его друзьям или брата. Англия делает меня чувствовать себя неловко.
The italians has been expanding... nothing strange there. They probably are looking for strange new ingredients to put on pasta. Germany has been strangely quiet, which isn't strange but he barely visits his friends or brother. England is making me feel uncomfortable.
привет-Hello
все-Everyone
Мой возлюбленный-My Beloved.
Хорошо-Good
German:
guten Abend- Good evening
Japanese:
こんにちはd-hello