He couldn't believe it worked.
He really couldn't believe it worked.
Yao let out a crazed and relieved laugh, leaning against the back of his bedroom door. Feliciano had dropped him home early after England's apparent 'heart attack'. However, it would have made more sense if it was just a splitting headache. They got a call from Alfred when they were on the way to the Chinese man's house in the car.
The British cities of Newcastle Upon Tyne, Sunderland, Durham, York, Lancaster, Carlisle, and Manchester had been bombed by American fighter planes. Just thinking about it made Yao burst into another fit of hysterical giggles.
The seven cities were all closer to the Scottish border, nowhere near England's 'heart', London. As of the census at the beginning of the year, that would make the total amount of deaths at approximately 1 million, 597 thousand, 135 people. Not including animals, of course. Yao would normally be disturbed by such high numbers however, he just couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to care.
"This is Opium we're talking about," he thought to himself, "He took Hong Kong away from me."
Yao gave another grin to himself. He then hurried up the stairs to get ready for bed.
Feliciano pulled into his driveway with a satisfied smirk set on his lips. Getting out of the car, the Italian took his time making his way to the front door. He put the key into the lock. However, before turning it, the nation began to type out a complicated set of numbers on the keypad beside it. Then, he looked into the eye scanner that popped out of the wall. After that, he scanned his hand print. Finally, he turned the key and let himself into the house.
He had it all installed just the week before. If anyone who wasn't registered on his list of friends or allies were to try to get in, they would find themselves, a) obliterated if they were human or b) without an appendage if they were a nation. The Italian considered it quite neat.
Feliciano was quite happy that their first mission was a success. Watching England keel over like that had been the best highlight of his day. He knew it certainly made Yao's. The Italian frowned at the thought of his friend.
As much as he wanted to help him, Feliciano just couldn't get the Asian to talk about what was bothering him. Alfred hadn't had much luck on his end either. He truly was at a loss at what to do.
Shaking his head, Feliciano sighed and hurried up to his bedroom. The next day would surely be hectic and he needed his rest.
The nation ran a hand through his brown hair, sighing. An elated grin was on his face after the pilot left his office. He leaned back in his chair and smirked. His secretary came into the room with a cup of coffee, which he thanked her for. Then, he pulled out his laptop as she left.
Alfred turned on his computer, idly sipping the hot beverage as he waited for it to load.
He had to admit, he thought that he had done a pretty good job. Checking the news, Alfred smirked as he read the reports. 1,597,135 people dead? None injured? The sight of American fighter planes flying in and bombing without clearance? Check, check, and check.
The American grinned, leaning back in his chair and sipping his coffee.
Now the only thing left to do is wait for the next World Meeting to make his move…..
Dramatic Purpose of this Chapter: To provide information and to advance the plot. I'm sorry, we just finished Macbeth in English class and for that we had to list each of the dramatic purposes of each scene. If you guys want, I can keep doing this kind of thing for future chapters.
Speaking of which, I'm really sorry that this one is so short.