I'll be updating this from time to time but don't expect any consistencies...
btw, my computer died on me (rip, Aksel) andbutso I can't access my draft for shots of war. And I have to use my dad's computer.
Does anyone else name their PC? Or is it just me?
Also, about that literary analysis I mentioned back in chapter 2: I got like a C on it...
Disclaimer: The only thing I own are some photos that I may have illegally gotten off Pixiv. (do I need to ask for permission?)
Fuck this I'm changing Vlad's name to Sasha, 'cause it speaks of manly gayness. Maybe I should edit it in the previous chapters... IDK let me know.
"Keh, Hermann, he looks like Luciano! Nyeh, so cute..."
Hermann was again wondering what lacked in his parenting so that he was the responsible one. He never liked to talk much, but he managed to scrape by with glares and the like.
Godammit, what the hell are you doing.
"Okay, okay, sheesh. We need to find the others, yeah?"
Or more of, someone found them, as they both heard Marco yodeling in German a few hundred feet away. "Guten Tag!~"
"Oh god, make it stop."
Don't feel like it
Meanwhile Italy was marginally freaked out by the weird guy who looked like Germany and wouldn't stop hugging him. He could tell not-Germany was like him and the other nations, but it was sort of... Off. Like some underworld syndicate.
...
He remembered a long time ago, when he was still living with his grandfather, seeing him converse with a dark man in polished roman armor.
"Augustulus, my friend! What brings you here?"
"Look, I don't have time for this. I should be out there conquering stuff with my soldiers."
"Aah, sit down. Your soldiers can handle themselves, tell me what's bothering you."
The dark man, Augustulus, sighed. "It's about my heirs. And yours."
"I see. You're worried about what will happen, no? It took us a long time to come to an agreement, but even now emperors are being assassinated left and right."
"Yeah. You do the politics, I do the war stuff. But I have two sons who will take the empire when I go, and you have yours. Four can't rule a single peninsula... They'll never stop fighting."
"Four can't rule, but perhaps two can. Especially if the two are brothers."
"Are you suggesting a gladiator fight?"
"I want this place to be transitioned to them in the most peaceful way possible."
"Them betting on gladiators? Whoever wins takes all?"
Grandpa shook his head "No, we can't let them, or any future nations to ever meet their counterparts. It could be disastrous."
"So..?"
"We can divide this plane of reality. Your children and their brethren can live on one side. Mine will live on another."
Augustulus took some time to consider it. "That will work"
"I'll go talk to Britannia. She'll find a spell for it."
Once he left Italy came out from his corner. "Avus, who was he?"
"No one important, Felix. You probably won't see anyone like him again."
...
You probably won't see anyone like him again
That was a total lie, the proof right next to him and acting slightly disconcerting.
He played some video games with Japan before. If the same character was chosen, one would have inverted colors. The second player.
Second player... Player two... 2ps.
They stole a helicopter and were flying to England. They being Sasha and Allan.
"... I don't understand why you cover your right eye."
"We've been over this already. A, because my hair's like that and I'm lazy, and B, they've always seen me like that."
"Yeah, but-"
"If someone wears a hat all the time, and then all the sudden stops wearing it, it seems sort of weird *. Same concept. Now shut up, I'm trying to, like, not fly into birds or something." Sasha snapped.
That shut Allan up for a while.
Sasha's phone rang. "Who is it."
"Some guy you keep under the name of сука. Hey, doesn't that mean-"
"Cover for me."
"What? Okay..."
After switching pilots and some stumbling over the seats, the Russia picked up his phone "Hey, сука."
"Oh shut up, you work for the government too."
"You make deals with your boss"
"You do too. Stop acting like some uppity bratva guy." Ivan really hated that nickname.
"It's rude to assume people's gender."
"Oh, you're not a guy? Then what are you, apache attack helicopter?"
"No, shut up. Why the fuck are you even calling me? Al's flying and you better have a good reason before we crash because he's trying not to hit the birds." He felt the helicopter do a nosedive. Do nosedives even apply to helicopters? or is it just planes? "Al, what the hell are you doing?"
"Sorry, babe, thought I saw a flock of geese."
Ivan sighed "Lutz and Hermann are in Berlin. Ours."
"And..?"
"We're having a world meeting here. Italy's missing and I think Japan's having a breakdown."
"What, still has nightmares of Kuro?"
"Stop getting off topic." The 1p snapped "As far as I know, we're the only ones who are completely familiar with each other and it would suck balls if it winds up in WW3."
"So..."
"Get your ass over here in Berlin. Like, now"
"Yergh, whatever." He hung up.
"Allan? I think we need to make a detour to Berlin."
"Ten-four, dollface."
Meanwhile, back in the conference room, Germany was trying (and failing) to maintain order.
France and England were fighting (and occasionally making out, but he decided not to notice), Romano was insulting everything below, above and between the earth, and his brother (when did he get in?) was raising hell.
Then there were Japan and Russia, who were acting weird. Japan's usually neutral demeanor was replaced by a cloud of gloom, which was actually visible as a dark shadow above his head. Russia was muttering under his breath, something about 'vanilla asians' and 'cranberry juice shitheads'. He decided not to ask.
Looking over at America, he noted that he may or may not have been ogling aforementioned Russian. Well, fuck, he didn't need that mental image.
Ludwig pinched the bridge of his nose. Screw it, he really needed a beer.
Marco is 2p! Switzerland. Like the guy who got cut in half from AoT.
Augustulus is 2p! Rome ( also the name of the last roman emperor, as opposed to Romulus, the founder of Rome and my name for the 1p)
*My version of 2p! Russia has a red eye and a yellow one. He keeps the yellow eye covered by hair styled like Ivan's, but longer. (Its his left one. Whoever's looking at him's right)
Avus- grandfather
Felix- the name Feliciano come from the Roman Felicianum, of which a diminutive is Felix.
сука (suka)- bitch (reference to the bitch wars: en. wikipedia wiki/ Bitch_Wars)
vanilla asian is an actual racial slur for Russians. Please don't, like, use it in front of Slavs.
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