Matthew woke with a gasp. A gasp that shook his entire body while his eyes went wide. His heart wasracingsomething fierce. He tried to grab it, but he quickly found his hands were bound—His hands were bound!
Yes, his hands were bound in front of him, but not with rope, oh no. This person did their research as Matthew's hands were bound with metal around both of his hands so he couldn't attempt to pick the lock and free himself.'Gauntlet cuffs.'He realized after a moment as he tried to tug on them, but they refused to budge. The metal was cold against his flesh. These handcuffs were attached to the table by a thick and sturdy metal chain. It didn't stop at his hands either; he quickly realized his legs were bound to the legs of his chair. He looked down and saw the same thick chain wrapped around his legs like a heavy and fat serpent that wasn't letting up anytime soon.
Matthew's memory came rushing back to him and he jerked his head away from his bound state and looked around quickly to see the others and make sure they were okay.
They , bosses included, were tied and bound in the exact same way he was. The only difference was that they were still very much asleep, they're heads were all lulled to the side. A few were even facing the ceiling as they slept. They…they looked dead. They weren't, he knew that they're breathing was most likely shallow due to whatever drug they had taken.
Matthew looked over to his right and realized he wasnotin the seat he had traded Kiku with. Instead he was in his original seat and right next to Feliciano. Honestly, Matthew wasn't angry about this, not in the slightest as he stared at Feliciano. Feliciano had his head down, chin against his chest as he slept. Drool was running from his mouth, but there was no smile on his face.'He smiles when he sleeps.' It was a silly thing to think of at this moment, but not seeing a smile on Feliciano's face just seemed so wrong.
Pierre Mccoy was right next to Matthew on his left. Pierre, like Feliciano, had his head down against his chest. His eyes were twitching violently under his eyelids. With Pierre being so close it was easier for Matthew to see just how shallow his breathing was. Pierre also had a thick string of drool running down into his lap from his open mouth.
'Secret service, what happened to the secret service?'Matthew wondered as he got his bearings back and tore his eyes away from Feliciano. They had secret service, theyallhad secret service! Yet, there was no secret service to befound! Matthew's throat felt dry, too dry as his breathing hitched in his throat and bumps rose along his arms.
'Alfred!'Matthew thought. If he could just get his brother up; he'll be able to break out of his binds with ease and get the rest of them out of here!
Only, when Matthew turned to look at his twin he found that whomever had them in their clutches weresmart. Not only were they able to tell the difference between Matthew and Alfred, but they madesureAlfred wasn't getting out of his binds. They knew, as Alfred was the United States of America, simple chains weren't going to cut it.
Alfred was tied to a different chair than the rest of them. This chair looked to be sturdy and heavy to boot as it looked to be made out ofmetal. It was like a chair Matthew had never seen. It made him wonder if whoever had them hadmadethis chair specifically for Alfred so he couldn't potentially get up and break it. Of course, getting up wasn't going to be easy, as mentioned they did not bind him lightly.
Alfred was bound with thick chains around his anklesandknees. These chains were different from Matthew's own and it made him wonder if it wasmilitarygrade metal. Something like titanium. Another chain ran across Alfred's middle; keeping him bound to the back of the chair. Alfred's arms were also bound with the same chains, but like the rest of them his hands had gauntlet cuffs, unlike the rest of them, his cuffs were obviously made of a higher grade metal just the same as his chains. There was more, of course. Outside of more chains along both shoulders and chains along his arms toabsolutelykeep him in place; he also had amuzzleon his face.
Matthew never thought he'd see the day, but there it was around his brother's mouth. The muzzle was made of metal and had sharp jagged edges. It was wrapped snugly around his mouth. It covered his mouth and chin and there was no hole for him to talk out of. Alfred's head was down against his chest, eyes shut, but moving rapidly.
A shivering breath left Matthew's mouth and his mouth felt painfully dry. He then tried to jerk out of his binds, to free himself from the chair at the very least. "Al!Al!" Matthew started to yell as he tried to keep his panic at bay. If he could get his brother up and alert, then maybe Alfred could find a way out of his binds. He was stillAmerica, he was stillstrong. If there was a weak point; Alfred could find it.
Then the doors to the meeting room burst open. "Rise andShine!" came a woman's happy laugh as she walked in like she owned the place.
This woman was followed in by at least ten men, or at least Matthewthinksthey're all men. It was hard to say, they were covered head to toe in black. Their pants were made from military grade fabric, their shirts looked to be just normal long-sleeved thickened winter shirts, but theyallhad bullet proof vests on. Their faces were obscured by masks. These masks were for the winter, thin and pressed against the face, not halloween masks. Each mask had a different design on it. Some went typical with a skull print while others had Yokai, or Kabuki prints on them.
Now, this woman was the only one tonothave her entire body hidden away. She wore blue jeans that looked to be tight as they hugged her curves. She also had on a crisp and white button down shirt under a bulletproof vest. Matthew was quick to notice the hand gun that was strapped to her thigh. She swept through the room, making a bee-line straight for the head of the table. Straight forMatthew.
Her blonde hair caught in the light and almost seemed to shimmer, however, Matthew with his keen eyes noted as she got closer her hair seemed to have an brassy orangeness to it. Meaning it was probably bleached blonde and not toned out. This woman reached the head of the table and Matthew looked down and saw that she too was wearing combat boots. These boots had a shine to them and the soles looked unwithered. These boots were brand new in other words. Then, when she was practically on top of him, he saw she was clearly of average height for a woman in her…er…early twenties? Maybe mid-twenties, it was hard to tell in all honesty.
The woman smiled and when she did so Matthew had a sinking feeling. There was somethingfamiliarabout this woman, but he just couldn't place it. She looked like she was going to walk past him, but instead she walked until she was right behind him. "I have to admit, I didn't expect you to avoid the baklava." Her voice had a russian accent to it, but something didn't feel right about that. She then reached out and touched his hair.
Matthew felt a shiver down his spine as she gently ran her fingers through his hair. He could feel her nails against his scalp and Matthew sucked in a deep breath. "I picked it out just for you. I was told it was one of your favorites." Her voice suddenly became high pitched and borderline whiny. "How rude of you to reject it. Why would you do that?"
Matthew swallowed hard and kept his mouthshut. The woman continued to rake her fingers through his hair before she intertwined her hand along his locks andpulled. Matthew wasn't tender headed, thank goodness because this woman had pulled rather hard and had taken it's ponytail out as a result. This was so his neck was craned back and forced to look at her. "Hmph…" Her amber eyes stared at him with dissatisfaction before she let his hair go and walked away from him.
"You don't know who I am, do you?" She asked him all while walking up to Feliciano. Matthew said nothing as he continued to glare at this woman. She smiled that familiar smile at him and then impatient snapped her fingers at the nearest guard. This guard reached into his pocket and wordlessly handed her a syringe. "I thought so. Don't worry, Love, you will." Then she proceeded to stab Feliciano in the neck with the syringe.
Feliciano's whole body jerked forward as he let out a short scream. Then, much like how Matthew had woken, he let out a loud gasp and tried to throw himself forward. Feliciano was immediately panicking and crying once he realized he was bound. "What's happening!?" Feliciano wailed as he tried to struggle out of his bounds. Then, Feliciano opened his eyes as he looked at Matthew and his eyes went from Matthew toAlfred. All at once Feliciano had an eerie calm about him as hereallytook in the situation.
It was a chain reaction after that. Several nations were stabbed with syringes, no doubt the same stuff that had woken Feliciano from his own slumber. Much like Feliciano they had all gasped in shock and jerked violently, even Ludwig had such an adverse reaction. It wasn't just nations that got this treatment as bosses were also woken up in the same fashion. Only their reactions were…worse. It could possibly be because they were human and not as strong as the nations themselves, but when Pierre was stabbed Matthew thought he was going to die then and there.
Pierre jerked himself forward so violently all while letting out a guttural groan from deep within his body. That groan just kept coming as he jerked and shook violently from his bound position. "Pierre!" Matthew yelled in fear as Pierre suddenly slumped forward and proceeded to vomit up his breakfast all along his lap. However; after that Pierre slumped. He fell forward but he wasawake. His eyes were open and his breathing started to regulate. He was still drooling, but it was clear that he was slowly getting his barings about him.
"What is the meaning of this!" Ludwig barked out immediately trying to take control of the situation. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?"
"I do." The woman didn't hesitate as she walked away from him. "Do you?" She shot back while going to inject the President of the United States with the same serum she had used for the others. "I mean, if you guys were evenhalfway competent you would have seen this coming from a mile away." She then injected the president.
Much like Pierre, President Hill had jerked, gasped, and sputtered while thrashing in his seat. Unlike Pierre he did not vomit. He did cry, however, low and pitiful wails as he too was trying to process just what was happening.
"What do you mean by that?" Germany demanded.
"Hm, you'll see. Let's let the others wake up." The woman only smiled a twisted smile as she approached Alfred but didn't prick him.
Nations and bosses were rudely awakened from their slumber one by one. Each person having almost the same reaction, even the bosses had become predictable as Pierre wasn't the only one to let out that gutteral groan or even vomit.
The woman saved the best for last as once everyone was awake, conscious, and demanded answers from her, she then injected Alfred.
Alfred had sucked in a breath, his eyes snapped open, but he couldn't jerk forward. No, those chains were strong, stronger thanhimit would seem as he stayed in place. He didtry, but the chair wasn't moving either it would seem. Alfred let out a muffled yell as he looked at all of them and realized the predicament they were all in. His face was scrunched in anger behind the muzzle keeping him quiet. "Gooooood Morning, America!" The woman smiled as she pinched his cheek. "So nice of you to join us! See, we, my friends and I, did our research on you. We knew you might be something of a threat." She scrunched her nose up at him, mocking him, no doubt. "We also know you're loud and didn't want to deal with that. So, you're just going to be a good little nation and watch for once."
Alfred yelled something behind the muzzle. His eyes alight with unbridled fury while he tried, and failed, to break out of his bounds.
"You could get NATO involved—oh wait! You're all already here!" The woman then turned to everyone with a smile. "So no, nobody else is coming to help, how can they! NATO and the UN all in one big room andwehold the keys to your chains." She hissed to Alfred. "The great America, finally taken down a peg. Oh, it makes me so happy to see. Now, if it makes you feel better, I'm not here for you. I'm sure one of my friends is, but not me."
She then turned and walked away from a still yelling Alfred. The veins in Alfred's neck started to bulge. There was a fury behind those eyes that Matthew hadn't seen in a long time.
Then, with no warning, the back of Matthew's chair was grabbed and he was being dragged away from Pierre and Feliciano. One of these goons planted Matthew right beside Alfred at the head of the table. "Where are you—" Pierre suddenly tried to speak but he let out a sharp gasp and cut himself off as he recoiled visibly.
"Don't worry about it." The woman then took up that empty space just so she could lean down in front of Feliciano. Just so heknewshe wanted his attention specifically she grabbed his chin so he'd be forced to look at her.
"Don't touch him!" Lovino let out a bark.
The woman smiled at Feliciano. "Do you know who I am?" She inquired in a soft voice. "Matthew doesn't, neither does Pierre, so, I suppose you're the last one. Do you know who I am?"
Feliciano was trembling in his chair as he gave his head a scared shake.
"No?" She asked in a voice that could almost be considered cooing.
"N…No." He whispered, his voice just barely above a whisper. "No, I don't…"
"Tell you what? How about a hint, yeah? To jog your memory because one of you threehaveto know who I am, right?" She laughed and let go of Feliciano's face. The woman reached up and dragged her hand down her face as she then shook her head and looked up at the ceiling.
The movement had been quick, so quick that nobody saw it coming until it happened. With her right hand she reached down, snatched the gun that was attached to her leg, pointed the gun at Matthew and then fired.
Matthew's headsnappedback when the bullet entered and then exited through his right eye, gore splattering all around him, painting the window that was directly behind him a nasty and uneven shade of red. Matthew then slumped back as his body went limp in his chair. In the blink of an eye Matthew Williams was dead. Blood running down in rivets down his nose and dripping onto his lap and shirt.
"MATTHEW!"Arthur screamed as he violently fought about his binds. Tears perked in the corners of his eyes.
Francis let out a loud sob from his own chair next to Arthur."Mon Dieu." France whispered as he had to look away from his deceased son.
Alfred let out a blood curdling scream from behind his muzzle. The muscles along his arms and neck were bulging violently as he jerked his entire body in every which way.
Feliciano gasped as tears immediately ran down his cheeks. He couldn't even say anything as he stared in shock at Matthew's body, as blood was still dripping from the open wound and splattering along the ground. "Do you know who I am now? You should." The woman put the gun back in her holster. Then, like a bad habit, she dropped the Russian accent and spoke again. This time her accent was clear as she wasCanadian, not Russian. "You did that to my mother three years ago." She hissed at Feliciano. "Shot her right in the head." Then the woman poked Feliciano dead set in the center of his forehead, mimicked a gun with her fingers and pretended to set the gun off with a soft 'pow!' leaving her mouth.
It was like Feliciano was dragged back into the past. Back to that stupid hotel lobby. His trembling hands holding on to Alfred's revolver, his ears ringing as his hands tingle. Julian Cobrick's lifeless body was crumpled to the floor, a clean shot straight to the head. Her blonde hair matted with sticky red blood as the blood flowed out to Feliciano's feet. Matthew was screaming in the background, trying desperately to keep Riley alive as Julian had managed to shoot Riley before meeting her end.
"...Rosalie." Pierre whispered as he sucked in several deep and calming breaths. "Rosalie Cobrick."
"Ding! Ding! Congrats, you finally got something right!" Rosalie yelled with fake delight as she turned to face Pierre now. "Well, kinda. It's Rosalie King now. But I can't blame you for not knowing that."
"If you have a family then why are you doing this?" Ludwig demanded; he kept his voice low. "You're putting them at risk."
"My husband knows the risk. In fact he's right over there. Say Hi." She pointed off towards the doors, to the left guard that was standing there with an assault rifle in his hands. The man's face was still hidden, of course. Still, he waved. "Why are we doing this?" Rosalie laughed and then proceeded to sit on the table. She was sitting in a way that she was between Feliciano and Romano.
"Well, why does anyone do anything? Because we can," Rosalie looked at everyone. One by one she locked eyes witheveryonein that giant room. "We all have our reasons for doing this. It's not just me. I'm surprised, after what happened three years ago, I figured you guys would be in hiding. I know I would have. I would have at least changed myname, but notoneof you did that! I figured you would have." She then looked at Feliciano, her amber eyes boring right into his own amber eyes. "Then again, I'm glad you didn't." She chirped and hopped off of the table. "It made stalking you a lot easier. Oh, before I forget." Then she was touching him.
Her hands patted at his shirt and then quickly down to his pockets. Then, like a snake, her hand found its way into his pocket. "Stop it!" Feliciano barked.
"I'll rip your fingers off!" Romano was less kind in his threat as he yelled at Rosalie. Rosalie paid him no mind as she pulled out what she was looking for.
"Here. Heison amphetamines." She then slid the bottle of Adderall towards Ludwig. "You were right about that. Adderall is one hell of a drug. Matthew knew this of course as the two of them shared a room last night. Don't worry, they were right. Nothing happened."
Feliciano felt his face get hot as he looked away from everyone.
Pierre looked at Feliciano for a second. Feliciano looked back at him briefly before looking back down at his lap. Pierre thought about it and then looked at Rosalie. "You're the reason our hotel rooms were all over the place, weren't you?"
Rosalie turned to Pierre and only smiled. "Of course, I was. In fact, I was the one to checkallof you in!" She giggled. "I had no clue what I was doing; if that wasn't obvious enough. I'm sure Russia had you all figured out, but I didn't really care."
"You just gave us all random room keys!? That explains so much." Seychelles had gasped as she looked at Rosalie.
Rosalie shrugged again. "I didn't care about the rest of you. My beef was withthem." She jutted her thumb at Feliciano and Matthew.
"What happened to the hotel staff! What did you do to them!" Belarus demanded. "If you hurt anyone of my brother's citizens; there won't be anywhere you can't go that I won't find you!"
Rosalie waved Belarus off fairly quickly. "Calm down, our beef is with you nations, as for the hotel workers they, like you, fell for the oldest trick in the book. Free food. That sedative we gave you guys is no joke. Of course it isn't, we specifically made it so it could knock you out in minutes. They're in the basement of the hotel. I'm sure they've woken up by now and are lumbering out of the basement in confusion."
Pierre looked at Rosalie as she walked past him. "Rosalie, I'm sorry about what happened with your mother—" Then he was met with a fist to the side of his head. Pierre let out a gasp in pain as stars danced along his vision and his right eye immediately blackened. Then the back of his head was grabbed and his face wasslammedinto the table by a sickening force. His nose cracked loudly, so loudly that it was heard by everyone in the room.
"You don't get to talk about my mother!" Rosalie screamed; spittle flying from her mouth. "She would have been a better Prime Minister than you!"
Pierre groaned as he lifted himself up. He spat a bloody glob of spit on the table and gave a shivering breath.
"You can't do this!" President Hill suddenly yelled. Rosalie looked at him.
"Can't I?"
"No, we're leaders! You'll…" President Hill swallowed hard and narrowed his eyes at her. "You'll be dealt with accordingly!"
"Oh! Oh no! Not 'dealt with accordingly!' The horror!" Rosalie dramatically sat on the table right next to President Hill and draped an arm over her eyes.
"You know what I mean! You can't touch us—" Then Rosalie, who was still on the table, jerked her leg out and kicked the President right in the face. Her boot connected with his nose and it was at that moment they learned that her boots were steel-toed. His nose shattered upon impact.
President Hill let out a howl of pain. Rivers of blood streamed down both of his nostrils, gushing blood against his suit. He gagged and coughed out blood from his mouth as his lips busted just the same. The blood streamed down his chin and splattered against his lap and the table a like.
Alfred violently struggled against his bonds, he rocked his body back and forth in an attempt to dislodge himself.
"I can't do what?" Rosalie demanded with a sickly sweet smile to the President. "You see you—all of you! Every single one of you!" She pointed to bosses and nations alike. "Seem to think that you're untouchable! You're not! None of you are! Especially you!" She then snarled in Hill's face. "You think you're untouchable, the next god, you hide behind security and secret service, because at the end of the day: You're just a man."
"Your beef isn't with our bosses…" Feliciano then spoke, his voice was soft but it could still be heard. "It's with us, Matthew and I more specifically! You shouldn't involve innocent people because you're angry!" He yelled at her.
Rosalie looked at him, her head tilted to the side, she had this curious look along her features. She looked genuinely confused. "You think your bosses areinnocent?" She then asked him. "They arefarfrom innocent! I'll repeat what I said earlier: We are here because we have beef with you,allof you. In fact…" She walked over to the Italian President who was sitting next to Lovino.
President Mattarella immediately sucked in a sharp breath when Rosalie squatted down beside him. "To prove my point, there's someone whoreallywants to see you again, Mr. President." She grinned.
One of the guards approached and with ease he removed his mask from his face. "Hello, boys. It's been a while." He said to Feliciano and Lovino respectfully as he put a hand on the backs of their chairs.
Their eyes went wide once the brothers realized who they were looking at. Their ex-prime minister, that's who.
"C—Cicero?" Lovino's breath hitched. "You—"
"—Should be in jail for treason? Funny story about that. I met Mrs. King while I was behind bars and she offered me a proposal I just couldn't turn down. She pulled a few strings and now I'm here."
"We would have known if you escaped." Lovino snarled.
Cicero's mud brown eyes never waved from Lovino's own eyes as she smiled. "I never escaped. In fact, the guards think I'm still there. They were paid handsomely to do so." He then sighed happily. "Funny, how money talks, but it also shuts mouths."
"What do you want from us, Aru?" China suddenly asked as Rosalie walked past him. Rosalie stopped for a moment. "And where isRussia!What have you done with him?"
"Russia? Hm. Don't worry about him, Sweetheart. He's not important. Now, what do I want from you?...Nothing."
Everyone stared at Rosalie. "I don't believe you, Aru. You want something." China hissed to her.
"Hm… Maybe I do want something." She continued to walk down the table as she passed each nation, each boss, and only gave them a passing look at best. When she passed by Cuba, Cuba tried to jerk his chair back, no doubt in an attempt to attack her. Rosalie stepped out of the way with ease and then pushed his chair back in. "I just like to watch you guyssquirm. I suppose that's why we're all here. This isn't an assassination, I mean if it was we would have done so by now. At least to the humans." She continued to walk down the line of nations without a care in the world.
Rosalie then halted right beside Tino. "You know, you have some rowdy boys." She told him and Tino's aura turned deadly in seconds.
"If you harm my children—"
"Harm? Oh no. Well, so long as you all stay in line. That is." Rosalee then grabbed a remote from somewhere on her person and pressed a button. A giant projector screen slowly lowered itself from the center of the ceiling. Once it extended to its fullest length, she pressed another button and a screen illuminated the projector. This was visible on both sides of the table so everyone could see.
It was a security feed. A feed to what had to be the basement of this place if the barren concrete walls and floors were anything to go by. In this room?Allof the Micronations. They were all sitting on the floor. Say for one. Riley.
Riley was up and had noticed the camera. Riley was jumping up and down and waving his arms clearly hoping to getsomeone'sattention by doing this.
Peter was curled up in the farthest corner. His head was against his knees while his arms were tucked under his legs. Sven was sitting across from Peter, he had his back to the wall and was slumped. He was gently knocking his shoes together. Wendy was next to Sebastian. Like Peter, she had curled up and tucked her head against her knees. Sebastian had an arm wrapped around Wendy and pulled her into his side. They all looked so scared. Even Riley, who was desperately trying to get someone to notice him.
"Don't worry, they don't know what's going on exactly. All they know is that they've been locked in the basement. It's been…hm…Roughly two hours now? So, they've caught on that something's wrong. Maybe the lock is jammed? Maybe the nations are in trouble. We can sense their fear through us. Isn't that how it works? Then again…Quebec's rather lively given how Canada currently is." Rosalie circled the whole table and came back to Feliciano. "But given how scared he's looking. Maybe he knows something is wrong."
"Your mother shot—" Feliciano started and suddenly something cold, metallic, and hard was pressed against his temple.
"Choose your next wordsverycarefully." Rosalie threatened between clenched teeth as she held her gun tightly. "I shot one of you today, wanna make it two?"
"..." Feliciano sucked in several deep breaths, his heart was thudding painfully against his rib cage as his hands trembled. He just couldn't say it.
"That's what I thought." Rosalie lowered her gun. "And a FYI, foreveryonein this room. She wasn't aiming for the brat. She was aiming for Canada that day."
"If that were true then she would havehitMatthew. He's six foot and Riley is literally a whole foot shorter. Say what you want, but you cannot convince me that your mother aimed for anyone else but Riley that day." Feliciano knew that was the wrong thing to say, but he just couldn't stop himself from saying it. Rosalie turned to him, but before she could raise her pistol, Cicero spoke.
"Let me handle this one,signorina. You took care of your nation. This one is mine."
Feliciano let out a choke as he felt an arm coil around his neck like a snake. Then in one quick movement, before he could beg, before Lovino could beg, his neck was twisted. There was an audible crack that rang through the air as Cicero proceeded to break Feliciano's neck.
"Wait!" Ludwig had tried to yell, but by then it was too late, Feliciano was dead.
Gilbert let out a startled gasp and had to look away. He wasn't alone either. Several others let out their own started cries.
"Jo!"Albania yelled the loudest when Feliciano slumped in his chair and didn't move after that.
Feliciano's eyes were still open and lifeless as he stared at the ceiling.
Cicero let out an honest to god whoop of delight. "Whew! I've been wanting to do that for a while now!" He cheered as he walked away, but not before pointing at Lovino's horrified face. "What about you,Capo? Hm? Wanna be next? Got something smart to say to me?"
Lovino let out a noise as tears perked in his eyes at the sight of Feliciano's lifeless body.
"That's what I thought. I find it funny that the little fucker was on adderall andstillcan't keep his mouth shut for the life of him!" Cicero laughed as he then grabbed the bottle that was in front of Ludwig for himself.
"Doesanybodyelse want to test our patience?!" Rosalie demanded, her voice going high and borderline manic. There was silence. Lovino let out a short sob, however as he stared at Feliciano's limp body next to him, he said nothing.
Alfred, like before with Matthew, had let out a scream from behind his muzzle. That's two G8 members, maybe three, that were now dead. Two of which were close to him.
"That's what I thought." Rosalie then grabbed a chair at the head of the table, between Alfred and Matthew's deceased, but healing, body. She then propped her feet up on the table and leaned back in her chair. "Don't be so glum. He'll heal. You nations always do. In fact, I'm willing to bet he'll be back before ol' Mattie here." She smiled as she jutted her thumb towards Matthew's direction.
"Do you know the damage you two just did to Italy and Canada respectfully?" Arthur whispered to Rosalie.
Rosalie smiled. "Of course I do. That's why I'm doing this. Not for money, not for fame, maybe not even for revenge. Simply because I can. I also want to state this. Ifanyof you attempt to step out of line—" Rosalie then pointed towards the projection of the Micronations. "We will go afterthem. You guys? You'll heal, but willthey?"
"You wouldn'tdare!" Tino screamed. "They're justchildren! If you have a problem with us, that's fine! Don't harm the children!"
"Sealand is a rusty old fort in the middle of the ocean. Tell me, Finland." Rosalie put her hands in her lips as she stared at Tino now. "Will he survive a gunshot to the head? Or will his little ship justcollapsein the middle of the ocean? Dismantled and now deceased?"
Tino let out a scared gasp. "He's just a child!"
"What of Ladonia? Oh, he's so small. Do you think his little land will just crumble to dust if his neck was snapped? Wy? Seborga? That's the funny thing about your little micronations, isn't it? They're solittle. One big thing that happens to their bodies could justdestroytheir tiny lands. What about you?" She pointed to Lovino. "Do you think Seborga would survive having his neck snapped the way little Feli will? Me? Personally? Nah. I don't think he will. I think the principality of Seborga will just…poof. It'll be so bad that his little micronation and he'll be nothing more than dust."
"..." Lovino let out a shaky and uneven breath as his curl was completely scrunched up. She took his silence as an answer.
"Then I suggest you all stay in line, for the children's sake if nothing else."
A/N: If it isn't clear: I have issues with the way the second story ended. Namely the final show down between Cicero and the Italy brothers. I decided to rectify it here and now and give them a proper ending. :)