A night In Paris ( Countryhumans)

Mother and daugther part 2

Once the door was closed, the two men were alone in the room. America was standing next to the door, staring intensely at the Third Reich, as if at any moment he was about to throw himself at the other man to punch his calm face, Maybe it was to appease all his frustration that he had accumulated since the end of the war. He couldn't satisfy the desires he felt at that time. All his disgust and horror at the discovery of the concentration and extermination camp. When he heard  the official reports about those camps, he couldn't believe it. He had to go there to see what the reality was, going against the advices from his superiors.

Right now, it was the perfect occasion, to be able to expunge all those feelings. And to feel under his blows the body of his enemy bend, bleed. It would only be justice to all the wrong and tragedies that he had caused in Europe.

However, the young country had to get his act together and not allow himself to be consumed by those impulses. America clenched his fists to contain himself as he opened his mouth twice but no sound came out, he did not understand his own hesitation. The man in front of him had no real power, no one support him anymore, so why could he not say a word.

He had to question him before the others arrived. The young man readjusted his shirt as if by this gesture he wanted to restore his confidence and reflect a certain image of himself. As if he were just an actor playing a role on stage. Here he played a confident man, who fear no one.

"Well, let's pick up where we left off. Since the kids are gone. What do you know about all the current cases?

-I don't know what you're referring to. All I remember about the last few weeks is the darkness surrounding me inside the bunker.

-Is it possible that you have been living inside this bunker for all these years? This is impossible...I saw a picture of your corpse!!" America was frightened, he had trouble to conceal the panic that was rising inside his body. Losing his composure as the other man looked at him. Those blue-grey eyes were shining like a star, staring at him with an icy look, a look that despised him from top to bottom. America was feeling dirty, humiliated by having lost his composure. He had to control himself. This man was no longer the one playing with the peace of the Western world, he was no longer the one who had that power in his hands.

On these reassuring thoughts, America was able to recover and like a lion he was about to throw his claws on his prey, however that wasn't what happened.

"Who told you I could be dead?"

The icy gaze of the Third Reich pierced again through him. America felt a thrill roaming in his skin, his panic returned more powerfull than before due to this man. But the panic attack did not last, as it was soon replaced by the feeling of a pure hate, as he was once again have been deceive by this monster who had put on a man's skin.

"I was sure, USSR falsified your death! In order to ... "America's confidence shattered at that time. Ashamed, he continued to deliberate these accusations which he didn't believe himself. "To have your secrets or to pass as a hero in front of everyone and probably to impress France to be able to fuck her better, that bitch! I'm leaving right now to interrogate him, no, it would be better to wait, I'm not done with you yet. .. Hey, are you listening?

- Tt... United States of America, you are still an idiot, an ignorant of the relations between the different European countries. Your father must haven't taught you good manners. You don't insult a lady. And for your motto, France is ... as I learned far too late ... My grandmother.

-You have fucked your grandmother! Cried out  loud America in a disgusting tone, hiding his pride in the fact that his false accusations had borne a fruit. This tyrant would therefore be the grandson of France.