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(OPT. B) Chapter Sixty-Three

"...what do we do now?"

It wasn't a bad question. Not at all. In fact, she was pleased he planned on stillnmoving forward with her plan even after his love had been so ruined.

It only made it harder to not smile.

"Don't worry, darling. He will be fine!"

Vietnam looked up at her with a wounded look in his eyes - one that did nothing to sway her. She had seen that exact same look too many times, as if she were just mashing them onto new faces every time.

Vietnam treated this as a loss, however, she saw it as a win. It may not have gone to plan, but she was still in the lead. America was Pangea's most capable warrior along with Australia. The last two Onyx Eyes in her cavalry. And now?

Both of them traumatised and hospitalised.

Fantastic.

Granted, Pangea still had the upper hand. She was the only one with a real army. She may not have her prized generals any more- but she still had plenty of drones. Whereas she had to, admittedly, stoop quite low to gain more numbers.

And she was about to do it again.

"Vietnam," she said in a sweeping voice, standing tall.

The small Vietnamese boy looked up at her tiredly, his mouth pressed into a small hard line.

"I must go. There is business I must attend to."

"What?? But- you can't just leave!"

The woman began sashaying toward the door, "Actually, I can."

Veitnam stood up, his chair grating against the ground slightly, the pitch matching the rhythmic heatbeat monitor.

"You didn't say this was going to happen. You said that he would be safe and happy and healthy with me forever. You didn't hold up your end off the deal!"

The woman smiled at him sweetly, hanging on the door frame.

"My dear, you didn't hold up yours."

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Russia wiped sweat off his forehead. He was at Slovakia's house planning to have a movie marathon like old times, but she got the wrong type of popcorn so she had to duck to the store.

He smiled, setting up the pan they were going to use to cook it. When they were kids the two of them would spend all day trying to make actually edible meals for their parents - well, usually Slovakia's parents. Slovakia always got salty though, because she was so small she had yo stand on a step stool while Russia could easily reach the pan. He would always tease her about it and fluff up her hair or hold something out of her reach like an asshole.

Good times.

Thinking he heard a faint noise, Russia looked up from his nostalgia trip and looked through the kitchen doorway. Weirdly, in Slovakia's apartment the kitchen is a separate room to the rest of the apartment, unlike usually open kitchen plans.

"Slovakia?" Russia called.

No answer.

Big red flag. Slovakia always called out to him when she came home, unless she was in a bad mood. But even then, she would almost immediately find him where ever he was and complain about whatever happened. Plus, he didn't hear the door open.

Russia growled under his breath and grabbed the nearest knife he could find, which was a pitiful little knife to cut things like cucumber or carrot. He slowly moved towards the doorway, peering out into the living room just off centre.