The Aftermath

Chapter 14

"Unbelieveble!" UK stormed into the tent and threw the gun on some table. France jumped up at his loud apperance but slumped back down again. "This little wretched... thing is still completly clueless, so he claimed while definetly knowing what he was saying.", he called out. UK was still enraged of what he just heard ten minutes ago. First that Germany-Thing was clearly mocking and insulting him in rude, petty ways. Then this cunt hat the nerve to completly freak out when he told him that he would rightfully lose his rights to his apparent ground. "Guess what this abomination said when I told him the truth." UK looked  angrily around and finally noticed America, who was sitting on the flimsy field table, cleaning a few guns and sometimes taking notes in a book with a map beside it. "Someting that made you mad.", he said absently. "Throwing tea away or something." " Oh, bloody shut up! You were not there to witness this madness." UK walked angrily up and down while speaking and pulling his clothes straight. "This thing... there is no other way to describe this... this animal crawled towards me like a deranged dog or some kind of monster, pulling weird grimaces and telling that we have oh-no right to do that and all. Seriously, what did he think would happend?" "Because it is a deranged monster.", France answerd pragmaticlly. "Something else interesting?", America asked, without taking really notes of his anger. "I told him what is up now, he got mad, said we were the problem here and then I got angry and said... a few words of choice..." America giggled. France gave his son a stern look. After two days since the talk they had together as allied forces, she still looked tired and worn out. "I told him that he had no right to complain after that what he did. And..." UK was fuming again. He felt like he could rip down something out of anger. "He claimed not to know ANYTHING!" UK huffed and looked around for confirmation of his feelings. America looked shortly up. France gasped quietly. "This absolute asshole said IN MY FACE that I supposedly just MADE IT ALL UP to make HIM feel uncomfortable or something. And called me his racist, fanatical slurs all over the place." UK took a deep breath and trying to finally calm down after getting all this what just happend, off his chest.

"It is still a nazi, what do you expect?", said France angrily. "It is the same 3.Reich, just hiding under a new paintjob." "I start to believe that too.", UK grunted and walked over to the next water bottle. "It was even the same crazyness in that eyes... the same unlimited bloodlust, like when this thing appeared out of nowhere the first time." "Right from hell with all that smoke.", France added. UK nodded and forced himself to sit down and took off his hat to rub his temples. "Sounds just like the same nutcase as ever.", America said while writing something down again. A short silence came up, but the said enraged words still hang in the air. UK drank a little bit of water, took deep breaths and looked sometimes over to France, who sat curled up in a ball and just stared blankly at the opposite side of the tent wall. He knew that all this weighted heavily upon her and even for him this was a lot to take in. Wars... only causing trouble... and a logistical nightmare at worst. It will take a long time to heal and it will be even worse and harder then after the first great war. "Fucking nazis...", he scoffed. "This will follow us for a long while, I belive.", UK said tiredly. "I don't even want to start with dealing with that thing in that basement for the net years... or centuries." "Mon diou...", France gasped. "I will never feel safe in this world with this nazi sitting somewhere... waiting to get revenge all over again..." She started to sniffle. "Speaking of nazis...", America suddenly said incidental while putting the last pieces in place on the gun. "I have a plan for that." UK and France looked up in suprise.

"While this Germany-Thing hangs around in his time-out-cave, we can at least deal with all the other nazis we have hanging around.From all the high animals down to the everyday person." He smiled with conficence. "First of all, we are getting justice for us... and the rest. And second, we can gain some control over this mess of a place." UK tilted his head in confusion. "That... is all?", he asked doubtful. "I don't think..." "Just look at it that way: When we get this country egonomicly up on it's feet a little, we have a good ground for some profit for us. I mean, we all could use some financial and working support now." "So, you want to built this nazi-land back up?!", France suddenly shrieked up. UK tried to appear as if his ears were still intact. He noticed shortly the annoyed look on America's face, then he put up a patient smile. "No France.", he said friendly, maybe a little bit tooo friendly. "This was not what I said. My point was that this land belongs to us now, so we can use the resorces on it, or that what is left on it in our favor, inclusively the people on it. The germans praise themself of loving their work, so they will basicly fly backwards if the got the oppertunity to get a job in these times and-Non,non,non!", France howled and shot up from her chair. "Non, America, non! I will absolutly not build up the houses of the people, who were completly fime with destroying the houses and LIVES of MY people!" Automaticly, UK stood up to calm her down but to no avail. "They are all horrible monsters, they don't deserve anything and they should all... dissapear!" France bursted into tears and ran out of the tent before UK could even say anything.