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Recollection Chapter 11

A couple of weeks had been seemed to be normal at this point Oliver had gained back that bubbly personality of the memories from the other seemed to have faded off, but the scars was still present. It was a meeting day as he stretched slightly platting the food, he had made for the meeting being sure not to add his 'special ingredients' to it as he smiled. 

He let a small gasp out as he looked back to his Frenchmen smiling softly as he kissed his cheek "Hello love" he smiled softly as he looked to him softly seeing his scruffy Frenchmen kissing his neck as he held his waist holding him softly "mmm..." he muttered out not feeling like conversations since it was such an early morning. 

Slowly getting out of his lover's death grip he chuckled as he sighed softly hearing an argument break out the Axis' have arrived this was going to be fun one. Oliver sighed returning to the room seeing Allan and Matt had started to get angry with the fuming Italian in the room. "Hey now all three of you need to calm down!" he stated out as he tried to defuse the situation before anyone got hurt.

Mainly the one being hurt being Allan considering that darn streak him and Matt had as he attempted to pull his two sons back it was kind of hard considering how strong of nations, they had both became. "hey Da- Oliver I can handle this them shit talking about you being sick pissed us off!" he snapped.

"Ha! don't make me laugh Olivers weak without his stupid ass bodyguards and misfits for sons and that French fucker..." he muttered out grinned with a bit of blood lust in those red-violet eyes of his. "He's been slacking off which makes me intitled to have some fun with him~" as Allan snarled "NO HE ISN"T GOING TO FIGHT YOU YOU JACKASS BLOOD FREAK" Allan snapped grabbing his bat that seemed to come out of thin air. Only to have it grabbed by Lutz. 

Matt jumping in as well with his hockey stick only to be clashed by a samurai sword of Kuro as he snapped angered a bit as he shook his head annoyed and angered. "Stop all of you this isn't going to solve anything I can explain I-" he froze as he felt himself being pinned back to a wall a kukri pressed against his throat as he froze up all those memories that didn't seem like his went back into full light. 

"S-Stop it! No not now J-Judgment!" he shouted out a very foreign sounding name to Oliver as he felt the knife cut into his throat some blood trickling down his neck. As the Italian was confused by the name. Though quickly something seemed off Olivers eyes was red as he was trying to break out of the Italians grasp. 

Of course, this commotion had caused a scuffled blonde to exit the kitchen to the meeting hall he froze seeing the circumstances as his deep purple eyes turned a deep smoke blue grey hearing that name called unsure before he could stop his own body from grabbing the sword out of Kuros hand pretty quick instead of his typical sniper rifle that sat at the chair he had took up in.  "Take your filthy hands off of him Toi stupide italien" he snapped angered at him. 

"Since when is a sword your style bastardo" he snapped at him as he went move only to wince as the blade pierced the Italian chest. "Fucking hell...." he grunted feeling it pierce into him as it was pulled out it wouldn't be fatal, but he was pretty close to his heart he'd be down a few days as he pulled the stressed Brit to his chest. 

"I got you Magi..." he whispered out as he snapped out of it confused why the sword was in his hand his eyes shifting back to their familiar violet. Who on earth is Magi love and who the hell is judgement" he mumbled Oliver breaking down terrified as he felt a cloth to his neck where the other had broken his skin as Francois held him. 

"I-I don't know what earth just happened..." Francois held the pink haired brit to him lifting him into his arms holding him close and protectively glaring at the Axis powers now leaving the area to tend to the hot-headed Italian than got himself a nice stab into the chest cavity. 

"Your safe that's all that matters we are ending this meeting right now understood" he was still acting a bit off, but he was in a dire state to get Olivers wound treated sitting him down on a chair as he yelled at the two brothers' getting the first aid kit to help.  

Allans face said it all guilt "I-I am sorry I started that cause they was shit talking..." he trailed off angered a bit as he received a small smile from the injured brit "I-it's okay dear you were just being protective" he smiled softly trying to hold back wincing as the felt the Frenchmen carefully start to clean his wound up.

This was an intriguing these two acting off had concerned the brothers as well they were acting different in that moment though they wanted to blame it as adrenaline that was until the frenchman had went after a sword instead of the usual snipper rifle that the other usually had on hand such an interesting type of circumstances. 

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Rough Translations:

Toi stupide italien - You Stupid Italian 

bastardo - Bastard

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