Aether: The Bickering World

Fancy Little Europeans (2/3)

They decided to cover this in a little ball for their people and their current country leaders. They call this Eurotable. They discuss nice little topics there then have a ball. A literal ball. Dancing and everything. Darius got in touch with Frank-Walter Steinmeier, president of Germany, and they decided to hold Eurotable. As predicted, Italy did not come. This was perfect. Jacob wouldn't be there. There were a few other countries that didn't attend, such as  Moldova, Portugal, and Ireland. Russia and Spain would be the co-hosts of this event by Darius' side. Bread knew how to look intimidating in both a suit and dress, sometimes even BOTH at the same time. This is what they called "The perks of non-binary." Ali was very cunning with outfits. She could absolutely kick your ass in a fancy dress, and wouldn't hesitate to despite soft exterior.

"We have announcement." Bread shut the table up with one cough. Midnight patterned dress and red wine in hand. This was also normal, I assure you. They have special permits for being so fucking old. Back to the story.
"First, I hand table to Mister Grey, da?" They sat back down as Bob got up.
"As you may have heard, I came alone today. Our beloved queen is dead."
"Are you sure you aren't cause? You got mad because she took your spot on throne."
"I assure you I am not. Besides, Lizzie and I got kinda close. We shall take a moment of silence for dear 96 year old Queen Elizabeth the second."
There was a silent moment, before Darius took the floor.

"Addressing a situation first, many of you have asked if Ali and I are still dating. The answer is nein. I have recently discovered myself after a week of being single. I have a small crush on a sir that is here." Darius took a small glance at Bob and smiled, making the brunette blush a bit. He fanned himself. Bread made a mental note that sometimes sacrifices were for the best. They looked down at their necklace and whispered.
"I've missed you, my darling."
"Now, we have an issue with Mr Farmer from Italy. He seems to be..in the way of something. As if he is holding something far from us all. I just feel it in my bones. Now, Mrs. Hendricks-Farmer, from Spain, his wife, feels this too. She feels like he does not understand. Lord-Lady Jefferson feels this way too. They're uncomfortable around the man. I'm asking everyone to watch out."
Bob cleared his throat. "Now that you mention it, he's much more awkward now. Our league of heroes has a traitor, and we're itching to know who it is. Would you look out for that, guys?"
"Of course." They all three said in unison.

When it boiled down to it, they decided their motive is that he's the traitor, not that he's ginger. Of course, they didn't believe he actually was. It was still that he was rip-off Ed Sheeran. Bread stayed by the snack bar since they didn't have anyone to dance with. Bob decided to toughen up and do what he must for love. He asked Darius to dance. And they did. After the Eurotable, Ali smiled menacingly.
"I have an invention. I'll let Darius use it in courtesy."
He hopped out in their new secret lair, an old Edwardian house, and operated the giant robot.