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Raining Apples

Context: It's 1944 and the Dungeon is filling up. The countries are doing everything they can to keep themselves from getting bored when they meet a few unexpected guests.

     "I'm thinking of a number between one and five hundred," said Austria.

     "Three hundred twenty four," suggested Denmark.

     "Lower."

     "Two hundred thirty nine," said Hungary.

     "Higher."

     "Two hundred fifty-" A loud bang from the stairway cut France off. All heads in the Dungeon turned to the door at the top of the stairs. It was wide open.

     Four children stood at the door. Two German children, one Italian kid, and one Japanese kid.

The countries in the Dungeon watched as the Japanese and Italian children's eyes widen in awe.

"Woah..." said the Japanese kid. "How many countries has your father invaded?"

"Too many to count," grumbled the German kid with glasses. The German kid without glasses shoved an elbow into his side.

"Shut up, West."

"No, you shut up."

"What does your father want us to do again?" asked the Italian kid in an attempt to avoid a fight between the two brothers.

"He wanted us to feed them," replied the German kid without glasses. He pulled out a shiny red apple from the picnic basket he held. "He said to just throw something down there." He tossed the apple down the steps. It rolled across the floor and into Hungary's hands.

The countries eyed Hungary and the apple with anticipation, waiting for him to take a bite and pass it to the next person.

"East, you need to give them more than that," said the German kid with glasses. He dug his hands into the basket and pulled out two more apples. He threw them down the stairs. France and Poland caught them but didn't take a bite.

The countries in the Dungeon all looked at each other. They were all equally hungry. Maybe, just maybe, they could get more food.

Czechoslovakia nodded and stood up. He walked as far as he could towards the steps until his chains tugged against the wall. "Hey kids! Can you give us some more?"

The four children at the top of the steps stared down at Czechoslovakia as if they were surprised he could talk. "I... suppose you can have a few more," the Italian kid said slowly. He grabbed four more apples and threw them down.

Czechoslovakia caught two and let the other two roll past his feet. He stared up at the children. "No, I mean, a lot more."

There was silence. The Japanese girl suddenly burst into laughter and threw four more apples down the stairs. The other three kids followed suit and threw more apples down to the countries in the Dungeon.

More and more apples flew down the stairway one at a time. The countries caught the apples and ate them as the children at the top of the stairs laughed. Them seemed to enjoy throwing the fruit down into the Dungeon.

Soon the rain of apples stopped and the children left, closing the door behind them, leaving the countries in the Dungeon with weeks of food.

I REALLY hate this chapter but ima post this anyway. I think I'll go back to writing angst.