The Aftermath

Chapter 21

"Establish contact to America, no matter how or to what cost! Get me a spokesmen from the yanks, or general or... someone, I don't care!" UK had rushed in record time to his closest established office and immediately raised a storm, as soon as he had stormed into the building.
"Get me my son on the phone! And contact the Soviet Union- Jes, NOW! Get him on the phone and immediatly give it to me, I have- No, I don't care."
The present soldiers and workers went into a paniced rush, as UK barked urgend orders left and right, while dashing to the room with the communication. He had to get someone in Washington on the line, prefarebly America himself, to get answers and to damage control this situation as much as humanly possible. And also give a stern talking: What was America thinking?
"Also get some telegrams out for good measure! To both of them! No, no complaining... Say to America that this was highly unprofessional and to the Soviet Union that a private meeting is neccecary! And add to America's letter that he hast to return RIGHT NOW!", he screamed over his shoulder before a swarm of his officers and generals present encircled him and flooded him with questions. UK couldn't even concentrate on them, his mind was still racing. Besides America, he had to talk to Soviet to set things straight. He couldn't even think what to say to him. What could he even say or do to prove his stand? "Sir, what else should be done?" "Should we put the soldier into high alert? What are we going to do ...
"Nothing of that, no aggression! I have to get into contact with both of them first.", UK finally orderd, before walking further. "We have to... No, get the soldiers into attention, but no aggression! We have to be careful from now on. Now, everything can happen. And finally get me America on the bloody phone!"

France couldn't tell how long she had sat there dumbfounded after UK just left her behind, but it had to be around five minutes or so. She was just left in silence and with the words she had heared, it seemed to be even more quieter. What had just happend? It felt like the ground was pulled away from under her. What was America's reason behind this clear statement against Soviet?
France had wittnesed first hand that the tension between the tho had risen more and more over the months, more than often worrying her, but she always assumed that nothing much would come of it. How could she be so blind? Because she assumed after this massive worldwide conflict (which was still going on in some places), nobody would think about starting another one, especially after they were all on the same team no less...  
France started to shake. What will now come of it? That scared her more thn anything else. And what was she supposed to do now?UK was alredey problably in contact with America or Soviet. He would be problably been listend to, unlike her. She was the poor occupied, suffering country after all, not an 'active defender' like the others. Only able to lay down and take the abuse, while her people formed a resistance and had to do all the work themself. How pathetic... If something was going to happen... France shudderd. What am I going to do? She was not even remotly ready to fight and manage an another conflict. Will there be even a conflict? Or was she coming to quick to conclusions? Soviet was also weakend from the war, would he even be able to do something like that? She would have liked to talk with UK about this. But he was not here...
The quiet, empty room suddenly seemed oppressive and cold. France looked up on to the celilng, the wooden eagles and oak leaves and just wanted to get out of here.
She stood up apruptly, ignoring the sudden sickness, and walked out of the room as quickly as her weakend state allowed. Quietly, as if she was a burgular, France scurried down the hallways and stairs. This place, engulfed in bad fresh memories, plus the alarming news made her feel sick. She could only breathe again, as she pushed open the doors and stepped out onto the street. Carefully, France catched her breath first. Her body reminded her of his contition again. And the work which had to be done... Building up the destroyed citys, cleaning the streets, care for the shaken people... And now on top of that look out for the new piece of land she had now to care for. That was at least something... France had managed to score the 'usual' pieces of land, she -funnily enough- always collected. It was a nice place, especially for growing wine. After everything was finally over, the wine from this region would taste even sweeter... She smiled weakly. That was at least something to look forward to...
France felt a bit better now. The short rest had definetly helped. But she still didn't know what to do. The only things what seemed reasoneble is to wait and maybe give out a statement. Or should she wait with that until UK had further infos? She sighed in frustration. She was so unsure of everything, these days... And the fact that she couldn't do anything, didn't make it better. Her hands were tied for now... or did she just say this to free herself from any responsebility? The forever question...
France felt how tierdness slowly overcome her. The day and all what happend in it, had been very draining. Before breaking her head open from thinking and worrying too much, she should maby get some sleep to clear out her mind. Jes, that sounded like a good idea...
Slowly, France got into moving and started to walk down the street, with intact and half broken buildings on the sides, in which some germans were rummaging trough for items of use. Soldiers were sometimes seen and millitary vehicals drove beside her. The weather was still unfriendly and cold. The harsh winter last year killed a lot of civillians, so France heared. But she couldn't care less about that. Retribution was it called. Now it was time for the germans to suffer for once. Maybe they would even learn from it(she doubted that).