Death Row // countryhumans [UNFINISHED]

Day 1638283: Trust or Truth?

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The clock ticks on the wall of Soviets office, in his vast tent thingy.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Soviet stares at it, waiting for the time his son and group would report back with nothing.
The usual.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
His finger taps.
Click.
Tock.
Tick.
Click.
Tick.
Tock.
He looks to the door.
Nothing.
No one walks in, no one even appears.
He stays nuetral, but he worrys, standing. He slides his jacket on, walking out of his office like room, out his tent.
The snow falls onto Soviet, trying its best to bury the man, but it fails as he walks on.

He stops in his place after a few minutes, squinting his eyes ahead. Only North, one from the group, limps towards him, a letter in his hand. North wipes his eyes, tears streaming down. Soviet walks over to him.
"Север...Where are the rest of them..."
(North, where are the rest of them?)
Soviet questions, crouching down to him and placing his hands on his shoulders. He looks North in the eyes, before glancing at the letter addressed to him. He takes it from North, opening it while standing back up, gesturing for North to follow him into his Office.

Both sit in the warmth of The Office, North still tears streaming down his face, Soviet in silence.
He sighs before opening the letter, Reading what it had inside:

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Dear Soviet,
Reich has your son and a few more, he is going to kill them if you dont hand over the crystals and the map. I beg of you to come and get him. Dont give Reich any of what i have labeled, i dont know what he wants with them but i assure you it isnt for any sort of good.

I know what he can do and i know you know too, Reich is a powerful man, he will do what he needs to to insure him winning.

Yours sincerly,
Austria.

(PS. Dont tell anyone i sent you this letter, i shall lose my head if anyone found out)
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Soviet reads it, his heart pounding and his breaths short. He glances to North, who now had his head burried into his hands.
"Wheres China, North...?"
He asks the poor soul, as North glances back at him. Soviet had never seen him like this, it concerned him.
"Hes...Dead"
North Mumbles.
"Hes what?"
Soviet asks again, for North spoke to quiet.
"Hes dead...."
He freezes.
They are dropping like flys.
Soviet clenches his fists, anger bubbling, he let it boil. He stands, gesturing for North to stay.
He aint loosing another.
He walks out, grabbing the shotgun off the wall, loading it as he walked. The cold didnt bother him anyway as he walked, his anger was too deep to freeze in place.

Meanwhile...

"Wait a minute wheres Canada!?"
America says, looking around, lifting his shades so he could see better.
The group fall into chatter.
"And Shire!"
Ireland adds.
The only one that didnt seem to bother was Britain as he still trys to figure out the map, putting it into the backpack and pulling out the crystals.
The colours glowed when the crystals touched in his hands, mesmerizing him while the rest of the group panicked.

"Dad! Are you even listening?"
America says looking at the Brit as the rest of them quarrel and look around slightly.
Ame got no response from Britain as he begins to walk on, leaving the rest of them.
"I dont need the map..."
Britain says, ignoring America.
America grunts and follows him, shouting for the rest of the group to follow behind.