The countries settled in a new place. The organizations, specifically UN, has set a goal.
They want to fix the countries relationships with each other. Specifically, siblings. Knowing how strained the relations are, the organizations worked tog...
"Vieeeeetcong, where were youuuuu?"PKI moped, sitting at the windowsill, leaning back. The clouds gathered outside with a sullen gray. "MPAJA doesn't want to hang out with me anymore." That wasn't true. MPAJA merely had to escape from PKI's shenanigans.
"I had to report something to UNESCO,"the other replied calmly, while wiping his hands clean of dirt. "Also, MPAJA just had to talk with WHO about something. Stop being so dramatic."
PKI pouted, crossing his arms. "I'm bored here. There's nothing to kill."
"If others heard you say that, you're not easing their distrust around you,"Vietcong sighed. "They don't understand what you're talking about."
"I know, I know,"the Indonesian waved a hand whilst keeping his arms crossed. "Where's Martial anyway?"
"With North I assume."
"I'm jealous."
"I know."
PKI looked thoughtful for a moment, smiling. "But it's been a while since Martial has been this happy."
Walking up to the windowsill, Vietcong leaned against the wall, twirling a leaf between his fingers.
"What about you?"
"Me?"PKI grinned, blowing a strand of hair from his face. "I'm just the same as ever." His smile said otherwise, but Vietcong didn't question it.
"There's so much to do..."UN said to himself. Walking by himself, he finally had some time of peace. But he knew that before long it would end. He would have to go back to the tumultuous world of overseeing the countries and working with the other Organizations. Each one having their own problems to deal with.
He saw some countries in the distance.
Hearing a loud exclamation, he nearly started. But there was lighthearted laughter followed by it, so he calmed down. He'd been on edge lately. UN continued, walking past the group of friendly countries.
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He saw the tree house in the distance, the forest to his right. If the Organizations from the other World saw this... they'd think it absolutely ridiculous. Especially...
Nevermind.
Glancing up, he saw the clouds begin to gather. Striding forward, he made it back to the Academy before the first sprinkling drop came in.
Pushing open the door, he entered the vacant hallways. Letting it swing shut behind him, he visited the lounge, where, as he expected, BRICS was.
The other looked up at him and walked over.
Greeting him with a smile, UN said, "So, how're things right now?"
