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COLOMBIA
"You're zoning out again."

A hand shook in front of Colombia's face as Brazil's voice made her return to her senses. Wavering from the borderlands to reality, her vision cleared just enough to see the hazy amber glow of fireflies lighting up the dark beyond.

The two, along with the rest of their friends, had planned a backyard outing for a particularly hot Friday in Neo, a sweet evening with the sunset unraveling far in the horizon. The forecast said it was probably one of the last warm days before it gave way to the chills of fall, so they pulled up a few lawn chairs and started a bonfire to try and preserve what little ordinary the school had left.

"What'd you say?" she asked quietly as Argentina accidentally kicked the volleyball across the lawn and into a tree. ("Dibs on not getting it!" "You kicked it over, you *** ******* ******* ********* ******** ****!" "Oh." "I didn't even know those swears existed." )

"How far are you gonna take this... thing?"

"What thing?"

"Your whole operation."

Colombia frowned and took another lick of her popsicle. "However far as I need to take it."

"Blackmailing Switzerland is already pretty far."

"He had it coming."

"Ecuador didn't tell you what she blackmailed him with?"

"No, just the fact that she did. And I talked to him and he looked so shifty. It must be bad."

"In all the universes I never thought you'd enlist the help of Ecuador," Brazil chuckled, shaking his head. There was a loud yell as Argentina fell into the grass beneath the large oak tree — the branch he was standing on had snapped. A chorus of laughter.

Colombia had to offer a subtle smile. Brazil knew all too well about the gossip queen's.... modus operandi. Who cared about who she hurt. She'd get it done if it was in her interest. 

"It wasn't the best choice but weeks are passing without ten Representatives here and things aren't getting any less suspicious."

"Okay, Miss Motivational."

"Shut up. Like you aren't missing playing tennis with Germany all the time."

"That guy made some insane serves..." Brazil muttered wistfully and got smacked in the head with a basketball. Where all of those sports balls were coming from, she had no clue.

"My bad," Argentina winced, holding a dodgeball.

"I think that's enough throwing balls and hitting people for today," Peru sighed and took a seat on one of the empty lawn chairs. There were six, one for each of them. Argentina apologetically slid into the one next to Brazil and swept his hair up his forehead, checking for a bruise. "How's your thing coming along, Colombia?"

"It's alright. No updates since what I told you guys about Switzerland. Isn't your birthday coming up soon, Chile?"

"Drop the act," Bolivia giggled. "We all know you called us here to talk about that."

"I—" Colombia started to defend, but stopped sheepishly when her friend had finished the sentence. Bolivia gave her a comforting nod. "Fine. There is something I wanted to say."

"Go ahead, then," Peru said gently, her lips twisted into a motherly smile. She was an eccentric student; lively, colorful, french bob always accentuating her school-wide admired fashion choices. She never left the house without a piece of colorful jewelry on and always loved to layer them so they sparkled chromatic like rays of the sun in photos.