India remained stunned by China's doorslam. She knew he was a troubled country, but didn't think that he's slam the door so harsh like that.
India, honestly didn't care about China complaining to Russia. She knew that the Slav didn't own her, that she could refuse anyone.. Even America. So it didn't matter.
"I swear... First Japan.. Then China.. Is this some kind of prank? Why is everyone suddenly after me!?" India muttered under her breath, quite angrily. She realised that she needed a much deserved break from the restrains of the world.
She wore a jacket over her soft saree, while carrying a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in one of the pockets, she headed to the terrace. She then took a cigar to her lips, wishing how a man would light it up for her instead. As she went to light up the cigarette, someone else did that for her...
It was... Kolechia.
India was startled. There shouldn't be someone else on this terrace except for her,but there he was, that 6ft tall nation, whom she didn't even know properly.. However... Something struck in her mind... She felt as if she had seen this nation somewhere...
Before India could speak, Kolechia silenced her softly, and he spoke with a stern voice" I need your help... As it seems that you're the best nation in this world."
India already realised that this was a manipulation tactic, as Soviet had already used it on her during the 70s-80s... But she still decided to play along, hoping to understand what this weird country wanted her to do..
" You see Arstotzka, da? Bad country. Very bad country. So please help me, or he'll make your land hell just like he made mine" Kolechia whispers into India's ear, feeling as if Arstotzka might be near somewhere, eavesdropping in this private conversation.
India decided to respect that, so she took the cigarette in her hands, exhaled the smoke away from Kolechia's face and whispered back to him...
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?.... But even before that... Tell me... Who are you...?"
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~BRIDE OF THE RED BIRD~
Historical FictionIndia, the once jolly nation, starts to disintegrate into sadness and sorrow as she sees how other nations start to hate upon her, and how they want her gone, even Russia. Until she meets Arstotzka...
