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"Moscow", he reiterated, a frown knitting his eyebrows together. "Rossi Street." 

NATO shook his head. "It could very well be a ploy to throw us off the tracks. I wouldn't expect anything less from the students." 

"We don't have much information about any of their whereabouts," UN said, tossing the note to the side. "We'll come with defense. If they plan to ambush us there, we'll be prepared. And if it was truly a truthful tip-off, even better." 

"And I would think the Representatives worked together to combat this wipe," NATO said, looking still wholly suspicious of the entire thing. "Look at how silent the classes have become." 

"America and his friends left without a trace of information to leave for the others No one here can take their side without being a little spiteful of the hierarchy they've established in the school," UN scowled. "I see right through Third Reich. He hates them not because of any direct conflict; he hates how they throw everyone off into the stands, away from the spotlight." His eyes narrowed. "And perhaps I've overestimated you." 

NATO's cheeks flared up in embarrassment. He fought a silent battle against retorting some witty, probably threatening response, and heaved a loud sigh in its replacement. "We know who to blame then, if this goes sour," he said from his spot at the office entrance, just enough for the slow fury to stay at bay. 

UN's lips twisted into a pitiful, somewhat rudely sympathetic smile. "We'll send the workers out now."

The glass door clattered shut.

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RUSSIA
China buried his head in his hands. "It's really not working," he said dejectedly, his hands covered in beads of sweat from the failed attempts at reconnection.

"It can't be," South frowned at the Offline dot of Romania's profile. "UN probably cut off the lines. Why would she just hang up? The others at Neo want to know as much as we do."

Reich groaned, pulling at his hair. "Fuck, I'm sorry, guys. Back then I forced her to do shitty things she didn't want to do under UN's management and I know she still keeps hard feelings over it. Maybe she thinks it's just better with us gone." 

Russia shook his head, laid a hand on his shoulder. "It's not your fault. But it's weird; Romania isn't selfish ─ I've worked with her before, on projects ─ hey, you know, there was this one thing we did in Environmentology where I had been blackout drunk the whole time and she made an entire excuse about how it was her fault that we couldn't submit on time." He smiled wistfully. "Good times. And Reich, take it easy, you know? For whatever reason she hung up, it's not because of you. She'd be surprised, too, to see how much you've changed." 

"I suppose so," Reich shrugged. JE smiled and nudged Italy, who had been much too immersed in the previously made chat conversations and jolted back to reality. 

"I'm getting convenience store food," Japan sighed. "Anyone coming with?" 

"Let's drink again," South offered (North chided him about becoming more and more of an alcoholic by the day). "Then tomorrow we sober up and talk about Romania and whoever's sharted in her cereal." He skipped out the door, grasping Japan's hand and a suncap for her on the way. 

The rest of the group dispersed, grumbling about another quiet day. The action of nearly getting killed at Congress had completely been left in the dust, and admittedly Russia missed the exhilaration. At least there still was─