Divided || A Hetalia Fanfic

Chapter 07

A woman seemingly in her early 20's was poring over parchments so many they were spilling off the huge mahogany table. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she was biting her lip, frustrated at what she was reading.

She can not believe that she utterly forgot that she used to sell copious amounts of golden materials to her neighbors. Not to mention, her Luzon jars were highly prized by the Japanese back then and was the central of all trade before. Thus, making her a rich country.

Well, that was how it was supposed to be until Spain arrived and stole all her gold and monopolized her trade.

Fuck Spain.

She gave a huge sigh, rubbing her forehead.

Maybe she should look around for any clues where the final resting place of the gold, the statues they hid before Spain took all of it, the Japanese insisted disappeared while they were transporting it during World War 2.

And maybe drag Japan to search with her, she snorted at that thought.

She closed her eyes and stepped away from table, already planning on getting coffee (courtesy of Ate Indonesia's Java coffee beans ) stocked up in her kitchen. However, she was interrupted from her path when her phone signaled a call from Japan.

Just the man she was thinking of.

She scrambled to it before he could end the call - he sometimes does it if you're not fast enough - and would refuse if she called him back.

"Yes, hi, Japan. Is there a new anime you want to fan over with?" she breathed out.

"Philippines-san, may I cross your border? I seem to have an inkling of where the stolen valuables are."

She straightened at his more than usual formal tone and crisp voice, she could also hear the turbojets in the background; he means business and was likely on his way.

"Sure, just give me a few minutes."

Of course she had to reply in the same formal manner, she learned that some don't take well to informal tones if they began the conversation in formal.

America was a bad influence.

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Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck circled around a blonde four-eyes' mind as he brisk-walked towards the office of the President.

"What is the meaning of this?"

The very picture of cool, calm, and collected in his suit. The only anomaly was the rumpled paper in his clenched right fist.

He still had a lot of growing up to do it seems.

"It is exactly as you read, Mr. Jones."

America's eyes narrowed at that condescending yet weary tone of his boss. His hand clenched tighter.

Keep your composure, keep your composure, keep your composure, keepyourcomposure, keepyourcomposure, keepyourcomposu—

"This is bullshit."

Ok, composure's gone. Fuck composure anyway.

Throwing caution to the wind, America's eyes narrowed with a dangerous glint.

"Well, what do you suggest we do then?" his boss snapped at him. Two could play at this game. "Demand," he replied in the same manner.

Employees outside were cringing over the loud volume of arguing.

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Germany tried for nth time that year to contact Italy, even going as far to visit him personally but got a slammed door in the face as a response, but got voicemail instead.

What wrong has he done for him to lose his two closest friends?

I mean, he has done everything to redeem himself.

He sighed heavily before ending the call and putting down his phone.

Another failed attempt.

He glanced at the paperwork he had strangely neglected, and released another heavy sigh but got to work.

Unbeknownst to him, Italy had to be restrained by Romano to avoid the temptation of answering Germany's calls on his phone.

The EU had been having strained meetings due to certain countries refusing to attend by the way, leaving the continent in a somewhat stagnant period.

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