The American Empire: The Plan

Chapter Seven: Secrets

Much thanks to xAlienConfirmed for helping me with the letter. I was over thinking it way too much.

September 13, 2016 - About 40,000 feet over Helsinki, Finland

America read over the message once again. This is what needed to happen. It was better this way. Plans would be able to move that much quicker when Russia was entirely on his side.

He wished to whatever god out there that there was another way to get Russia on his side. John, the director, knew this only too well. They both knew an alliance with Russia would need a more  concrete arrangement than just a piece of paper. And America hated the idea of having to go back to him.

America slipped the card from Russia back into its envelope. He wanted to tear it up. Instead, he pushed it into his bag.

"You read that card about five times."

He looked to his capital in the seat beside him. "What of it?"

"Who is it from?"

"It's none of your concern." The roar of the plane's engines could be heard just on the other side of the wall. Outside the window, America could see the wing of the plane, along with the engine.

"So, are all of them going to be there?"

"Yes." He glanced towards DC to watch her smile. "Looking forward to seeing anyone in particular?"

"No," she said immediately, sticking her nose back to the book in her hands.

Pulling a notebook and pencil from his bag, he angled himself as to prevent DC from reading his words as he began to write. The pencil scratched over the paper, leaving behind trails of letters to one person.
He tore the pages from the binding and folded them thrice, gingerly tucking them into his jacket pocket. The captain announced their approaching decent and America put his things away.

The airliner jumped over the concrete runway as it touched down, slowly coming to a stop as it came to stop in front of the jetway.

Outside the terminal, America and DC met Finland. He waved, greeting them with a smile that they both returned. Finland and America gave each other a hug. The northern personification looked to DC and held out his hand and shook hers.

"It's nice to see you again, Mary."

"You too, Tino."

The three got into Finland's car, the doors clapping shut before Finland started the engine and began driving into the city traffic.

"How was the flight?"

"Pretty well," America said. "Wind was blowing around quite a bit today."

"We got a bit of that earlier," Finland replied. "The wind was so strong you could hardly walk down the street."

The ride was occupied with conversation between the three of them. At the house, the three got out. The two Americans carried their bags as they followed Finland into the house.

"There are rooms set up for you both upstairs on the second floor. First right, last bedrooms down the hall."

America flashed a smile. "Thanks, Finland."

DC gave her thanks as well before the two ascended the stairs. At the end of the hallway the two peaked into both bedrooms. The room on the right had a window with white drapes. A twin sized bed was made with two pillows and red blankets. There was a wooden bureau beside the bed and a dresser of the same style along the other wall. The room on the left was nicer. A queen sized bed was made with dark blankets and several pillows. Two windows beside each other, on the opposite wall of the bed, were covered by navy blue drapes. A desk sat beside the head of the bed, a lamp on top. A dresser was along the opposite wall with bureau standing against the adjacent wall.