The Alliance (TomTord Fanfic) (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 1

(Hey guys, Dark here. Before you start reading, I just wanted to say that this story will contain mild language and probably a few feels here and there. I kind of suck at writing about Eddsworld, but I'll try my best. I'll also be using last names that I have randomly generated online. Anyways, hope you enjoy either way!)

    
          (No one's POV)

 
   Tom sighed as he walked down the long, narrow hallways of his army's base. The metal walls would usually made him feel trapped and lonely, but he couldn't think of that right now. All he could think about was what had happened a few days ago, at a peace conference with his enemy: Tord Audet.

(Flaaaashbaaack)

   Tord sat back down in his chair after making a few quick announcements to the other army. Tom hadn't listened, so he just nodded softly and looked over to his second-in-command. Edd Judge sat there, staring at a clipboard with notes taken on it. This made the blue leader smile softly, knowing his friend wouldn't let him down.
   "So.... do you have anything to say, Thomas?" Tom was snapped out of his thoughts by the familiar Norwegian accent. He growled under his breath slightly.
   "Not at all, Audet. And don't call me by my first name."
   "Why? Does it bug you... Thomas?" Tord snickered at the other who was clearly getting more and more angry by the second. Before he could get up and yell at the red leader, the door of the conference room swung open, someone stepping in. Everyone in the room turned their heads to who had entered, wondering who the mysterious man was.
   He was about Tord's height with cinnamon brown hair ruffled on top of his head. He had seemingly broken glasses pushed up to his face with two bandaids plastered onto his cheeks. His army uniform was close to the ones the Red Army wore, but darker in color. Two taller men followed behind him, staying silent and near eachother. The man walked up to the table and smirked, looking at Tom and then at Tord, clearly holding back anger.
   "Hello there. You two must be Thomas Spavonta and Tord Audet, am I correct? Let me introduce myself. I am Todd Boctteher. Leader of the Crimson Navy." Todd bowed slightly as Tom and Tord exchanged glances.
   "Tell me then, Mr. Boctteher, why are you here?" Tord spoke up, taking the words right out of Tom's mouth. Todd chuckled.
   "You see, I know it sounds very stupid that I say this, but I would like to join your little 'war' going on." The room went silent.
   Suddenly, Tord's laugher filled the whole room. It was a laugh that sent shivers down Tom's spine. Todd looked at Tord with confusion in his eyes before grinning.
   "You've GOT to be kidding me!" Tord breathed through his laughs, wiping away a few tears from his silver eyes.
   "Not at all. I have the same goals as you two, just with more military power."
   "Is that a threat?" Edd spoke up, his eyes narrowing. Tom placed a hand on his shoulder and mouthed the words 'it's not worth it' to Edd. The smaller male nodded and sat down again, anger in his bright green eyes.
   "Well, yes, kind of." Todd smiled, trying to look nice. Tord laughed again.
  "Fine then! We shall see what you do!"

(Flashback over)

   Tom cursed Tord's name under his breath. That stupid commie, just letting the third army join! And look what it had caused both of them; millions of deaths and an actual threat rising up. He stopped walking and looked around, wondering where he was going. Oh, that's right, Tord wanted to meet up with him at the peace base so they could talk. He rolled his black eyes and kept walking, hoping the meeting would be over soon.

Tom finally made it to the peace base, which was further from his own army's base than he originally thought it was. Nevertheless, he walked into the large dome and looked at the long table that sat in the center of the room. His enemy was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. He seemed to be grumbling to himself. Tom also noticed he didn't have his two main soilders by his side like he normally did. What were their names again? Paul and Patryck or something like that?
Tom realised he was thinking for too long and cleared his throat, letting the red leader know he was there. Tord stopped in his tracks and looked over. He walked over to the shorter male, keeping his hands formally behind his back. Tom straightened up his posture, knowing that it was the most formal he could do at the moment. They nodded at eachother as a simple greeting, but Tom knew his eyes were full of rage as he stared at the other.
"Take a seat, will you?" Tord asked in a monotone voice and Tom nodded, sitting down on one of the longer sides of the table. Tord took a seat across from him and looked at him dead in the eyes.
"You can guess why I asked you to meet me here."
"Yeah, kind of." Tom retorted, not meaning for the words to be dripping with venom. Tord looked away slightly before turning back.
"Look... that army..."
"Navy. 'Commander Red' hates when you call it an army." Tom growled out the name that Todd had given himself.
"Fine. That navy has been giving us trouble..."
"What's your point, commie?"
"Listen up, Jehovah's Witness. Either way, we both want the same thing. For 'Commander Red' and his navy to be knocked out of the war, and for our soilders to stop dying in such high amounts."
"Then what should we do?"
"I propose we make an alliance."