Who We Were Born To Be (Niam) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 27: A breakup

Hi guys. Yes this is a chapter!!!

Firstly, sorry for not updating for six months. Giant fail on my part. I would bore you all with excuses, except excuses are boring. So yeah, sorry.

Secondly, you need to go and read the story "The Fire That Burns" by Zodacan right now. I'm dedicating this chapter to him because it's a really awesome story. And it has NIAM!!! (and Larry if you're into that) It's a really cool AU fantasy plot with magic and battles and boyxboy, and did I mention Niam? Basically if you like my book (and if you're reading this then I'm thinking you must), you'll like his. So go read it right now.

Thirdly. I have about 8 chapters fully written... so I'll give you a few now because I've been sooooo slack lately, and then try and post a chapter a week from now on...

Unfortunately this chapter is sad. I feel like it needs to be happy to celebrate me posting again... Oh well, I guess I'll have to upload a couple more chapters and then we can bask in NIAMY GOODNESS. And Niamy goodness is very good, but that kinda goes without saying really...

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Chapter 27

James Matthews' point of view

“We need your help with those bushfires, now!” Tony Abbott, the Australian prime minister, insisted.

“Bushfires?” James asked sassily. “What bushfires would those be?”

James met the glare of the prime minister with a grin.

“Oh, you mean those bushfires,” James exclaimed sarcastically. “Those ones you insist aren't a result of climate change?” What a complete jerk this guy is.

“Yes,” Abbott snapped. “Those bushfires.”

James tilted his head. “Oh, well, sorry. Can't help.”

“What?!” Abbott demanded. “Why?”

“I don't have any people available at the moment, sorry,” James told him casually, taking a sip of his drink.

“You have to help! You signed a treaty last year, promising aid against natural disasters!” Abbott insisted.

James scratched his head for a minute. “You know, I think I do recall something about that. I think I might have read that treaty once... I seem to recall it specifying a maximum number of times per year that we're obligated to assist.” James paused and scratched his head again. “I can't quite recall what that number is, can you?”

“But your people have already provided assistance in dealing with twice that number of natural disasters this year already!” Abbott pointed out. “So you're obviously not limiting your help to the minimum number. And these bushfires are serious!”

“So...” James commented, amused. “What I'm hearing you saying is that we've fulfilled our obligations twice over! Great. Isn't that wonderful? Not only have we done what we promised, but we've done a lot more to help out of the goodness of our hearts. Well done us! I look forward to your particularly warm and heartfelt 'thank-you' that I'm sure is coming at some point.”

The man didn't look pleased. Excellent, James thought. James enjoyed the other man's discomfort but kept his face carefully blank.

“I see...” Abbott said, looking at James carefully. “Thank you,” the man added, through almost clenched teeth. I can see how much you meant it, thought James, holding back a grin. However, James ignored the insincere thanks and waited silently for the man's next words.