Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Twenty-Eight

After what seemed like hours of thinking the bargain over and over again, Britain knew that he couldn't hand Kalda over to her psychotic brother, or even to the good Veneziano.

"I'm afraid that I have to refuse on your offer," Britain said in a calm, even tone, "and believe me when I say that we're not going to the party tomorrow night, either."

"I gave you your final chance," Luciano glared, getting ready to snap his fingers again.

Then, he put his hand down as he smirked, his eyes turning from blood red to violet.

"You're not going to the party tomorrow night?" he asked. "Boy, what a shame. Germany said that it's going to be quite grand, and I was really looking forward to dancing the night away with my sister, if you know what I mean?"

When the Allies didn't answer, Luciano continued.

"Oh, and Oliver was really looking forward to seeing you again, Alfie," he grinned, looking at the American. "He wanted to have a dance with you as well. If he didn't kill you first, of course."

"Tell him that he can suck it up," America snapped, not in the mood for the Italian's antics.

"Language, Alfie," Luciano laughed. "Oh, and all of your counterparts wanted a re-match after what happened during the last World War, if you can recall?"

Britain shuddered; he, as well as the other Allies except for China and Russia, remembered what had happened all too well.

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It was a stormy day; rainy, muddy, cloudy, windy, and cold.

It was the First Players versus the Second Players; neither of them were winning, the two sides suffering many casualties.

Bodies were everywhere, dismembered limbs, blood, weapons, and many other gory scenes littered the battlefield.

"We have to work togezher!" Germany ordered the other European and American nations, shooting his gun.

"Easy for you to say!" America complained, firing his shotgun behind a tree. "We're neither losing or winning! We're just stuck!"

"America is right!" France panted. "We can't win against zhem at all!"

"We can if we form a plan!" Britain stated.

"Germany, they scare me!" Veneziano whined, clinging to the German.

"I know, Italy," Germany soothed. "I know."

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Luciano called in a maniacal, sing-song tone. "Won't you little boys come out to play with your beloved brothers?"

"I say we shoot zhem until zhey are dead!" France decided.

"I think that you are forgetting the fact that if we do that, we die along with them!" Britain replied.

"But we can regenerate, right?" America asked.

"Ja, but it takes a whole veek," Germany answered. "Ve hurt zhem, ve only hurt ourselves."

"Then how will we defeat them?" Veneziano wondered, on the verge of tears. "Luciano scares me so much! He thinks that we're friends, but we're not!"

"Oh, I do believe that I have found you, my lovelies," Oliver grinned, his blue eyes flashing to a dark pink.

He stood on a tree branch, many knives of many sizes attached to a black belt around his waist.