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6. All Together Again

The three swivelled around, only to see Third Reich standing right behind them.
They all stood there in silence, expecting Third to all out a gun or something. But he didn't.
Soon, men from Soviet's side found Kiwi and her team, and aimed their guns for Third's forehead. He didn't stop smiling with those sharp teeth of his. Instead, he slowly began to raise his hands.
"Get Scot." Soviet whispered to the man nearest. He ran off, disappearing from sight. 
"Why aren't you moving? You could capture me right now." Said Third in a mocking voice.
"Why do you want?" Asked America in response, getting out his own gun. Third dropped the smile, looking at Kiwi.
"I need help. Poland.. I know she's still out there. I know you two are good friends.. please.. help.." Third said sadly, going quieter and quieter. He told the truth.
"You are NOT taking Kiwi from me - us. We don't trust you. None of us do." Soviet replied, pushing Kiwi back. Kiwi just looked at him, confused as to what was happening.
"Aim." Soviet said, pointing to Third's forehead. Third stood there, in shock. There was no kind of remnant of a smile anymore. Instead... it looked like he was about to cry.
All of a sudden Kiwi pushed past Soviet, standing in front of where the guns were aimed. They were all shocked.
"If.. if I help looking for Poland, the war will be put on hold. We will leave as soon as possible. I will not hear any explosions, gunshots or screaming. If something wavers out of those lines, I will shoot myself." Kiwi said, standing up straight, filled with confidence.
"Kiwi.." Soviet whispered. 
"If this stops this goddamn war, then I'll do it." She sad. Third smiled, but not in an evil way. More of a relieved kind of way.
"hIII H0oo HeeRRE i GOOo!" Someone shouted. they sounded drunk, and somewhat intimidating.
"Who the fridge is that? Soviet?" America asked, trying not to swear in front of Kiwi.
"Scot's coming..." He whispered. From around the corner, a man who was clearly drunk neared them. He had a jug of ail in one hand, a smashed bottle in the other which was dripping blood. It was fresh.

His name was Scotland.

"oHH FriENDs lETs daNce fOKers!" He shouted. He had a thick accent that Kiwi could barely understand. He waved the bottle around the air, clearly showing he'd killed the one that was sent to get him.
"Run!" Shouted America. It seemed as though everyone were scared, including Third Reich himself.
"I don't think it's safe here anymore! Get stuff you absolutely need, and meet me in the garage." Soviet commanded, not even caring Third was right next to him anymore.
"Well, no shiz Sherlock. Of course we're not safe!" Kiwi yelled. A scream was heard in the distance, along with drunk laughing.
Kiwi sprinted down the hall, eventually breaking apart from the others. If they killed one another when she wasn't around, she swore to god...
She turned to Soviet's room, quickly grabbing her phone from the desk that was inside. She got the cable, too. Just in case.
She soon ran to the garage, exhausted. Kiwi slammed the door open, seeing America holding up Soviet and Third just standing there. 
"Scotland picked up a gun and shot him in the ankle." America explained.

Huh. Looked like Kiwi wasn't going to have one of their heads on a wall in the near future. That was nice.

Kiwi nodded to his statement, pointing to a car. She gestured to go inside.
They decided on who went where. America drove, Third sat in front of Kiwi, and Soviet sat beside her. No arguments so far. cOOl.
Once they were on the road, she heard Third make various different calls to who she assumed was his side, telling them to call off all the weapons until he gives them and ok. Soviet sat there, cradling his ankle. He hadn't cried, which Kiwi thought was impressive. but also understandable. They were in the middle of a war. 
America sat in the driver's seat, seeming slightly pissed off. Probably because Soviet released that goddamn lunatic.
And then there was Kiwi.
She watched her surroundings come and go past, the window fogged up. She couldn't describe how... guilty she felt.
She was leaving the person who she woke up to, and the only person she felt safe with.
Was she doing the right thing?
"We'll camp here." Soviet said. The car came to a stop in the middle of a small uninhabited clearing in the middle of a forest.
They all got out, silence infecting everything. It looks like Kiwi's orders had changed everything.

That night, after they started a fire, Kiwi realised she should probably start to investigate where Poland was.
"Where was the last place you saw her?" Kiwi asked Third, breaking the tension.
"I remember she and I went for a walk.. she'd been on edge for the past few days. She didn't tell me what was wrong, though. And.. then, out if the blue, she asked me to leave her there. She needed to do something in private.
"So I left. I left her at the place we went to.. that waterfall that's in the gorge. I waited for hours on end.. and.. she never came back." Third wasn't finished. He just took a break to wipe a tear. God, this man was emotional.
"Later, I just... lost control, I guess. Everything went hazy. I only saw flashes of what was happening. And I saw.. I saw myself hurt you, Kiwi. And I used Poland for an excuse." He finished.
He drew stares from everyone around the campfire, everything quiet.
Kiwi still didn't understand.
She wouldn't for another.. three? That's right, three days.
Shaking thoughts from her head, she looked over at Third.
"We're going to the falls first thing tomorrow." She managed to spit out. He nodded, satisfied.
"Thank you so much, Kiwi." Kiwi nodded back, not bothered to reply.

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19th of February, 20XX (insert current date +1 year)

I'm so, so sorry.
Letting you go was the hardest thing I've ever done. You should've come back from that trip. I should've been there. I wish you were still with me. But you had to leave me alone.

Just like everyone else did.

He put down the pen, tears freely falling from his eyes.
He missed her so, so much.
He turned off the lamp, ashamed of what he became.
He became a stranger to everyone he knew.
He wasn't himself since she left.
Nobody was.