unFRIENDLY RIVALRY: countryhumans

Where the friendships go to die

The tricoloured country cringed, a sense of dread building up in his stomach on the abhorrent thought; The EU conference.

These horrific meetings were anything but peaceful. Conflicts were almost guaranteed , and surely enough, it happened - a full-blown Third world war.

Chaos.

Screams.

Insults added to the injury.

Random objects flying over your head as if they were bullets aimed with an intend to kill, powered purely by the strength of one's strong opinions.

Fist fights even...

These meetings truly showed the lack of integrity among the European countries. Everyone hates everyone.

EU conferences are a place where friendships go to die.

This is where you bury your friends and enemies alike.

With a trembling hand, Germany reached up to fix his glasses, from behind the desk, still sitting motionless as all kinds of hell unfolded before him.

It's been only about 20 minutes into the meeting, and everyone was already jumping to eachother's throats, like rabit dogs off leash.

A sudden swish made the tricoloured country's head swiftly turn to see a large chair being forcefully flunged at him.

"Duck!" Shouted the voice next to him, as he felt two powerful yet gentle arms grabbing him by the waist and pulling him to the ground, in an almost tackle-like manner.
He was fortunate.
If his saviour came to the rescue late by a split of a second, there's a strong chance that his handsome face would no longer be so handsome anymore, but a bloody mess instead.

Inspite of the strange notion of safety and warmth that the seemingly unwanted contact made him feel, his dark chocolate eyes darted upwards, startled by the unanticipated action, just to meet the face that he wanted to see the least at this moment.

"Get off of me!" The tricoloured country snarled immediately as his face flared red upon realising who the figure looming above him was, his 'white knight' was indeed white, or at least the top half of his face was, as the bottom part was of a slightly pale red colour.

"You're welcome." Sarcastically remarked the bicoloured country, rolling his silver eyes as he quickly got up and distanced himself away from the other man.

"T-thanks I guess." He stuttered in a shaky voice.

"So, what did you do this time?" He continued in his unenthusiastical tone, while turning a table on its side, as a means of creating a barricade to protect them from the various flying projectiles that were still being thrown by several countries back and forth across the large room.

"What do you mean?!" Germany frowned, although he wasn't quite sure what the other man was talking about, he still felt rather irritated by the accusation.

"Oh c'mon... Don't play dumb, what did you say this time that started all of this hell?" The bicoloured country sighed, his voice sounded almost bored with the current situation.

"Whata- I- what!? What do you mean, I started this? You were here all along, you should know better than to accuse me like that!" Germany growled back.

"Sorry, but after a certain amount of hearing your yabbling I stopped paying attention to what you say. Don't get me wrong, but it's the only way to prevent myself from throwing a chair at you like these guys did."

"Ha.. ha..Very funny." The tricoloured country rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I wasn't joking." Retorted the other country flatly, rising one eyebrow.
"Alright, you stay here."He continued, standing up from his previously hunched, squatting position.