A Drink With my Friends? I Don't Think So.

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*Beep**Beep**Beep*

Oh, What time is it? What is that annoying sound? Why do I have to wake up? I groaned flinging my arm around outside the bed, and smashing it down on the annoyingly noisy object. It quieted down immediately, stupid alarm.

I stretched and pulled myself off the bed and walked to the closet. The neatly folded and hanged clothing items were....not to my liking. The hell is all this, stupid country, all of this looked like trash or rags to wipe up spills. Clearly that stupid white haired country had a knack for keep things all nice and tidy. I riffled around and pulled out a black long sleeved shirt with a bird on it, a red jacket, and a pair of black pants.

I pulled the items on and walked over to the desk in the annoyingly pristine room. I found a phone sitting on top of the polished desk and picked it up. 12 missed calls and 42 messages that consisted of the day before and earlier that morning. More than half of the calls were from that idiot Germany and the rest from my supposed friends Spain and France. The messages were from Germany, Spain, France, and some other countries that I won't even bother to think about let alone mention. 2 calls and around 15 messages were from this morning, the 2 calls were from Spain and France, three of the messages were from Germany saying stuff along the lines of don't do anything stupid, and the others were from of course Spain and France.

The ones from Spain and France brought me back to the day before and how I agreed to going out drinking with them......Amazing, what a wonderful idea to agree to something as ignorant as that. I huffed and shot them a reply to meet me in two hours. A few seconds later and I confirmation reply.

Thinking about it some more, this would be a perfect time to start planning. Get to know these two fools better and then take em down. The only question was how should I take them down and when? Oh well, we'll cross that bridge later. Just as I was about to find something to occupy myself with I heard a loud chirp and a pinch on the top of my ear.

I flung my arm back and hit something small and fuzzy.

It let go and chirped rapidly as it flew away.

I spun around to try and figure out what it was. My eyes connected with a small, fuzzy, yellow, chick. It was glaring at me viciously, and I remembered this was that dumb albinos little bird. I marched forward and grabbed the small creature, it immediately started biting at my fingers.

I stood there for a second thinking about what I should do. If I got rid of it permanently it would no longer be a nuisance. but then people would question. Darn it did I just so happen to pick the most annoying country to copy or something. I decided to drop the small being on the bed and hurriedly leave the room, closing the door behind me and making sure the little fuzzball couldn't escape.

I stalked downstairs and found food sitting on the table, waiting. I sat down and practically inhaled the food. Food was annoying, took to much energy. I still had some time to kill, so I wandered around aimlessly, I eventually ended up sitting down and thinking about how my plan was going to progress. I was thinking about getting rid of them one by one and torture them slowly, but now that I thought about it, that would raise suspicion. I'd have to get rid of them all at once, I would separate and imprison them, and kill them off in different ways.

To think they would look up and see someone so weak, someone they had ignored and thrown down...taking away all their lives. Then, when they were about to die he would tell them the truth about everything that had been done. Then perhaps he would kill the only country who had known all of this time, Prussia.

I felt a vibration and reached into his pocket, Spain had texted that they were on their way over to the bar and if he was leaving as well. I decided to not text back, instead I just got up and left.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 19, 2020 ⏰

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