Fatal Secrets

Chapter 7: Kuma's Head

Hey my guys (yes that is how I'll start every sentence talkin' to you people, why? I don't fuckin' know) how many chapters should this barely passing excuse for a book have? If you didn't already know I'm very indecisive and if I'm not given a goal, this book with probably go on forever and I wouldn't be able to write sequels for this if it's wanted. (yes I've already thought about it 'cus that's the kind of person I am) Okay know into the story, and I'm gonna start getting into the whole plot and ships soon- I promise!
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~With the other country's at the UN building, and they're still there why..? Plot. Brought to you by me not being able to breath- and no. I don't have corona, I have fucking asthma and shit lungs~

3rd Pov:

There were a few country's sitting at the oval table, discussing anything that came to mind. From their country to random thoughts. Since it wasn't a meeting anyone who wished to join the discussions were able to and could leave whenever. So far Canada, England, France, Germany, Prussia, Italy, Romano, Spain, the Mexico's, Russia's sisters, Japan, China and lastly the Nordics plus Sealand (even though they don't know he's here) were the only country's in the room. It was peaceful- and that's saying something, as normally everybody's usually fighting at the meetings. Germany was beginning to consider holding meetings like this, Norway didn't hit Denmark on the back of his head after a comment, and China wasn't complaining about the young an immature western country's are- he didn't even try to sell anybody anything!

But as quickly as the surprisingly quite and peacefulness began... It ended. And all too soon for the nations liking, especially Germany's. A flash. A big bright white light appeared behind England. Ending the nations peaceful state. When the blinding light stopped- there were two nations no one could forget. The nations at the table sat in silence. No one knew what to do or what happened, and it look like neither did Russia or America. After a few seconds of silence that if a paper clip drooped, everyone would hear it, England quickly recovered from the shock.

"Alfred?! What happened?! What's going on?! How did you get here?!" England yelled, bringing everybody back to reality.

But that reality was only shortly lived...

(Oof, Imma 'bout to get real cliche in a moment- forgive me! But I've made you all wait too long for the plot. Also Imma use the oldest Native American language I find on google. Also Imma use google for words.)

More blinding lights appeared. One in the middle of the table. And after that several other kept appearing. Small ones on all the doors handles, big ones that covered the windows- leaving the walls blank with no windows. And in the middle of it all... there were books stacked on top of each other on the oval table. The ones towards the bottom looked old with wearied down leather and yellow pages seen on the sides, but as the stack got higher, the books looked newer. They had perfect white paged and the covers had no faults.

When the lights stopped appearing a singular piece of folded paper flouted down- right into Canada's lap, more specifically on Kuma's head. Canada looked over the paper. He realized it was a note. But it wasn't in English. It was written in a Native American language: Navajo. The thought of it being in Navajo brought tears to Mathew's (Canada's) eyes. He knew only he and his brother Alfred were the only ones that spoke it in the room. So that left his Mother, an ancient, Native America.

Even though Mathew hasn't seen or used this language in centuries... what is said was as clear as day. 

Mathew stood up and cleared his thought, usually Mathew was unseen and invisible to everybody but a few- but knowing and having the comfort of his mother's language gave his confidence he'd lacked before.

"Excuse me everybody." He said catching peoples attention and throwing most of them off guard. "I have a note that appeared during the lights, and I think you should all here this." Alfred had time to collect himself during Mathew's thinking and walked over to his brother looking over the note. Tears swelling up in his eyes confused everybody around him.

"Now the direct translations from this to English are rough for some parts so I will do my best." Mathew said looking over to his brother who gave him a small nod to continue.

Word count: 846
Look! I'm finally getting into the story! I haven't slept in forever and it's currently 3 in the morning where I'm at and I feel like I can take over the fucking planet! Okay I'm gonna go write another chapter 'cus I have motivation for some odd fucking reason and yeah, I don't know what to do with my self.