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Chapter 23

Japanese Empire's POV

I walked down the hallway, reading the manga my daughter sent me not too long ago, a small smile forming along my face as I read my favorite ship slowly becoming a reality. "We are moving in soon, start packing your things." I freeze, turning my head to look at Confederate's room, my brown raising. 

"Finally! I though you would never ask." I hear Martial's voice speak in excitement, the sound of the bed creaking as he stood up.  "Did you get the plan together?"

I moved closer, listening in on the conversation, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Hm? Plan?" I hear Confederate question. 

"Yes the plan to kidnap (Y/N)." Martial spoke, sounding agitated. 

My eyes widened, as I moved away quickly, hearing my heart hammering against my chest, especially hearing someone walking to where I was hiding. I run into a room quickly, closing the door quietly behind me. 

"Empire?" I turn around, seeing Facist Italy, looking at me confused. 

I look down towards the ground, before looking towards the door, my eyes narrowing as I clenched my free hand into a fist. I may hate her, but she doesn't deserve to be kidnapped by those two. But ... this could mean she could be finally out of the way, knowing those two they'll end up killing her. 

Oh what to do. 

(Y/N)'s POV

I step out of Poland's car, looking to see we were parked in front of the ice cream shop. "I figure grabbing a sweet snack would be beneficial." Poland spoke with a soft smile. I smile brightly, licking my lips as I could imagine tasting my favorite flavor of ice cream. 

Poland gently grabbed onto my hand as he guided me inside the small ice cream parlor. Once Poland pushed open the glass door, a bell chimed, catching the attention of a teenage girl who was on her phone, blowing a piece of bubble gum before it popped. 

She rolled her eyes, moving away from the counter as she spoke something in Polish in a bored tone. Poland responded in the same language before turning to me, "What do you want?" 

I looked down towards the ground in thought before looking back up at him with a small smile, "(F/l) please." Poland smiled in reply before saying the flavor in Polish. 

The teenage worker nodded, pushing herself off the counter as she grabbed two styrofoam bowls along with a metal ice cream scooper. She takes out three scoops of strawberry ice cream, placing them into a bowl before going over towards my (f/l) flavor ice cream, scooping up three scups of that ice cream. She then placed them onto the counter as she typed a few things into her cash register, before speaking in Polish which I assumed was numbers. 

Poland took out his wallet which I grabbed his arm preventing him from paying, "Please, allow me. How much did she say it was in total?" 

Poland smirked, "Nah, I got it. Besides you can't pay if you don't know how much you are paying now can you katku." Poland then took out some cash before handing it to the teenage girl, who took it out of his hands, counting it lazily before pushing a few buttons on her screen. The drawer of the cash register shot open as she placed the cash inside before handing Poland his change. Poland nodded to her in thanks as he grabbed the two bowls of ice cream, handing my own to me. 

"I could've paid for it." 

"I know ... but so can I." He spoke with a smile as he grabbed two spoons before walking out the door with me following right behind. We got into the car quickly as the cold air nipped at our noses once we stepped out of the ice cream parlor, getting into the car quickly so we could eat our ice cream.