Third growled as he went in the cold country. Third hates Russia. Due to the endless arguing in UN meetings dead countries are going with the country who endless arguing on, what UN is calling "Happy Road Trip Of Endless Happy." All third is trying to figure out is how he was wrapped into this bullshit. Oh yeah He was forced to go with well the Axis, Soviet, Ame, Russia, Britain and Confederate.
Confederate kept picking fights, Jumping out when ever he could. I should mention Confederacy happens to be a separate person in Ames head.
Third hit a light pool though. He let out a hiss as harsh as a snakes.
F.I. let out chuckle. He then regretted it as a snow ball was shoved in his face.
Soviet growled at both of them and picked them up by the back of there shirts.
Third Stuck out at Soviet and F.I. squeaked, curling into a ball best he could.
J.E. took them from Soviet and carried them to the van. It was about 6 blocks away. They where meet the others at the van. Soviet was carrying the bags while J.E. was carrying their friends.
Third Growled and escaped J.E.s grasp, running off. He saw the van and jumped in. Britain just barely dodged him. Third curled up in the back seat, Very corer of the back seat. Britain growled at him but stayed in his seat.
Ame got into the driver seat after putting there bags in the back. next to Third.
Soviet put the Axis bags next to Third and got in the front seat. He pet ames head and asked. (Yes, dialog!)
"You sure you can drive without hitting a tree?"
"No promises big guy." Ame responded
"Ame no." Soviet growled
"Ame yes." America replied snarkyness drowned his normal attitude.
"Bloody hell No to both of you!" Britain shouted.
"fine dad." Ame replied.
Third sighed and grabbed his bags. He had two. They where planning to be in this van for awhile so he planned ahead. The van started and they began driving.
Third looked at the other two axis and asked for them to pass him his note book.
They shook there heads and J.E. said.
"We don't got it."
Third growled and climbed to Soviet.
"Sketch." He said.
Soviet looked at Third.
"Comrade I do not have it."
Third growled and climbed to Britain.
"Sketch." He told Britain.
Britain growled and shook it head. Then picked up Third and gave him to the other axis.
Third growled at them and said.
"Sketch book now."
"Don't got it." Italy said.
Third let out a growl that started in his throat and was going to end up in someone else's. Then a sketch book hit him in the back of the head.
"Borrow mine you skinny angry tooth pick." said the American.
Third went back to his corner and started drawing.
About 3 to 4 hours later of quiet driving, Britain broke the odd quietness.
"Ame poll over at the next remonstrant I am hungry."
Third threw a candy bar at him and said. "Nein. We have food here."
"nah i think dads right." Ame said.
Soviet shrugged. "i don't care really."
F.I. said "As long as i don't have to sit by Third I'll be happy."
J.E. growled at F.I. "Well I am with Soviet on this.
Third growled and went back to drawing.
America stopped at a restaurant named the Moscow on the hill.
Third scoffed but got up. He was the first to get out. He was not a fan of Russian food.
They got in, got a table and looked at the menu.
Soviet helped out Ame since he didn't know shit that was on the menu. Third knew very little Russian when speaking but could read it fluently.
Third let out a soft chuckling remember how hard he worked on learning the few words he knew.
Flashback
it was 1940. the war had just began and Third was having his first meeting with Soviet. He walked in and waved. asking in very weak Russian
"Где здесь ванная комната?"(Where's the bathroom?)
Soviet answered in German.
"Den Flur runter nach rechts."(Down the hall to the right)
"Now i can ignore people in English, German and Russian."
Third chuckled at the foggy memory.
They order some appetizers. Moscow fries and Oliver.
They eat it, Third complains some more.
Then they order their real food.
"I'll take Czars medallion." Soviet says.
"I'll have Katchatka salad." Ame said.
"We will take two beef strognoff."
"I'll take...Nothing." Third said, Just not wanting food.
everyone gets there food and Third just keeps drawing. His hand shaking while holding the pencil. Every line shakery then the last. You may wonder why. Well during the war he was put in a POW camp. and after honestly. The years he was forced to endless work fucked up his hands for good. he was a sharp shooter as well. That's important because he's more used to fight behind the lines and him being forced into the front fucked his hands up for good.
This is why he liked finger food, he couldn't use a fork anymore without his hands giving out. Drawing was actually painful as well. He had so many sores on his hands and the skin had been torn and would never fully heal. Mostly due to them never fully healing before being hurt again.
J.E. looked at Third. "Are you okay?"
Third was still lost in his thoughts, tears had dripped down his cheeks and onto the paper.
Ame shook Thirds shoulder and Third shouted as he jumped. He then panted before saying.
"Ich muss auf die Toilette gehen"
He then got up and went to the bathroom.
The whole table was confused but went back to eating quietly.
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