\quick index.
bear/bears= Soviet and Russia.
plum= Third.
pickles= Axis.
Tea bag= Britain.
pedal= J.E.
Maf= F.I.
Sun= Ame
Angy= Feddy./
Third woke up and yawned. It was 4:09 am. Third new because he had open up his phone, the car had been stopped at the curb side of a random gas station. Third checked his messages. He got few messages and quickly responded to them. He then grabbed a candy bar from the luggage he was sitting next to and nommed on it. He sighed as he scrolled threw his phone. Yeah the home screen, Ame wouldn't let him have social media. Due to his well...history of causing propaganda.
Britain looked at Third. "Bloody hell, it's 5:00 in the Morning!" Britain yell whispered. (I wanted to have britain use military time but my small brain doesn't know how it works....)
Third sighed and looked him straight in his eyes. "It's 0435." Third said in a dead tone voice. Then went back to playing his 40s music, which what he was listening to caused him to laugh.
Ame new what he was listening to, due to him adding all the music to his phone. Plus, child safety locks. Which where whenever he downloads an app he has to ask Ame first. And he blocked off the website version of all social media, including YouTube. Better be safe then sorry. (Ame whhhyyyyyy?)
Almost everyone was up, who wasn't up? The bears. The military ones where up. Well except for Russia and Soviet, Third was always up at this time due to bombings, actually though he slept in. He usually got up at 0300. Just to able to get his son and others to the bomb shelters.
(Just looked it up, yeah that's cannon. It was bombed by the RAF Bomber Command between 1940 and 1945, by the USAAF Eighth Air Force between 1943 and 1945, and the French Air Force between 1944 and 1945, as part of the Allied campaign of strategic bombing of Germany.)
Third growled, because oh boy he was mad.
"We were driving the wrong fucking way?!" It was fairly hard for Britain to understand Third due to his heavy accent. But he got the point.
"Yes, we were. blame him." Britain replied, gesturing towards a sleeping Russia.
Third let out a growl that started in his throat and was bound to end up in someone else's throat.
Britain flinched and pulled out his sword from his cane that was next to him, the cane was golden and encrusted with jewels. It was very pretty and old as well. The sword was gold plated, jewels also in it. It was utterly beautiful. But Third knew it was unpractical.
Third smirked but went to the driver seat, which confused Britain because he always fought. At the drivers seat he moved Russia to Soviets lap and started the car. America held onto the grab Handle, or as he called them 'Holy Shit Who Let This Maniac Drive' handles. Third then stepped on the pedal and went has fast as he could. This woke the bears and Soviet yelled, "Nu vse, tebe pizda" (that's it, We're fucking dead!) The axis knew they couldn't stop Third so quickly tightened their seat belt. Britain prayed to the tea god.
Third then swerved. tried to fire a car. He was to used to driving tanks. He then almost crashed into another car. This caused soviet to scream. "Chyort voz'mi!" (Damnit what the shit!)
Britain sat up and went next to F.I. "from 1-10 how insane is Third While driving?!" He asked, pretty scared knowing his best friends would know.
"37!" F.I. yelled.
"Third no!" Russia yelled, his accent sharp as a blade. Third drove onto the side walk.
Humans ran out of the way, some pulling out their phones most just running. Third let out a laugh harsher then ever. "Fuck the jews!" Third yelled. More like screamed.
Soviet let out a growl as he watched this mess unfold. God was he annoyed. He wanted to say something but knew it would just be ignored, or worse, it wouldn't. But honestly, can he even die? He is a round ball with hair and a Flag slapped on his face. Should he even care?
Third then parked, Finally. They were parked perfectly, but, in two takes spots, the cars were to close for him to fit. How was this done.
\I love you, happy birthday sweetie./
