Allies or no?

Beautiful day, innit?

Wrong.

When is war beautiful?

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Bullets and arrows decorate the battlefield, creating a horrifying but mesmerizing scene, minus the lifeless bodies sprinkled all over the barren wasteland.

Though, theres two people left in the bloody place. One covered in cuts and bruises wearing casual clothes, while the other has blood stains on him and wears a soldier uniform.

"Hah... look what happened, this is your fault for rejecting my offer Indonesia," The soldier press his foot harder on the back of Indo's head, further burrying the man's face in the soil, "I can't blame your pathetic attempt to run, it's fun to chase you. After all, i'll always find you.. wherever you are."

It's getting harder to breathe, his body ache badly, legs cracked from the earlier assault, "MmhmmMh!" Indo tries to speak, but instead it sounds muffled.

"Adorable. Really. I like it when you don't speak."

A gun is loaded with ammo as the soldier aims it at Indo's head, "Any last words?"

The man under him can only whimper, shaking in agony of whats to come.
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BANG!

Then he woke up.