the past and the present

ch.13 the beginning

 
 
CHAPTER 13 the begining
 
 
 
The day was going great for Martial law . At least, that’s what Del wanted to hear from him. He looked to his left; martial was sitting on the floor, mumbling colorful curse words about how stupid the layout of the building was.

Despite the German man giving them very detailed and extremely accurate directions to where they needed to go, they somehow still managed to get themselves lost. "Now I remember why Phil is always in charge of the map," he sighed. They could just go around more and find someone who could lead the way. He nudged martial with his foot and said, "Come on, let’s just go find someone and ask them for directions... again."
 
 
 
Martial looked up at him with a piqued expression on his face. He got up suddenly, taking Del by surprise. "WE ASKED 3 PEOPLE! 3!  "HOW DO YOU STILL NOT KNOW THE WAY?! Martial yelled in frustration. He clenched his fist in an attempt to control his anger.
 
 
 
Del rolled his eyes; "here we go again," he thought. He took a deep breath and repeated, "Martial!", He yelled. We asked 3! people!" HOW DO YOU STILL NOT KNOW THE WAY?!"
 
 
 
Martial was taken aback by this; he stepped back and crossed his arms like a pouting child. It was true; they have already asked three people, but they still don’t know the way.
 
He clicked his tongue and said, "Whatever... let's just go," and he walked ahead, leaving Del.
 
 
 
Del just sighed and followed after him.
 
 

 
Perla watched with curiosity as the white country healed her foot; there wasn’t much damage—just a few scratches and maybe some deep cuts, but nothing too serious.

Perla couldn’t help but stare at the cat ears that the country had, and so did Kati; they both stared at the cat ears on the white country's head. "That should do it!" the white country cheered. "Your skin seems to be tougher than I thought! "Barely any damage has been done!" Her ears perked up. "I'm Japan, by the way!" She held her hand out to both Perla and Kati, who just stared at it, unsure of what she wanted them to do. Japan giggled; she couldn’t help but think of how cute they were. "This is called a handshake," she explained. She took Perla's hand and shook it. "See, this is called a handshake; it’s a greeting; you do it when you formally meet someone," she extended her hand to Kati.
 
Kati now understood and happily shook her hand. "You get it!"

Perla couldn’t help herself anymore; she reached up and touched Japan's ears. The touch was soft and gentle, but it still caught Japan by surprise. She squeaked and jumped into the air like a startled cat.
 
"Mahal!"  Kati yelled.
 
"I'm sorry!  I was curious! "I wanted to know if they were real!" She defended herself, waving her hands in the air.
 
 
 
Kati turned back to Japan. "I'm sorry," he apologized.
 
"It's okay!"  as if nothing happened, Japan's eyes and ears perked up. "She was just curious, that’s all," she said, pulling out a chair from underneath the medicine table and sitting down in front of Perla. "You can touch them if you want; I don’t mind.'

"Please be gentle though."
 
 
 
Perla squealed with excitement; she gently touched Japan's ears. "So soft!"  Japan giggled.  "Thank you," Perla said gently, stroking her ears, and Japan melted at the touch. Her movements were slow and gentle, like a brush gently going through a cat's fur. Perla's humming sounded like a lullaby. Japan knew that she would end up falling asleep if she didn’t leave now, but she didn’t mind.
 
Slowly her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep with a single thought in her mind.
 
Phili sure is lucky; his mom is so sweet.
 
 
 
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Phil opened the door to the mansion he shared with the other ASEAN countries; the building was originally meant to be an office building, but somehow they managed to turn it into a family home. He was met with the bustling sounds of his "siblings" talking happily with each other; sure, some of them were fighting, but he chose to ignore it. They're probably fighting about spoons and chopsticks, he thought. He shrugged and went in, closing the door behind him.
 
 
 
"I'm back!" he yelled loudly, catching Malaysia's attention. "PHIL!  You're back!"  Mal yelled from the second floor. He hopped into the railing and slid down on it. "Mal, how many times do I have to tell you to not slide down the rails?!" Do you have no sense of self-preservation? Singapore yelled, putting his hands on his hips like a scolding mother.
 
Mal stopped halfway and used the actual stairs instead. "Sorry, singa!" he yelled back.
 
Mal grabbed Phil's arm and said, "Come on, Indo, and I have something to show you." He pulled Phil up the stairs. "w-wait!  "Let me put my bag down first."
 
 
 
"no time!  It's important"
 
 
 
Phil squeaked in surprise when he was suddenly pushed into a dark room. "h-hello?"  He called out, and he looked behind him to find that Mal had completely disappeared. "G-guys?" he clutched into his bag nervously. "What's going on?" Suddenly, red candles started to light up, one by one, lighting up the room with a red glow. In the middle of the room was a cloaked figure with glowing red eyes staring menacingly at him.
 
 
 
Silence echoed in the room; nothing but breathing could be heard.
 
 
 
" so…."  Phil looked around the room and then back at the cloaked figure. "Are we starting a cult?"
 
 
 
The cloaked figure shrugged his shoulders and said, "Nah, that’s boring." The figure snapped its fingers, and the light turned on. brightened up the entire room and revealed Mal, who was sitting on the bed; they were in Indonesia’s room. 

Indo's room was the next most normal-looking room in the house, next to the Singapore's room; the room was fairly big and had all the usual things. It had a double bed on the right side, a desk in the middle, a closet, and some shelves. The only thing that threw off the normal aesthetics was the overwhelming amount of indomie that was leaking out of the closet and the cabinets and was scattered all over the floor. It still looked very neat compared to the others.

The cloaked figure pulled off his hood and revealed that it was Indo. "I was just showing you these costumes I got for Halloween; what do you think?" "Will it scare the other countries?"
 
 
 
"I think they'd be more scared if you started a cult."
 
 
 
"well….we could"
 
 
 
"WHAT NO!"  Mal yelled.  He looked to Phil, expecting him to say something to Indo. But Phil just stood there with his hand on his chin, looking like he was considering it.
 
 
 
Mal’s mouth opened wide; he couldn’t believe that his friends were thinking of starting a cult. He shook his head disappointedly and decided to change the topic. He got off the bed and walked over to the shelf, pulling out a big piece of paper. He cleared the junk off the table by tossing it to the floor. "Hey!  Those are my stuff!"  Indo glared at him as he squatted down to pick them up. 
 
Mal rolled his eyes and gestured for Phil to come closer. "Come here, we have a plan to show you." 
 
Indo stood up and dropped all of the things he was holding; he could clean later. This was more interesting. He stood on the right side of the table, grabbing a red pencil, and waited for Mal to explain his side.
 
Phil moved closer, saying, "A super amazing and terrifying plan to scare America to death." He read the title out loud. He shot Mal a questioning look. He looked over to Indo, who had a smug face. "Is this what we're doing for Holloween?" He asked, a grin forming on his face. 
 
Indo started writing on the paper. "Yeah, so here's the plan," he gestured for Mal to get the photos they had prepared. Mal walked over to the bed and grabbed a box from underneath.
He brought a box over to the table, taking out two photos. One is a photo of Confederate, and the other is of America. He pinned them to the corkboard on the wall.
 
"You know that America used to have another brother, right?" Indo turned his attention to Phil. "You know.. the CSA or Dixie." 
 
Phil put his head on his palm, closing his eyes. His eyes snapped open as he remembered who it was. "Oh Dixie!"  He exclaimed.  "Yeah!  I know Dixie! I talked to him during the war, and he was actually pretty nice. "If you ignore his crimes, that is." 
 

" Yeah! So anyway, here's the plan. Mal wrote America on the paper: "What if we dressed up as Dixie and scared America?" That would be amazing, right? "Well make him think that Dixie got brought back to life or something." He circled America's name, feeling proud of himself.
 
Mal moved closer to them. "We could get to Taiwan to help," he suggested. "He's already red, so there won't be much need for make-up, and also, he and America had a fight a few weeks ago; he would be happy to get some revenge." He grabbed a yellow pencil and wrote Taiwan's name on the graph.
 
"Hmmm..."  Phil thought for a while. Sure, it would be nice to see the American get scared, but it didn't seem challenging. America would get startled easily because of the amount of coffee in his system. He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking of someone else they could prank.
 
Philip perked up. An idea Formed in his head. "How about the Soviet union?" He suggested with a smirk.
 
Mal and Indo exchanged glances before looking back at Phil, telling him to go on.
 
Phil grabbed a blue pencil and wrote on the paper. "Ame is really easy to scare so it wouldn't be much fun. Russia however...." A mischievous grin made its way to his face.
 
"Won't that be harder though?" Said Mal. "Russia rarely shows any emotions,.. he could be emotionless."
 
"Yeah, that's like...god tier prank" said Indo. "Heck.. I doubt a god cant even scare that guy"
 
"That's what makes it fun~" Philip sang. "Just a little ..if just a little bit we could get like somekind of reaction from him...then we'll
call it a win." He looked at his friends. "What's wrong?...not up for a challenge?" He teased.
 
"You know what....fine...let's do this" Mal said exitedly.
 
"I'm down for anything, iIlike doing things" Indo smiled.
 
"Great" Philip clasped his hands together. "Call Taiwan, we're doing this on hollowen. During the National holloween party.'
 
 
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I know we're far from holloween but the story has its own timeline. Also, what better way to make an announcement?.

-author

Also, completely unrelated but I'm making a king Trollex fanfiction so look out for that.