(The phone call)
"Hello?"
"Good afternoon."
The man answering sighed,
"What do you want?"
"Take a guess."
"Russia, this isn't time for games, you never call unless it's an emergency. I swear if you did something to"
he was cut off,
"It happened again."
'Oh'
"Turkey and Japan know, well sort of." 'Oh no'
"And I don't think they'll let it go until they get answers, well, at least Turkey won't."
There was a pause,
"... Are you okay? You're really quiet all of a sudden"
"I'm coming over."
"What?"
"You heard me!"
"You heard me!"
This surprised the Russian,
"But Romano"
this time he was cut off,
"No, I'm calling Veneziano and we're coming over. Any objections?"
There was a venom in his voice that he could hear the look he would've received from the Italian if they were talking in person.
"I... no."
'I don't know what reaction I was expecting, but it wasn't this.'
"Are you sure?"
Russia started,
You were supposed to be going on a date with Gilbert tonight."
"Yes I'm very sure, you-a may be his b- uh friend"
'Hoo boy'
"but he's my little brother, Gilbert will understand."
"Fine,"
he sighed, defeated,
"but be quick."
"Don't underestimate me."
Russia also heard a 'bastard' thrown in. "Alright, I'll see you soon."
And then hung up the phone.
'Greece will probably need some painkillers.'
Do people actually read this?
A/N: I will not be doing accents.
YOU ARE READING
Am I the monster?
Historical FictionThis was originally gonna be a one-shot book but I saw an opportunity. So this will be a story based on one of my favourite headcanons for Greece (changed a bit to be easier to write about) (and by a bit I mean a lot)
