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“So you’ve heard that America” The bitch she is “made a new organization called the Bleeding Hearts?” Kingdom of Hawai’i asked her informant. Kailani, the ‘ūlili, bowed her head and shifted on her feet. KoH took that as a ‘yes’.
“Well it’s about time I get a better reason.” KoH sighed, her shoulders slumping. Kailani warbled softly and took off from the windowsill, landing on her perch.
“I’m going to continue the insurrection, I can’t stop it-” She was stopped by the sound of her phone ringing. It was the sound of birds cawing. An Oilbird, I think. Nope, Andean Condor. She picked up her phone, and sure enough it was Colombia.
“Kingdom of Hawai’i, how can I help?”
“Do you want to come to a meeting?” Colombia asked, their voice somewhat hurried, but not out of the ordinary.
KoH paused, glanced at Kailani, and nodded. “Sure. Just tell me the time and place.”
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Eritrea waited for the call to connect, her foot tapping the floor in a tempo she quickly labeled as ‘presto’. The call finally connected.
“Hello?” Came the groggy response. Probably woke him up. Oops.
“This is Eritrea, is this Union of Soviet Socialist Republics?” Eritrea asked, feeling like she had to be the epitome of professional, considering the topic she wanted to discuss.
“Yeahp, what do you want?”
“Colombia and I are organizing a meeting. Do you want me to tell you the details?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Eri, I just woke up. I can’t make decisions right now, maybe not until SFSR’s safe. Plus I’m quite enjoying my retirement, less anxiety usually.”
Eritrea sighed, before muttering, “Okay. I’ll send you the important details anyway, if that’s okay?” She knew that Soviet was likely emotional due to Russia’s disappearance, and an objective she could think of would be to find Russia, not just dismantle America’s empire…
“Fine. If I don’t show up, don’t berate me,” Soviet grumbled after a moment, before curtly saying, “Goodbye, Eri.”
“Goodbye.” The phone let out the low, monotone beeping that signified the call ended. Eritrea pulled the phone away from her ear. “Well, he was difficult, as per usual.” She mumbled to herself, drafting a text to Colombia.
‘Soviet may or may not be on board. We’ll see when the meeting comes.’
She sent it, the whoosh affirming that the message went through. The three bobbing circles showed up as the read receipt changed from Sent to Read. Colombia’s text came through after a few moments: ‘He’ll likely come anyway. During the 2nd world war he did this same thing, at least that’s what Belgium has told me.’
Eritrea’s shoulders slumped in relief. There was a decently good chance he’d come anyway. If he just observed, she’d consider it a win.
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“Go back inside, the American threat is still imminent,” Uzbekistan said firmly, her hands out in a gesture of ‘move back’. The pamphlets a couple of American planes had let loose on Tashkent were being slowly picked up. She had been tempted just to use a firehose or a flamethrower, but the PR people vetoed her decision. So instead they were being picked up one by one by hazmat teams. Who knew what was laced on the pamphlets?
“Why do we need to? There’s no visible danger!” One of the civilians said, gesturing to the street. Which yes, aside from the papers and the people in hazmat suits picking up paper with claw-things, the street was empty. But Uzbekistan wasn’t taking any chances, not with her citizens.
“We don’t know what could be on the papers. You can’t see anthrax or Marburg Virus, but you can still contract it. Polonium-210 could be on them and then you’ll get cancer.” That got a reaction, particularly from the cancer comment.
The civilians recoiled, eyes wide as they glanced at each other, muttering softly amongst each other. They didn’t want to get hurt or die, and maybe they didn’t know about the notorious bioweapons or terrorist weapons, but they knew the effects of cancer, be it from family or anecdotally.
“Yeah, you don’t want to risk getting cancer from some simple paper, now do you?” Uzbekistan pushed, taking a step forward. The mass of people stepped back, uneasy now. Good good, now time to go home, yeah?
“Now you should go home. Stay safe until the all-clear is given. Everything’s on lockdown until then. Businesses, except for the larger corporations, will be reimbursed for the duration. This is for your safety, as we don’t know what the Americans are trying to do.” Uzbekistan continued, and the crowd of people started to disperse back to their homes. Most of them had been on the street when the downpour of paper happened, and had rushed to safety until it ended, then walked out from safety to see what had happened.
As the last person left, Uzbekistan sighed a soft ‘thank you’, before walking off to check for stragglers who were still outside.