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Italy, or rather more precisely Fascist Italy, walked around the streets dressed fully in his war attire despite it being the warmer part of the afternoon, the decorative badges of his suit just barely making a sound as he marched about. What was he doing, you could ask? Well, aside from obviously walking, he was looking for someone in particular; Imperial Japan to be precise. The reason as to why wasn't as glorious as one might imagine, however, as the Italian merely wanted somebody to bug to death without too serious of consequences, and she seemed perfect for the job. It was either that or the alternative route; blow up the other countries' chappels and try to dominate the Mediterranian without any planning in order to bring glory back to his homeland. Yeah, maybe it was a bit of a wiser move to seek out Imperial Japan instead of acting purely on impulse. He mentally patted himself on the back for the wise choice, continuing to roam around until he found who he was searching for.
Imperial seemed to be actually doing her job, performing the tasks set to her by the N@zi country. Of course, she hated him, but they were all allies. Fascist, Imperial and N@zi. When one of her servants walked in and told her that she had a visitor, she rolled her eyes before standing up and setting her papers aside to follow her servant. Her eyes fell onto the Italian and glimmered with soft anger, placing her hands behind her back as she moved forward. Her feet were bare, and the guards hadn't let the Italian move far into the building without him removing his boots as well. Her eyes glowed with soft power as she cleared her throat, raising an eyebrow at Fascist. "Can I help you, ファシスト?" She spoke calmly despite the intrusion into her country, especially since as far as she knew, they were to inform each other that they were going to visit. Whatever, she thought, this was her ally. Her truly hated ally, but she couldn't win this war by herself. Yet.
Fascist, in comparison to Imperial's seeming displeasure to his sporadic visit, grinned widely, as if he was already humoured by the fact his sudden, random appearance caused such disapproval. It made his heart happy, in some sick and twisted way, but they were allies all the same, so perhaps that wasn't the most appropriate way to view it. Oh well, he told himself, he came here to annoy anyways, so annoy he shall. "Yes, yes you can, as a matter of fact! You can keep me entertained! Or the Mediterranean is as good as invaded and bombed!" He chirped brightly, tilting his head slightly to the side as his grin only grew worse, not leaving much slack, if any at all, for Imperial to shove him away as she normally tried to do. Despite Fascist's chipper tone, he was deathly serious, having every intention to proceed with conquering what had once belonged to ancient Rome if something didn't keep him distracted from being able to do so.
"Amaterasu give me strength..." She whispered softly to herself as she covered her face with one of her hands, then snapped at the guards. They hesitantly moved aside to let him inside, Imperial walking off once again as her eyes softly glowed. "Hm." Was all she gave in response to his reaction, quietly leading him to a room filled with books as she slipped her arms into a crossed-arms position. "Here. I have books for you to read, Fascist. Now, I have paperwork to do, so are you going to stay here or do I need to knock you out?" She hissed quietly as she narrowed her eyes at him, clearly unhappy.
Fascist grumbled to himself at the half-threat, muttering things along the line of how he bets she breaks her pasta before cooking it. After another second, the Italian eventually got over it, flipping back over to his normal, eerily happy state, grinning once more. "Books are lovely entertainment, I read just about everything I can get my hands on; there's no need for things to get physical, Imperial!" Fascist simply chirped, folding his arms behind his back momentarily as he trotted around the room, his eyes glancing over the spines of the books, carefully pulling out one he thought was interesting based on the title.
Imperial sighed quietly before going to get her work in order to bring it to the same room, not trusting Fascist to not try and blow up her palace. She sat at a writing desk and filled out the paperwork slowly, humming to herself as a servant silently watched the Italian. They seemed confused by the look of the countryhumans, the fact that their flags made up their faces and that they entirely enveloped a room in their power. It seemed slightly confusing to the human, who couldn't entirely understand their power. However, Imperial looked up at the human and cleared her throat, raising an eyebrow as she asked them a question in her native tongue. It startled them, and they quickly ran off, making Imperial roll her eyes. "Hm."
Fascist shifted to plop onto the floor and contently read, thumbing through the pages as he went through them. He looked up from the book upon hearing another language, eyeing Imperial and her servant; before they ran off, that was; for a few seconds, both curious and completely uninterested. It was an odd feeling, he'd admit that much to himself, now silently looking over at the fellow country as he paused for a nanosecond to think. "What was that about?" Fascist asked after his pause had come to an end, looking back down at his book to read once more as he listened for a theoretical answer. He never expected much of any response from her, but he kept a good bit of focus on hearing anyways, just in case.
"She was staring." Imperial spoke simply, then chuckled in amusement. "Humans don't understand us, or how our power works. They just know we can kill them easily if we need to." She hummed as she signed a paper and set it into a neat pile that had begun to form beside her hand, humming to herself before looking over at the other country. "How are things in your country? My sources are...spotty, to say the very best of it, so. Why not get it straight from the best source itself?" She hummed casually as her eyes glimmered softly in annoyance from how easily he just seemed to brush things off, humming quietly in an attempt to keep herself calm instead of getting upset over nothing.
Fascist hummed in understandment with the answer he was provided with, flipping over to another page in his book, only looking up from the pages littered with words when he was asked a question. It was only polite to answer while giving her his full attention, after all, he wasn't some sort of *entirely* cold-hearted brute. He still had class and manners, so to speak. "Things are going smoothly, as a matter of fact. All the rioting has basically stopped and the political enemies to my party are six feet under by now; oh, and I guess it would be worth it to note exports are at an all-time high right now for oil, iron, steel- pretty much all your basic materials." Fascist answered with a few light clicks of his tongue, trying to think if there was anything else he should add. "That's pretty much it from my side, though, unless you really *want* to hear about the labour camps N@zi's getting my help building."
"Hmm! Interesting." She did seem slightly interested in his answer, nodding quietly before placing her head on her hand. It took her a moment before she returned the gesture, although it was with a more...cynical tone. Japan was much smaller than Germany, and had always admired the country for it's accomplishments. She wanted to be like him sometimes. She wasn't *happy* with how her own country was performing, and quite frankly, was a bit upset that even *Italy* was doing better than her. It made her angry, but she forced herself into a calm demeanor as she usually had. "I suppose it could be a lot worse. I expected better from my country, however." She spoke out as she crossed her arms over her chest, sighing quietly as she closed her eyes. "...Hm..."
Fascist hummed out once more, eyeing the page number he was at in the book he was holding before folding it shut and setting it down neatly in front of him. Yet again returning his proper attention over to Imperial Japan, he sat up a little straighter as if he had the intent to be professional and formal, for once, loosely clicking once more as he thought. "Well, if you ever need any supplies, just ask. I've got an *excess* amount," Fascist stated with a soft sigh before it turned into light, yet strangely also dark, laughter. "My men play with mustard gas and bombs for fun, so please, by all means, feel free to take what you want. I am the support country for you and N@zi, after all."
She seemed to soften up slightly, if just for a moment, when she laughed along with him quietly. "I suppose so." Was all she said before thinking to herself, closing her eyes for a moment as she hummed a song to herself casually. Italy had slightly distracted her, and now she was out of focus. It's alright, though. She snapped her fingers, a servant hurrying over and respectfully asking her if she needs anything, in English. Imperial glanced over at Fascist before motioning to him as well, raising an eyebrow silently as if to scold the servant, making them flinch before nervously walking over to the Italian. "Would you like anything, sir...?"
"What I want is the Mediterranean," Fascist sarcastically answered with a chuckle and a roll of his eyes, allowing his posture to soften in sync with his smile. "Water would be just fine, too, though." He answered genuinely, never being too huge on scaring other countries' servants or toying with them unless he was being completely sarcastic about it. Fascist tugged gently on his sleeves soon after answering, straightening and lightly fiddling with his war coat for a second before simply sliding it off, folding it up neatly, and setting it to his side, looking back to Imperial soon after. Though, he didn't say anything, unsure of what exactly to say, if anything at all.
Imperial asked for saké for herself, the servant nodding and running off to get their drinks as the country watched Fascist slowly take off his coat. "With how much blood we've spilled, it's any wonder how you can keep that coat as pristine as Amaterasu's." She hummed out, knowing that the other country probably didn't know who she was talking about. Which was partially what she wanted, but she also hoped that he'd understand it was a half-compliment. She did admire him for his pure white suit and the fact that he could keep the bloody thing clean considering the bloodshed they were constantly in, but she also didn't want it to come across as..too friendly.
Fascist sat there, blinking a few times as he tried his best to recall who she referenced. He had done his fair share of research on gods and deities for general regions, but Zeus himself that he wasn't the best at retaining information, let alone recalling it, so it took him a second. "Ah, right, uhm, well," Fascist slightly trailed off, looking down to his coat for a second and admiring it himself before looking back up to her. "Ivory thread; doesn't absorb many colours, including the crimson from blood. The wealthy in Rome used to wear it to avoid stains, so uh... Yeah." He simply stated, letting her in on the secret of his supposedly stainless suit. The reason as to why he did so though was a mystery, even to him weirdly enough, and it was reflected in his voice.
She raised an eyebrow at him before noting that in her mind, leaning back in her chair and quietly thinking to herself for a moment before the same servant as before walked back in. She set down a formed glass bottle and a teacup, pouring some sort of white liquid into the cup before offering it to the red and white country. It made her smile, and she took the cup with a quiet "Arigatou." before the servant walked over to Fascist and offered him a similar teacup, but with water in it instead. "Here you are, Fascist-sama..." She whispered out meekly, as if scared to get caught speaking around one of the two countries. However, Imperial seemed too interested in her own cup to notice the servant's words, and the servant scurried off before she could get caught.
Fascist eyed the servant once more as she scurried off, but didn't bother to provide any form of comment about how trepid she seemed to be speaking around either of the two countries. He sipped contently at the water he was given before humming a little tune to himself, stopping abruptly when he recalled something. "How're you and N@zi Germany, by the way? I heard you two haven't been keeping in touch as well as you two used to; what's up with that? Did something happen?" Fascist inquired curiously, only meaning for his questions to be harmless and intrigued rather than any form of a mocking manner. He was, admittedly, interested as to the cause of such a thing, but couldn't hide the fact he found it humorous that he kept in better touch with both of them than either of the other ways around.
"N@zi is a fool. I only listen to him because I have some form of respect for him and for my own life. He's a tactician, so he most likely makes better plans than either of us." She sighed before finishing off what was in her cup, pouring more from the bottle and humming to herself with a soft smile on her face. She loved saké, it made her calm down easier. However, she slowly registered the question again, and quietly sighed as she set her cup down. "He is a worthy ally, but an even more worthy foe. I cannot win this war without either of your help, so I make do with what I have." She spoke simply, beginning to drink her drink again without another word.
Fascist fell into a silence, satisfied with the answer he was given as he sipped at his water once more. He reached over at the book he had been reading earlier, flipping it open to the page he recalled last being on, silently going back to scanning his eyes over the words written in it as he hummed to himself. He didn't see the need to say anything else, plus, what else was there to say? Or ask, for that matter, seeing as he had originally come here to annoy. Well, aside from one question that brought a devious smile to his face, prying his eyes off the page to look to Imperial one final time. "Hey, wanna blow something up later? You seem like you need a little stress relief, if you ask me."
That brought her eyes back up to him, and she seemed to consider it before smiling lightly and placing her head on her hand. "That would be nice. Who shall we target today, hmm?" She asked softly, tilting her head curiously at the other country as she hummed to herself in slight happiness. The stress relief was indeed, much needed, especially since she'd had a fight with N@zi recently. She didn't want to hurt her allies, but oh, how they made her ANGRY. She always had temper problems, which she managed to 'temper' (heh) over the years, but she still had issues sometimes, especially when it came to people she viewed as friends being annoying, at least in her eyes.
"Hmmm... Let's see," Fascist lightly clicked his tongue as he thought of a few decent-sounding options for the two of them, drumming his fingers against the glass that he held whilst doing so. "There's option number one of good ol' America and surprise bombing him from out of the blue; which, in retrospect, isn't a half-bad idea if we plan it perfectly in terms of the date and time. He's busy with the European theatre to notice, or even as much as think of, an attack from elsewhere. There's also the USSR route; he might have a hellishly large army, but most of them don't even have supplies, let alone materials to rebuild something *and* try to counter-attack. He's already in shambles too," He offered out with a chuckle, sighing, almost fondly, afterwards.
Imperial seemed very intrigued by the options, tilting her head as she thought to herself. "...Well...I'm not sure that's the best idea...America is quite powerful, even *if* we plan it perfectly...and they have allies in our lands." She spoke slowly, as if carefully weighing every word as she thought of it before saying it aloud. It was how she spoke when she was thinking, and quietly moved to kneel on a cushion beside him since she was more regal than him. Her eyes continued to glow as she thought to herself, placing her glass of saké down before looking over at him. "And the USSR is one of them. As much as those two hate each other, if we attack either one, the other will attack us back." She warned after a moment, crossing her arms and sighing. "Great..."
Fascist fell back into his silence and thought, genuinely trying to figure out a decent alternative to either of them and, preferably, an allied country rather than a random neutral one or even one that wasn't involved in the war whatsoever. "Well... Great Britain, perhaps? America and the USSR don't seem to give two shits whenever that *oh sooooo great* country is bombed, as proof of N@zi's air raids, but then again, it is practically blown to smithereens by now... Oh! China; your hated across-the-sea neighbour; how about him? He might be for the USSR, but the two would *never* try to help each other out unless it was absolutely *dire*. We could keep it liiiight to make sure that never haaaapens," Fascist tried to tempt in a sing-songy tone, letting yet another smile wash over his expression.
Imperial chuckled as she took another slow sip of her saké, looking over at him before smiling. It was a truly tempted smile as well, she liked the idea of bombing China. "Well, well! You've certainly learned how to tempt me." She chuckled softly before reaching out to pat his shoulder gently, humming to herself in happiness as she thought about bombing the opposing country. Bombing them to smithereens just like the UK is, having him at her feet and begging for her mercy, and then denying it to him at the last moment...it sent an adrenaline rush down her spine that made her shiver and grin.
Fascist instantly swapped his smile over for a deviously bright grin, visibly about as excited as an evil henchman when getting told their idea was good. He carried the same semi-wholesome air as one, too, when he quietly cheered, giddy that his idea didn't get shot down or got holes poked through it. It wasn't half-bad, either, since China didn't have the best army nor the best weapons to go along with it. "Should I go gather up supplies? Or will we plan it out thoroughly first *and then* get supplies? Or maybe a mix of both??" He inquired chirpishly, gently setting down the book he held as he asked away.
Imperial grinned back at him before thinking quietly, tapping her fingers together in thought. "...Why don't you go gather supplies, we can plan this out as soon as we're ready." She spoke calmly as she smiled softly, rising to her feet before hesitating. It took her a moment, but she offered her hand out to him with a slight smile. "We'll do it together?" She said after a moment, although it was phrased...more like a question than a statement. She was asking him if they were in this together, which she hoped they were. She literally couldn't do this without Italy's help, and he knew that. He better not pull out now-
Fascist accepted her outstretched hand, gently holding it as he hoisted himself off his feet, grabbing at his pristine white overcoat while doing so. He politely bowed his head, momentarily taking off his hat and holding it over his heart; a sign of promise and respect coming from him; as he kept his grin glued to his face. "Of course; we both need a good explosion and victim to harass to blow off some steam, after all. Besides, I'm not *cruel* enough to cut you off from supplies," He stated, grinning evermore as he set his hat back atop his head and slid his overcoat back on. If he were lying, his cover-up game was on point today, but nobody could ever tell when he was lying or when he was being serious, thank his whimsical attitude for that. It was just a risk other countries had to take when dealing with him, and everybody knew that all too well, especially given how many he had backstabbed in the past.
Imperial knew that he had a tendency to backstab people, both figuratively and literally, so she knew she had to be careful. For now, she'd trust that her supplier wouldn't pull away from her and leave her to die, and merely lead him out of the room and towards the door. "You've certainly improved, Fascist..." She hummed out as she thought quietly, the guards joining them to ensure that their ruler wouldn't get hurt. Imperial Japan then turned to Fascist, putting her hand on her chest in a gesture of trust in return for his. "Thank you for your time, Fascist. We'll meet again soon."
Fascist quietly laughed to himself, be it either from giddiness and his generally witty attitude or some other cause. He slipped his boots back on upon being led back to the entryway, readjusting his cap to it sat snugly atop his head before, once again, politely bowing. "Attendo con ansia il nostro prossimo incontro, Imperiale." He offered out simply with the same grin, soon after slipping out the door with a friendly-enough wave to his ally.
[Translation: "I'm looking forward to our next meeting, Imperial."]
[Translation: "I'm looking forward to our next meeting, Imperial."]
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