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@Me/Kimochi: Canada: "Well, um... *crash* just listen for yourself."
In the background, you could hear shooting and screaming. You could see USA and EOJ holding each other off as a police officer ran up to them. And you could hear CSA going berserk before I completly wasted him.
Canada: "Yeah...not exactly a good time to call."
Me: Wait a sec,what?!
Mexico: ¿Qué ves?...¡Ave Inmaculada! ¿¡Imperio de Japón?!
Me: Fighting...with USA...Ok, we all know those two hate each other dangerously too much and nothing good can come about all of this, right?
Mexico: ¡Estados Confederados! Canadá, I want to talk with ellos!
Me: Wait what?!
(Sorry for the long delay)
Me and the Kurdistans come in and sit in front of a table. It is very quiet inside the cabin, until Rojava breaks the silence.
Yazidi: No, the original owner ran away as soon as I started talking to him. He is probably in a mental hospital right now.
Saying this, Yazidi chuckles.
: Well, you seem to be enjoying this new life and...
Iranian Kurdistan: Enough! Let's get strait to the point.
Iraqi Kurdistan whispers to me:
Iraqi Kurdistan: He surely is the most straightforward of us.
He then turns to Yazidi.
: Brother, I'm afraid you'll have to abandon this life and come with us.
: Go to where? Also, why is there a giant sea where Turkey was supposed to be?
Turkish Kurdistan was distracted looking at a butterfly, so he didn't hear the last question.
: Mario here is Brazilian. He wants to take us to Brazil so that we can live in a safer place than in the Middle East.
Me: Well, it's not that safe, you got street gangs, drug traffickers, crime cartels, there were also some Hezbollah members that got arrested here (this is true). And I'm not even talking about Rio de Janeiro.
: Well, anything is better than the Crazy East. Except for North Korea, you know.
@Me: (And didn't I already specify before then that would be our time in UTC time?)
Officer: *to USA* "Nothing, actually, you'll just help in our investigation."
USA: "Wait- investigation?! What investigation?!"
Officer: "I'll explain on the way!"
With that, he ran to his police car which he had somehow parked on our driveway. All we could do was follow him and get in. CSA's limp body was right next to ours. My mom, notocing this, gave me one of those horrified looks. I didn't look back.
Officer: "Before we go, are there any others besides you four?"
Me: "Well, there's Canada, Washington, BC, Sweden, Russia..."
USA: "Actually, that commie ran off."
Me: 'And yeah. Wait, what?!"
The officer ran off to our house, and a few minutes later, Canada, Sweden, BC, and Washington were all on our laps.
And before the officer drove off, another policeman (a rookie, by the looks of it) threw EOJ's recently-electrocuted body into the back. And Aztec also jumped in.
Aztec: "I'm defecting, I've had enough."
Officer: "Hang on, it's gonna be a thriller!"
And he masterfully drove through all the crowd and gunshots, and soon, we were on our way to the Stanwood Police Station.
@Floofy2: Soon, you had boarded the plane near the front, you and South Korea sharing a row, and UK and China sharing another row. And soon, the plane took off toward America.
@Kimochi: But before Canada could say or do anything, the police officer suddenly shot EOJ with a taser gun.
Canada: "Welp, so much for him."
Then, another police officer came and said something, and soon, Canada, along with WA, BC, and Sweden, were with USA, me, and my mom in a police car that was driving off amid the sounds of screams and gunshots. You could hear the US Army coming in by this point.
@AkkoKun: Yazidi: "Okay then."
And soon, you were off.
Iranian Kurdistan: *to you* "Oh, and by the way, what happened in the border station that took you so long?"
Me: The guard saw Rojava blink and took me in for some questioning, nothing serious.
We arrive at the Zvarnots International Airport. We get our things and head to the exit when we notice Rojava is missing. After a few minutes, he comes back, wearing the shirt of the Brazilian national football team.
(No?)
USA was waiting for CSA to wake up, so that then he could show him who's boss. "I'm gonna make sure this bastard knows his place.
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Russia sat quietly sat a bush, a few miles away from the house, drinking vodka, which was now almost gone. He couldn't hear the shooting from there, and wondered if everyone was ok. Somehow, Russia could enjoy vodka no matter what was happening, so being in a bush was perfectly fine.
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I grabbed my phone, and earbuds, and began listening to music.
@Kimochi: But before Canada could say or do anything, the police officer suddenly shot EOJ with a taser gun.
Canada: "Welp, so much for him."
Then, another police officer came and said something, and soon, Canada, along with WA, BC, and Sweden, were with USA, me, and my mom in a police car that was driving off amid the sounds of screams and gunshots. You could hear the US Army coming in by this point.
-Mexico cuts off the call-
Me: I knew it.
Mexico: Qué rayos...
Me: Yep. You know?
Mexico: ¿Qué?
Me: Let's just sleep, closing ceremony is tomorrow and finally, Vacation! At least for a month...
Mexico: Dormir is the mejor idea ahora.
Me: *I turn off the lights* Good night
Mexico: Buenas noches
Eh i will add more to my post
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Russia jumped when a bullet whizzed by him, getting stuck in the bush he was in. A sharp pain soon followed, and that's when he realized that the bullet had skimmed his skin. The spot where it did so was now burnt. Russia drank more vodka in hopes that the pain would go away, but it didn't. Eventually, the bottle of vodka was empty. Russia peeked out of the bush he was in to see what was going on. By now, almost everyone who had previously been screaming, shooting, and shouting were gone. Russia was surprised by how quickly things dialed down. He was glad the police were gone, as he didn't really like the policemen. He had left the vodka bottle in the bush, and went back out and around to the streets, where he tried to navigate back to Robert's house, failing terribly. It turns out Vodka doesn't help you navigate better.
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Later on, the plane was nearing the line of longitude that Hawaii lays on.
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