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"𝗔 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿..?"

'𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄.'

𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 [𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲] 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝟵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. 

ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴ

𝐓𝐖: 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦

🎃

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒

[𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞]

— "What the fuck.."

Playing as a detective

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚

— "This is not what I was expecting..."

Playing as a pumpkin 

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐚

— "Do I really have to enter this house? With her?"

Playing as a watermelon 

𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚

— "..."

Playing as a herding dog

𝐔𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞

— "It's not safe here. Stay behind me Russia."

Playing as a farmer

𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲

— "Can I go back to the party?"

Playing as a robot 

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

— "This looks fun! (I'm scared)"

Playing as a ghost

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚

— "Perfect place for things to go down."

Playing as a vampiric bat 

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

— "Hey guys..! Let's just.. U-turn back??"

Playing as a marionette 

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦

— "It's just a house. Ghosts aren't real."

Playing as a witch

🎃

[name] was just sipping on some free grape juice when a mysterious mail mysteriously appeared under the dispenser. Last time the country checked, there was no one around him. 

Curious, he reached out to the seemingly harmless mail. Looking around his surroundings once again, he made sure he was the only one. 

'Looks like it's for me..?' he observed the mail, it was decorated weirdly, and there was a weird aura from it, but [name] shrugged it off as a Halloween vibe. Careful with his hands, he opened the mail. 

"A letter..?" Not just any letter, it was a short one. In this extravagant letter, there was a boring short letter to ruin the fun.  

'𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄.'

The letter only contained a large title and the location of the house, which was added at the bottom. [name] thought this was just a prank letter placed by someone messing around. 

Out of habit, he went to find Australia, who was also at the Halloween Party with him.

"Hey Aus, did you get any weird mail?" [name] waved the mail around once he spotted his friend. Australia, chugging down cans of Red Bull was clearly too drunk to reply. Though he was forming words, [name] couldn't decipher what he was saying.

"A mail?" Greece, who was playing board games with others at an arm's length away, heard their conversation. "I heard America and her sister got weird-looking mail too. They— well, America said that they're going to some random house."

Seems like he wasn't the only one who got mail. Welp, at least he ain't alone. 

[name] glanced down at the letter once more, contemplating whether he should go to the location or not. Despite how shady the letter was, he decided to go.

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10 countries, including [name] were in front of the door, waiting. It was awfully awkward standing with random countries he didn't know or barely talked to.

'What the fuck..' was the exact words that came out of [name]'s head when he saw the state of the house. 

"This looks dope, but not really what I was expecting." America whistled, taking the view of the shady house. It perfectly matched the description 'Haunted house' but it looked more run-down instead.

Germany looked rather uncomfortable, already regretting her choice of coming. France also held the same expression as her, looking around him nervously as he fiddled with his prop.

[name] didn't bother to pay attention or listen to the other countries. Instead, his eyes were focused on the locked doors. Something about it was sinister and yet it drew [name] in. 

With one push, the door was wide open without much sweat. [name] was the first to step foot inside the house, and the mood and atmosphere immediately shifted within seconds. How exciting. 

Others followed behind his steps, some walking in cautiously and some walking in nonchalantly. 

"Scared? Pssh– it's just a house, ghosts aren't real." The United Kingdom teased France, who was stuck at the doorstep, refusing to enter. They further taunt him, giving him a face. "Scaredy cat."

[name] ignored the commotion behind him and continued exploring the place. There were blood splatters from time to time; it felt just like a scare room, but a house version instead. 

Something thud somewhere around him, and a shriek from a country sounded out afterward. [name]'s head shot back, seeing a freshly severed head rolling on the wooden floor, staining it as it rolled.

Romania raised his brows, holding the head up by its hair. "This looks fake.. okay, never mind, it's a real human being." The bat ran his fingers through the red liquid and analyzed it.

France was the first to run back to the entrance. However, it was sealed shut despite none of the countries ever touching it after opening. That explained why the lighting got dimmer the further the group explored the house.

"This looks fun! An escape room!" Poland lifted his hood up, grinning. [name] could see through that face, they looked equally scared as France. [name] stared at them blankly, causing Poland's smile to falter slightly. 

"This is NOT fun!" The marionette tugged the door tightly, refusing to take any more steps into the house. "If a human were sacrificed for this, we might suffer the same fate!"

"Oh please, stop overreacting. As if anyone would dare to even harm a country." America blatantly said, crossing her arms confident that the group would live to see another day. "Besides, we're countries. Even if we die, we'll just respawn."

"Respawn? What an odd way of saying it." Canada finally spoke up after being silent in the group. "She's right, though. There'll be consequences if a human ever tries to kill us."

Even so, with the assurance that they won't get killed, there was no escape from the house. The windows are boarded up and the door is locked shut. Chances of escaping are close to impossible.

[name] found it a bit thrilling. A real-life escape room with a twist, perfect to spend a spooky season like this.

"Yeah, but there's no escape from this place. We need to plan how to leave this place." Ukraine opened the other's mind, leaving this house was not simple. 

"Easy, just get the UK to use their witchcraft and burst through the door." [name] face-palmed. An escape is not as easy as brute forcing. 

All the countries turned to the United Kingdom expectantly, making them sweatdropped. The English stood in front of the door, holding their pride in their skills.

They chanted a spell under their breath, aiming their hand at the door.

...

"Did you mess up your spell or something? Why is it not budging?" 

Surprised, the witch tried their spell again. And again, and again. And yet the door didn't move an inch.

Flustered, the UK gave up trying and turned to the team in defeat. Ukraine turned his gaze at the American who suggested the United Kingdom burst the door open. "Well? I told you." 

"Night is approaching soon, I think we gotta find a place to sleep." [name] voiced out his thoughts after noticing the sun setting through the cracks of the boarded-up windows.

"Definitely we should pair up or something! It's not safe to sleep alone!" France, being paranoid butted in first. Totally not because he was afraid to be alone in the dark night. "We can keep a lookout for each other during the night."

Russia, quiet for the entire time, wrote down the pairings and showed them to the rest. 

'America + Canada

Ukraine + Russia 

UK + France

Germany + Poland 

[name] + Romania'

"Can I not be with Germany? I'm scared of her." — Poland

'America + Canada

Ukraine + Russia 

UK + France

 G̶e̶r̶m̶a̶n̶y̶ ̶+̶ ̶P̶o̶l̶a̶n̶d̶

[name] + Poland

[̶n̶a̶m̶e̶]̶ ̶+̶ ̶R̶o̶m̶a̶n̶i̶a̶

Germany + Romania'

"Must I really be with this witch?" — France

"Ugh... Why am I with her?"

— Canada 

"Okay, it's all settled now! Go find a room to sleep in!" [name] rushed the countries from the ground floor. Everyone immediately got with their pairs, some reluctant to do so. 

Poland was relieved that his request was heard despite the others being ignored. He flapped his wings, catching up to [name] who was climbing up the stairs.

The hallway was eerily dark and empty. Poland hid behind [name] as the two traversed the hall. [name] was pushing doors, finding the perfect room to sleep in, unaffected by the scary atmosphere of the home.

Most of the rooms were occupied by occupants that he wouldn't want to rest with. [name] kept searching, going deeper into the house, refusing any room that had any insects in sight.

"C'mon.. I bet the whole house is infested with bugs, it doesn't matter which room." Poland wanted to find a room already, it was most likely the two of them who had yet to find a room out of the 5 pairs. "Let's get the room closest to others."

[name] frowned, recalling a massive cockroach crawling in the previous rooms they had just seen. But nonetheless, he followed Poland.

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The night [name] did not sleep at all, he wished that he had brought a mattress instead of sleeping on the given bed. Who knows, maybe the bed is occupied by insects.

He tossed over, seeing the other country sleeping. Their big wing looked fluffy and clean in [name]'s eyes. What if he just secretly snuggled on it? 

Bed bugs might be itching to bite his ass right now, [name] didn't understand why Poland could be sleeping soundly with bugs hiding under the mattress. 

'Eh, I doubt they'll care if I sleep on his wing, right?'

☀️

A high-pitched scream awoke the two countries. As Poland slowly stirred awake, he wondered why there was weight on his wing. [name] smiled sheepishly when their eyes met. 

There were many questions about why [name] was on their wing, yet he didn't question the other country. Instead, Poland looked in the direction from which the scream came. 

"Sounds like France. Wonder what it's about." The Polish muttered, sitting upright on the bed. "So early in the morning too..."

"Maybe he saw another person dead or something." [name] shrugged. He stretched as he hopped off the bed, ready to investigate the scene.

By the time the two countries reached the room where pair number 3 stayed, everyone had gathered, wondering what the commotion was about. Everyone exchanged worried gazes as they huddled around the door.

[name] had to tiptoe just to peek at what had just happened. Lord, was his guess right, someone was actually dead. The United Kingdom was found dead with an 'X' marking on their chest. 

"How is it possible..?" Germany analyzed the body that seemed to have been lifeless from the start of the night. "Countries can't die... They should've been revived by now.."

Panic arose in the group, now knowing that one of the members had been found dead for hours without any signs of life. The countries that felt calm just the day before were uneasy, they might end up like the UK soon..

Romania carried the lifeless body, puzzling everyone. The bat turned to the crew, feeling their eyes on him, "What? It's only normal to bury someone when they die isn't it? It's a sign of respect."

As they all paid respect to the United Kingdom's body, a noticeable sound of paper slid under the front door, catching everyone's attention.

America, always the first in everything, picked up the note. "Welcome to the game, there is a killer among you... to leave this house, you must figure out who's the killer and eliminate..? Them. What the fuck? Is this real life Among Us?"

She finished reading the note to the rest, and her eyes landed on France suspiciously. "You were last with the witch before they died which makes you sus.." 

"Hold it, before you make any rash votes. France does not look like the type of country to kill, judging by the way he acted a day before." [name] knew where this was going, and decided to back France up. "It's unlikely that he'll kill the United Kingdom since he's a... erm.. Scaredy cat."

"Well, the past between him and the UK was not pretty... He could've killed them because of their rivalry." Romania scratched his chin, recalling the way the two interacted before entering the house. "He may not seem like the type to kill anyone, but it doesn't excuse the fact that he could kill too."

"W-what? Do I look like I have a blade on me currently?" France defended himself, arms up to show his empty hands. "When we came here there were no weapons on us!"

"Oh err.. Russia wrote that she saw some weapons while exploring the house, and she also mentioned that there were a variety of weapons in the house." Ukraine read the note from Russia. Though he too, was unsure whether to suspect France or not. 

"Honestly, I don't think France is the killer.? The UK and France are frenemies, they have a long past together, so why would he kill them?" 

"I still find him a bit suspicious, though! The two were in the same room last night. If the killer isn't France, then why didn't he hear the killing last night?" America slammed her fists on the wooden table near her, making sure to make her point across the table.

The two countries ruled out [name]'s points, he couldn't defend France. He felt confused too, is he fighting for the right side?

Soon, the voting began, and most of the countries voted France out, not surprisingly. 

"The majority has decided, French Republic, you're out." America declared, her fingers aimed at the French like a gun. She made some gun noises for fun.

Out of nowhere, a guillotine blade came hurling down at France, beheading him in front of everyone. 

Silence, the countries in the room were taking time to digest what the fuck just happened. Speaking of digest, [name]'s mouth was getting itchy every passing hour.

Knowing how awfully unmaintained this house was, he knew that there was going to be nothing in store for him to chew on. Even though his body did not require food, he felt the urge to eat.

"...right, let's just get outta here.." Romania was probably the least shaken country to speak up. The bat trailed off to the wooden door, pushing and tugging it. But after all the things he did, the door wouldn't budge open. "I think we just killed the wrong person."

"We didn't even know that voting someone off would kill them!" — America 

"If only you had used your brain, we wouldn't have lost an innocent life." — Canada

"How would we know that he isn't the killer when the signs are pointing at him?" — Germany

[name] zoned out, his mouth was aching for something. The countries argued at the front door while he strolled to the kitchen, praying that there would be something.

He moved away the webs hanging around the cabinets. He pulled the knobs of each cabinet, trying to find anything. Cobwebs upon cobwebs, there were endless amounts of insects crawling around. 

A can in the corner caught his eye, and he grabbed it, not really expecting anything grand from it. 

Maggots. They were big and fat maggots wriggling in the can. Fatties ate everything up. [name] was expecting molds, not some type of fat worms in it.

Quietly, he closed the can up, placing it back on the shelf. He internally vomited at the sight of the creepy crawlies. He peeled one of the spiders from its cobweb and placed it next to the can of maggots. It's basically a free feast for the spider.

Dejected, [name] walked back to the rest hungry and disgusted, after cleaning his hands with a sanitizer he had brought along of course. 

"Where were you? You missed out on some things." Poland noticed the country walking back to the group immediately. They ran to [name], and whispered, "Apparently, we'll be separated into groups of 4 instead, since that's safer for us."

"Who are we with?" 

"Thankfully, we're with Ukraine and Russia. So it's either we go to their room or they come to ours." [name] was ecstatic when he heard Ukraine.

"Both rooms probably suck, I don't care which room we're going to."

Praise the lord! [name] can be with his friend tonight. 

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"No, Russia put that rat down! You don't know if it's carrying diseases!" Poland and [name] both exchanged looks when they saw Ukraine handling Russia like a toddler.

Now [name] knew why Ukraine wasn't able to join the calls he had with Australia at night. 

Russia frowned as she did some hand gestures while still holding onto the rat by its tail. 

"No, put it down Rus, we're not keeping it." Ukraine sighed deeply, rubbing his nose bridge. "I mean— look at that rat! I don't think it's fond of you."

Like a sad child, the Russian solemnly let go of the rat in the corner. Although Ukraine loved her as a sibling, he sometimes wished that she wouldn't act on impulse.

Ukraine heaved another sigh, finally letting down his guard to rest against a wall. Until Russia climbed the wall, plucking a bat off a dark corner.

It felt like whatever Ukraine does to stop her, she'll always find something else to do. [name] tuned out easily to the Ukraine nagging his sister. Napping on Poland's soft feathers like the night before since they didn't mind.

☀️

Another scream like the one in the morning, it shook the room [name] and his group slept in. 

The little tappings of insects' feet woke [name] up like it was a nightmare. He sat up, and the first thing he saw was Russia observing the cracks where the insects slipped under.

Ukraine had eye bags under his eyes, most likely up before the sun rose this morning. He didn't bother to nag at Russia and instead leaned his head against the dusty wall.

[name] rubbed his eyes, slowly getting out of bed to see what was going on. His itchy mouth still lingered, and his urge to fill his stomach had not eased since the day before. He felt hungry. So hungry.

Poland and he pushed open the door where the other group resided. Judging by what happened yesterday, it was probably another killing, but they couldn't be too sure, though.

Lo and behold, their assumptions were right, black liquid flowed through the wooden floor as the sight of a Canadian's body greeted them.

They were missing a chunk of their body and teeth marks were visible. Looks like someone was really hungry last night. 

America was hunched over their body, her body shaking and bangs covering her face. [name] couldn't read the expression on her face, but he could tell that she was either grieving or holding back her anger.

"Canada, Canada... What did they do to you?" She whispered, holding her sister's cold face with her hands. Though she couldn't feel anything, something hit her heart. 

The American tilted her head, touching foreheads with her sister. The smell did not affect her, nor did the pests swarming around them. "I'm sorry."

Poland's hand gripped [name]'s shoulder, and they signaled to him that it's probably best to leave the American alone to grieve. The eagle locked eyes with the bat too, signaling him to get out.

[name] felt bad, he's never seen America in that state before, it's either her confident self or a teasing one. She's always been perfect in everything, never having faltered.

He sat in the living room with the rest quietly. They all were thinking to themselves, neither of them had seen the American like that before.

Germany eyed Romania suspiciously who was on edge. "I think it's Romania. Canada's body was half-eaten by the killer."

"What does that have to do with me?" The Romanian crossed his arms, ears were pinned to the sides of his head. 

"Your ability. It has something to do with consuming blood or Nyxar from a being. Doesn't that sound suspicious at all?" Germany pointed out, her eyes still on the vampiric bat. Her gaze only hardened when Romania shifted awkwardly on the couch.

"Well, I rarely use that ability. Besides! I hate drinking blood or Nyxar, I prefer juice instead." Romania rubbed his long strip of hair out of habit. "You're just blatantly accusing me just because of my ability! Doesn't that make you suspicious too?"

"Well, there were bite marks on Canada's body–"

"Compare those bite marks to my teeth! Do they match?" Romania bared his teeth, growing increasingly agitated with all the accusations thrown at him.

"Well- how about we decide when America comes down?" Poland smiled nervously, they slid between Germany and Romania, much to his displeasure. "I feel like she needs to have a say in this."

So then they waited. Tension was still high, which made [name] uncomfortable. The country quietly snuck back to the kitchen, at this point, he was just wishing for a miracle that food would magically appear. 

Russia, too, was there, for what reasons? He doesn't know. She was looking through the cabinets, probably itching to eat too. 

"Russia, there isn't any food in there, so don't bother checking." [name] warned her so that she wouldn't waste her time looking for and getting a can of maggots. 

The Russian let out a low grumble, ignoring his words, and continued digging through the cabinets. From this point onwards, [name] figured that she was just bored.

He watched as the other stumbled upon the maggots can. He held his breath and clenched his jaws to keep himself from vomiting. He planned to walk out, but he was curious as to what Russia was going to do with it, so he watched from a safe distance.

The country that's dressed up as a Samoyed picked up one maggot by its tail, swayed it around, and shoved it in her pouch. 

'I think I gotta tell Ukraine about this..' 

America seemed to have cooled down, she sat on the couch opposite the crew calmly. Way too calm after losing someone you loved. She felt off to [name]. 

"So, who do you think killed Canada?" Poland was the first to cut the ice. He sat at the same spot uncomfortably, squished between Germany and Romania for a long time.

"Romania." No smile, nothing. She just said it straight up in an unusual way. The countries did not argue with her and voted. Something tells [name] that they were afraid, afraid of this version of America.

Something rumbled beneath the couch the group was sitting on. A pole shot up below Romania, impaling him on sight. [name] winced, looking away. 

This fun little game became a horror movie within a day. Germany should've known not to come, she could be next anytime. The German looked down at her palms. She had to keep a low profile to avoid suspicion from the rest.

Poland side-eyed her, noticing something but kept it to themselves. The group started with 10 countries and now there are 6. A country is definitely going to die tonight. They have to keep themself small and not catch any attention.

"Since there are 6 left, don't you think we should just sleep in the same room? That'll be safer...right?" Ukraine rubbed his chin, he was unsure what to do now. It was ⅕ chances that either he or Russia is going to die tonight, and he doesn't want that to happen.

'I think if we go in groups of 3, we can narrow the killer down faster?' Russia slid a note to her brother to consider.

"Groups of 3? That's more dangerous don't you think?" 

"We want to narrow it down as soon as possible so fewer lives are lost."

"Are you really willing to sacrifice lives for a gamble??" 

"Life is always a gamble, even if we play it safe, countries will still die either way." 

The countries were debating with each other, but not Germany. She was trying to keep herself small and side with both sides.

"Fine, we'll do three three. Just so y'know, if countries die because of this, it's your fault." 

Then the argument came to a close, it was now two groups. Ukraine had to be moved to America and Germany to make it 3. Although Ukraine was upset that he and Russia were separated, he couldn't do much about it and sucked it up.

🌙

The night was peaceful, which was awfully suspicious. No previous nights had been this calm without the feeling of dread that someone would be next.

The moon and the stars still hung in the sky when [name] woke up. His hunger was yet to be satisfied, growing larger with each passing night.

This might be the perfect time to catch the killer in the act. The country tiptoed out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping country beside him.

He scanned the room, feeling that one country was missing—Russia. Panic set in [name]'s mind, and he looked around the room, hoping she was playing hide and seek.

"Poland... Poland!" he called, shaking the other country when his hopes faded. Poland's eyes were half-open, still drowsy as they hummed in response. "Russia! She's— she's gone!"

Poland's eyes shot wide open upon hearing the word "gone." They sprang up from bed, turning to [name]. "Russia... what?"

"She's missing!" [name] whispered, clearly panicking. He paced back and forth in the room, considering all the possibilities of what could have happened to Russia.

Before he could take another step, Poland grabbed his hands. Both of them were lifted off the ground as Poland flapped his wings frantically, bursting through the door.

Poland flew past every room, smashing through doors while [name] hung on for dear life.

With a powerful kick, Poland knocked down the last door, only to find it empty.

"I think she's downstairs," [name] said. Almost immediately, Poland stretched his wings wider and flapped them harder, swooping down the stairs.

A slight glow shimmered in their eyes, but they kept flapping. Every second counted in this situation.

By the time the two reached the kitchen and saw Russia's body, they had lost another life. Her face was uncomfortably pressed against the kitchen counter, making it difficult to tell whether she had been stabbed or poisoned.

[name] finally let his feet touch the ground, allowing Poland to rest. Slowly, the two approached the body. He carefully lifted up Russia's head, trying to see what had happened to her. 

Foam drooled down her chin, she was poisoned. However, there was literally no food in the kitchen, what could she have eaten? [name] scanned the kitchen, looking for any 'food' materials.

There was none. Could she have eaten something bad, and it wasn't a kill at all? What could the killer poison? There are literally no consumable items here.

"Do you think this is staged?" Poland squints his eyes, getting a better look at the body. "Like the killer staged her accidentally eating something bad, and it wasn't a kill at all."

"But there's nothing to eat in the kitchen besides maggots and insects.." [name] placed Russia's head back on the kitchen counter as carefully as he could.

"Do you know where all the dead bodies go? The killer might have force-fed her the bodies or something.." Poland rubbed their chin, "all the bodies disappeared after a few hours or so, we all don't know where they went.. I think we should tell the rest about this."

"Hold your wings Pol. We shouldn't tell Ukraine about this yet." [name]'s hand gripped on Poland's arm, preventing them from moving. "I don't think he's ready for this news."

"Right."

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𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝟷

𝗔/𝗡:

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𝗜𝗳 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻,

𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀. (𝗠𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱)

𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁🤙