Tord's P.O.V    ((Changing it up, bro))

I slammed my fists onto the table coasing both of the generals next to me to jump to the sudden outrage. I breathed heavily in rage as Martin stopped talking about the rebels.

"What is it sir?" Martin asks causing my anger to bowel more, but I try my best to not snap at the general.

"If you wouldn't had let them escape we would have killed them then and there, but noooooo here we are talking about the next attack when you had that stupid Blue army cornered in the first one!" I gritted my teeth as Martin thought about this statement.

"Every time we get so close to killing them they retreat, witch apparently give you the right to not move forward!" I snapped, gripping the table feeling the urge to flip it over.

"Sir, you now we can't-" I cut off the general.

"Don't. Say. No. To. Your. LEADER!" I stormed over to him and wrapped my hands around his neck throwing him to the ground and pointing at the board.

"General Phil the next time we attack you send as many troops as you can at that base, Will your army will not stop moving until I say so, got it" They both nodded their heads as they rushed out of the room. I turn to look at Martin who was glaring up at me.

"Get out of my sights" I growl coasing the general to weakly get up and run out of the room. I take a deep breath and sigh pulling a picture of me and Tom from out of my pocket, a smirk spreading across my face as I stared down at the small brit in the photo.

"Classic stupid Tom" Tord purred to himself as he held the picture in his robotic hand.

"Tord?" I look up to see Pat standing in the doorway looking at me.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"Their troops are ready, sir" I smirk and shove the photo back into my pocket.

(Time skip walks into the war)

I chuckled as I watched the Rebels start the flee, but soon stop when I see Tom staring at me from the other side of the battle field with his arm around one of his wounded soldiers.

"Tom" I whisper before one of my generals tapped my shoulder.

"Do we keep going, sir?" I nod and he yells at his troops to continue moving.

Tom's P.O.V

I rushed back to the base as I heard Tord's soldiers getting closer killing off the rest of my soldiers, tears streaming down my face as I watched them die.

"Tom we have to go!" Edd yelled grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards the exit before I remember something.

"Get everyone to safety I need to grab something! I'll see you on the other side Edd!" I pull out of his grip as he screams for me to came back before giving up and getting the rest to safety.

I raced down to my office, even passing some dead red soldiers on the way. I throw my office doors open and run over to my desk, throwing my papers to the side as I look for the picture.

"Hello, Thomas" I stop at the voice of that Norwegian commie.

"Tord" I snarled whipping around to be meet with the face of that commie bastard.

"I'm sorry Tom but you lost that privilege to call me Tord when you left" Tord teased.

"Yeah and you lost the privilege to call me Tom from when you asked me to help you take over the world you stupid commie" I snapped getting right in his stupid smug face.

"Commie? Is that your sad excuse for a nickname?" Tord laughed, popping a cigarette into his mouth.

"I see you keepet the suit that I gave you?" Tord smirks and I glare at that monster.

"Take him back to the base" Tord ordered, Paul and Pat walking in from behind him and grab both of my arms holding them behind my back.

"I hate you" Tord turned away from my and chuckled.

"I knew you would say that."

((Sorry it was short :3))

- Llama went to go join the Red army