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Continued from "I was just wondering..." The boy said leaning forward. (Name) grabbed the spoon next to him and bashed it on his head. This part, Hilda did not see. __________________________________________________________________________ "Da Hilda?" The King asked looking up from his paperwork. "Your Majesty...I think there is something you should know" "What is is Hilda" King Ivan sighted. For some reason, Hilda had been annoying him more than usual for the past few days. "Sir it's about...(Name)" Hilda said uncomfortably. The King looked up sharply at that. "What about her?" he asked "She's been seen by this person...with a soldier.

“Bend over, Amerika,” the tall Russian smiled. However, Alfred knew that Ivan’s facial expressions could not be trusted. The guy was a nutjob, and in Alfred’s imagination, he probably smiled when he ate kittens or whatever it was that he did in that massive, gloomy house of his. The man was, according to global opinion, a psycho. “Why should I, Commie?” The American flushed, cursing himself for using such an outdated insult (as he usually did when embarrassed which, he was proud to admit, did not happen often). Still, it wasn’t entirely his fault. The current situation was rather...compromising. &ld