"Third is coming." UK stiffened. "I can't believe it...I thought he would have more sense than that..." "Yeah," China piped in. "Like, trying to invade the frozen Russian wastelands in the middle of winter. No offense," he added quickly to Soviet. Soviet sighed. "I know; it makes no sense!" "Who knows what Third's thinking," America muttered. "All I know is that his greed is going to get him killed one day." "Good!" Soviet snapped. "But I'd rather kill him myself!" "Calm down," America sighed. Soviet shot him a frustrated look, scowling. "Don't tell me what to do," he spat. "Why?" America snapped. "/I/ have a plan, and--" "Oh, so you think you're /so smart/--" UK clutched his head and ran out of the base. He could hear footsteps and China yelling, "UK!", but he didn't care. He kept running, running... He was running straight for a cliff. UK frantically tried to stop, but it was too late. He looked up as he fell and saw the blue, blue sky. Blue as the oceans. Blue as azures. Blue as--
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