Everyone was silent in the meeting room for quite a while. You could have dropped a pin and everyone would have flattened to the ground, thinking it was gunfire. "It's a plan then." I said stiffly, my eyes wandering to the door. I was the first to stand and leave. I could hear England behind me, as well as Canada and America, China just behind. There was so much to do. So many things one had to accomplish to be ready for the travesty called war.<br/><br/>As soon as I was back in my house, the thick red curtains drawn to keep out peering eyes, I collapsed. I left myself be fully afraid for about two minutes before I realized I was already on the floor bawling. Fear is a strange thing. It can hold you together until you feel safe, and then drop you and terrorize you until you can no longer desire anything but escape from the madness.<br/><br/>I breathed in deeply, feeling the cool air refresh my body. I slumped on my couch and grabbed a glass of red wine, the dedicate crystal glass filled with crimson liquid feeling comfortable in my hand. I thought of how badly I wanted to crush Germany, if I had the force. I would relish the moment when I could attack after Felka was taken. After Poland was captured. What a price to pay.<br/><br/>I moved towards my bedroom, waling along the soft carpet in my bare feet. Down the hall, step left past the creaky board. Last door on the right. My bedroom was lined with bookshelves, large velvet curtains and a four poster bed. The silk sheets were ruffled, just as they were when I left this morning. Canada had knocked, dragged me out of bed and told me to get ready for the meeting. I must have been running on auto pilot because my towel was lying on the floor of my bathroom with my nightgown. I sighed and began picking up my things, thinking of how I had so easily throw aside this task earlier. A bottle of perfume sitting on the side of the sink, a tube of rouge lying open next to it. All normal things. Things I would miss if I lost them. Little things. The big things...I would miss more. I would miss Felka, her unpredictable attitude and her hot temper. A shrill sound cut through my thoughts before I could dwell on them.<br/><br/>The phone rang. I could hear the old fashioned ring from the hall. I was silent as l'Angleterre (England) answered. "Hello? Franciene?" he asked. "Yes." I replied, sounding slightly annoyed. What did the englishman have to say now? He could have said it at the meeting. I felt foolish for being cross, but cross was better that scared stiff. "I have a proposition for you."