Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom

It's a deal?

I'm sorry this chapter is late!
I couldn't decide on what I was going to write. Ended up writing a chapter, regretting what I wrote, deleting that, and writing the cringe thing you are about to happily read. Sorry again.

Enjoy

No ones POV

"Please, take a seat." The-country that cannot be named said, extending their hand towards the leather chair.
Argentina, yet again, slowly sits down in the leather chair. His back is straight as he sits with elegant posture. The other country walks around the desk sitting down in their chair. They put their hands out and lock them together, laying them down on the desk in front of them, as they slightly lean forward staring at Argentina.
"So, I believe you know what I contacted you for?" The country asks already knowing the answer.
"Yes I do. From what I read you've been successful in your other operations?" Argentina responds.
"Yes I have." The country says proudly.
"Whom have you obtained so far?" Argentina asks raising an eyebrow.
"So far I have obtained: Anguilla, Montserrat, Turks and Caicos, British Virgin Islands, South Georgia and The South Sandwich Islands." The country says with a mix of evil and smug on his face.
"So that is six British oversea territories so far. Out of 18?" Argentina inquires.

He wants to know if he's making the right decision. Britain's been known for his power. Who knows maybe the countries that made him have a lot of power as well, and if this task fails then a lot of countries will get angry at him and the insane country that sits in front of him. Although, the country in front of him has had a lot of experience in fighting, power and colonialism them self. Or at least in their past.

"Yes, and as you know I would like your help with the next one." The country said.
"And I am willing to help you but I'm assuming there will be a catch?" Argentina says putting his hands together and once again raising his eyebrow.
"You guessed it." The country sad with a wide grin. "Well, tell me then."
"You will be given the west and I will take the south, technically dividing the territory equally between us," The country pauses for a slight second as they twitch yet again. "And when I invade the mainland of Great Britain you will assist me in doing so. Any problems?"

Argentina thinks about the deal.
"I request more territory than that." He says rising his chin slightly.
The country growls. They don't want to give more land away but they need the assistance.
"Fine. You can have the west and any islands surrounding the main South Island and other small islands, if you so desire. Happy?" The country asks quite coldly.
Argentina yet again thinks to himself. He smiles at the country in front of him.
"Yes I'm happy."
"Good. It's a deal then?" The country asks extending out his hand.
"As long as I get just as much glory and recognition for taking Great Britain and Northern Ireland as you do." Argentina says sternly.
"I can assure you we will go down in history as the two countries that conquered an unconquerable country." The other country says with a serious tone in their voice.
"Si, it's a deal." Argentina says with a slight grin on his face.
The two countries both shake hands with a smile upon their faces.
"It will be official when you sign this." The other country slides a piece of paper in front of Argentina and hands him an ink pen. The paper already has the signature of the other country on it with an empty space next to it.

Argentina quickly skims through the paper reading the information. He knows to read the paper fully, you never know what you could be agreeing to, and for you technology geeks, basically that means he's fully and carefully reading the privacy terms and policies.

After reading the paper Argentina brings the ink pen to the piece of paper. The ink imprints on the paper as Argentina signs it. The other country watches with a wide and cruel grin on his face. Argentina finishes and looks up at the country.
"When do we start?" He says with a cold smile.
"Soon my friend, soon," the other country says as he takes the paper and puts it away in his desk. He picks up a phone on his desk.
"Hello...Yes it is me you idiot...You better be sorry...Anyway, get the soldiers prepared and ready. We head for The Falklands in two days..." the country slightly slams the phone down on the table.

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Okay, I'm very sorry. This is depressingly short. I'll make sure the other one is long to make up for this train wreck.

If you didn't notice there was a bit of Spanish so...
•"Si,="Yes,

Welp. I have nothing to say on this. I tried and failed twice. Then wrote this and here we are.

Have a nice life!

Word count; 855-I hate how small this number is.