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No nvm it is you, my bad XD
"I was going to go outside, but now that you came here, how about simple cup of tea or coffee?"
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Please do not comment on anywhere but here and/or the journals. we want to keep the whole place clean, ja?Niccolo was quietly walking throughout the winter snow. World War 2 was still on but he grew tired. He knew he was going to lose, he knew his brother was going to lose...no matter how much they thought.... there was so much blood shed. He shivered at the thought of seeing his people burning, bleeding and bloody. He shook his head, it was his turn to guard the border. He simply held his rifle. Watching the snow fall as he noticed the german's car. "Ciao" Niccolo spoke as he put his hand out for identification, it was a normal process. "We don't need to give you damn identification" the german squad men spoke disrespectfully as Niccolo simply kept the gate closed. "No identification, no passing so turn around" he growled.
"you!" The squad says until a hand just handed him the thing they need. "Please excuse him. He's a new guy. " the one who owns the hand said. His voice somehow raspy yet warm at the same time. "As for you..." the man looked at his underling, now throwing him some cold glare. "You better behave. Or I will take care of you myself." He said, now cold and uncaring, and it gained a simple 'yes sir!' . Oddly enough, his hair is not like any of the german squads, for it is white like the snow itself.
Niccolo looked through the identification, his dark green eyes tracing as the other was cold, numb now as he simply stared scanning through it soon handing it over yelling a order in Italian to them as the italian mafia were hiding in the trees, in fact...He was in the mafia as the real guy who was the real gate manager was unconscious on the floor in the hut. The guy he had replace the guard simply opened the gate as Niccolo yelled another command "iniziare la missione rivolta! [ start mission rebellion!]"
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