Post by Greece on Feb 23, 2011 12:45:20 GMT -8
He hadn’t had a chance to rest since this whole thing started.
To say Greece was exhausted was an understatement. He had been determined to calm his people in the aftermath of the destruction and now he was trying to hold them together in order to face another threat. It wasn’t that the other nation was all that strong either. He had defeated Italy before; it wasn’t that difficult. Most nations had been given a turn. Still, in his weakened state, he wasn’t sure what to expect. He wasn’t even sure what brother he was dealing with in all honesty. Greece had been too busy trying to keep up morale with his horribly scattered militia. They had held up well so far. He wasn’t about to give in to anyone, least of all the Italians.
He sighed shakily, handing the canteen of water he had on him to the man next to him. He could keep going without it. He wasn’t like the rest of them and therefore as long as they were alive he would continue to survive. Still, the pain from his lost island was still there. His left arm was practically useless, hanging lamely at his side and it hurt. Ignoring the pain, he directed his current band of troops –if they could even be called that—ahead in an effort to cut off any attack he expected incoming. In all honesty, Greece just wanted to talk to Italy and see if they could perhaps…agree to something. The other nation had to be just as tired as he was.
He just wanted to stop fighting, stop for a moment and rest. Things had been…fine before. Sure his economy wasn’t the greatest but his people were content at least. There weren’t too many problems. Every now and then he would have a small dispute with Turkey and maybe even Cyprus but they never lasted long. Greece was kind of wondering how the bastard of a country was. He had yet to see him. Greece had yet to see anyone. The conflict between he and Italy (which was it, South or North?) had him too preoccupied. Hopefully he could get this over wish soon and get to more important things.
