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America Gone - Chapter Twelve

by Vil


Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.

November 28, 2019

Venice, Italy via Video Call

“We will maintain our course of action, Madame Prime Minister,” the French diplomat said. “You have made your case.”

Ellen Birkwood stared at the UN Security Council with cold, harsh eyes. “Why, Monsieur St. Martin? Why do you continue to turn your back on the Americans?”

“It is… er, how do you say…? Ah, we must remain neutral in American affairs,” the ancient man answered. His powder-white hair was receding, and his long nose stuck out, even on Birkwood’s screen. St. Martin wore enormous glasses that seemed to cover the top half of his face. “It is imperative. I am afraid, madame, that France will not support either side.”

Birkwood pinched the bridge of her nose. “Based on reports received from our Mexican and Canadian allies--”

“I have read the reports, and they do not move me one way or another, madame,” the Frenchman interrupted. “And it has done little to move the others in the Security Council, as well.”

Birkwood moved a stray hair out of her face. “Monsieur, I have an agent in America as we speak that has not returned to Canada as instructed.”

On-screen, some of the seemingly dead Security Council representatives stirred. St. Martin was unmoved.

“And? I see no reason as to why he or she matters in this.”

“Well, monsieur, you see… He does matter.” Birkwood looked at the Frenchman directly in the eyes. “Remember my foreign secretary, Mr. Loxley? Your colleague before your promotion to the UN?”

“Beauregard is no field agent,” St. Martin said calmly.

“He is now.”

St. Martin adjusted his giant glasses. “You’re bluffing.”

“You tell me.”

St. Martin let out a hoarse, sarcastic chuckle. “Loxley may be a friend, madame, but I will not risk the security of France to help him.”

Birkwood smirked. “Good day, monsieur. Tonight in your prayers, ask for a heart.”

She ended the call and let her shoulders droop. The Brit was tired, so very tired, of St. Martin’s tactics. Mentioning Loxley was in America had been her final hope of sending UN Peacekeepers to the Americans.

“That went splendidly,” a male voice said from beside her. Out of sight of the cameras, the Opposition Leader had listened in on the meeting. He was a short, fat man, rather resembling some kind of Dwarf, with beady black eyes. His giant, overgrown gray sideburns had grown outwards along his jawline instead of downward.

“You just loved that, didn’t you, Schmidt?”

The fat man happily nodded. “Every moment. And it’s put me in such a good mood that I’ll help you convince Her Majesty to send soldiers into America.”

“Thank you--”

“--but,” he interrupted, “I want to speak to Loxley before you do if he comes back.”

“He will come back.”

“Yes,” Schmidt said darkly. “Be it alive or in a box of pine, he will come back.”


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Sun Sep 06, 2020 11:30 pm
Stringbean wrote a review...



Hey VP!

Time for another review c:

1.
I think you did really well with your imagery and characterization in this chapter.

“It is… er, how do you say…? Ah, we must remain neutral in American affairs,” the ancient man answered. His powder-white hair was receding, and his long nose stuck out, even on Birkwood’s screen. St. Martin wore enormous glasses that seemed to cover the top half of his face. “It is imperative. I am afraid, madame, that France will not support either side.”

Nice description of the man here. I like that it's short and the details given are significant ones that give a bigger picture than just themselves. I especially like too that you went further than just a factual, objective description of him, instead adding that his nose stuck out "even on Birkwood's screen." It adds some color and also shifts the perspective towards her a little.

You've also got more character action bits in here seems like, which is nice. Things like Birkwood pinching the bridge of her nose before her dialogue, brushing a bit of hair away, looking St. Martin in the eye. You've got his chuckle, Schmidt's sadistic enthusiasm, and his physical description is nice too. The touches of imagery support your good characterization and make the characters more alive on the page. Nice job.

2.
Going off that, St. Martin especially is very well characterized, and it comes about very quickly in his first few lines, then builds as his reactions and words show how heartless he is. And I really like Birkwood's line there--
Birkwood smirked. “Good day, monsieur. Tonight in your prayers, ask for a heart.”


3.
Looooxleeeyyyyyy ToT

4.
The building of the plot here is very easy to follow, all flows nice. The implications, both on personal and political levels, are clear.

So overall, I think this is a really great chapter! I'm catching up! XD

- Stringbean




Vil says...


I... I can't believe it.

Stringbean, I am so proud of you! *cries*

You understood the politics! XDD



Stringbean says...


I don't know whether to laugh or smack your wrist again XDD



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Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! The last one for your story.

First Impression: Hmm another scene showing the rest of the world. This one's pretty short again but it does make the plot move forward so that makes it okay. And so far I think Birkwood is definitely a pretty memorable character too. Much easier to keep track of than the rest of the McHale family because at this point I only remember grandpa and I think maybe Emma. And will be interesting to see what the French do.

Anyway let's get right to it,

“We will maintain our course of action, Madame Prime Minister,” the French diplomat said. “You have made your case.”

Ellen Birkwood stared at the UN Security Council with cold, harsh eyes. “Why, Monsieur St. Martin? Why do you continue to turn your back on the Americans?”


Hmm...well someone is not happy with that turn of events.

Birkwood pinched the bridge of her nose. “Based on reports received from our Mexican and Canadian allies--”

“I have read the reports, and they do not move me one way or another, madame,” the Frenchman interrupted. “And it has done little to move the others in the Security Council, as well.”


Well I respect that guy now although I know I will never remember his name.

“Well, monsieur, you see… He does matter.” Birkwood looked at the Frenchman directly in the eyes. “Remember my foreign secretary, Mr. Loxley? Your colleague before your promotion to the UN?”

“Beauregard is no field agent,” St. Martin said calmly.

“He is now.”

St. Martin adjusted his giant glasses. “You’re bluffing.”

“You tell me.”


Well that was a dirty move there. I obviously forgot that this even happened but umm I think you foreshadowed this earlier so this would be a nice payoff for that to see Birkwood in action getting things done one way or another.

“That went splendidly,” a male voice said from beside her. Out of sight of the cameras, the Opposition Leader had listened in on the meeting. He was a short, fat man, rather resembling some kind of Dwarf, with beady black eyes. His giant, overgrown gray sideburns had grown outwards along his jawline instead of downward.

“You just loved that, didn’t you, Schmidt?”

The fat man happily nodded. “Every moment. And it’s put me in such a good mood that I’ll help you convince Her Majesty to send soldiers into America.”


Well interesting character trait to have there.

“He will come back.”

“Yes,” Schmidt said darkly. “Be it alive or in a box of pine, he will come back.”


That last line....*standing ovation* . That's it. I have no other words for that one.

Aaaaand that's it for this one.

Overall: Okay this plot is starting to show me things now. I can see the shape of the first part of it clearly. I'll be able to comment more on that soon. And well that's about all I need to say here. Looking forward for more chapters!!

As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.

Stay Safe
Harry

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Vil says...


I'm glad you like it! Well, I'm always glad when someone likes it, but--

Anyways XD

Roughly 2/3s of the named Europeans are only showing up once or twice thus far. You're good to forget St. Martin's name.



HarryHardy says...


Lol...:D

Ahh cool...*tells brain to move it to temporary storage*




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