Stalin awoke from his nap. It had been a great one and had, as usual, provided insight into his next step towards world domination: "We're moving to Luxembourg!"
RAagu: "You had a dream again didn't you?"
Stalin: "Maybe, but that doesn't mean we're not going to Italy. But first: a disguise!"
RAagu rolled his eyes
Luxembourg: Feb 1938
Stalin stood on a street corner and looked around: "Where is everyone?"
RAagu: "Our spies report that all of them have move to France."
Stalin: "Hmm, thats odd, its such a nice country."
RAagu: "Uh sir, you're standing in france."
Stalin: "Huh? Oh, sorry." And walked to the other side of the street.
RAagu: "No, now you've passed through Luxembourg and into Germany."
Stalin: "What a confusing country. And why are somethings spelled Luxemburg and others Luxembourg here? Hey you! Sir! Could you answer some questions for us?"
Pierre looked up from the cafe table he had been sitting at: "People? I have more manpwer?! Do you guys want to be in my army?"
RAagu: "No, thats quite alright"
Pierre looked very dissapointed: "Are you sure? Its really quite grand. We get together and play tag and go fishing. You could be the 1st Division..." he said pointing excitedly to Stalin "and you could be the Royal Luxemburg Division!" pointing to RAagu.
RAagu: "Really, thats ok."
Stalin: "Wait! Why don't I get to be the Royal division?"
RAagu: "You don't believe in Royalty sir."
Stalin: "So?" And Stalin proceeded to argue with Pierre about who got to be what division.
Aide: "He does this alot. Its his version of a draft."
RAagu looked over to where Pierre's aide was standing: "I'm not surpised. They seem to be quite alike."
The Aide looked at the two arguing counrty leaders. "Does yours like to take baths?"
RAagu: "No, just naps alot."
Aide: "I suppose we should separate them before something bad happens."
RAagu: "I suppose."
Aide: "Oh, by the way, I think we have someone that belongs to you. He goes by the name of Exterous and he had a folder with him that would go with your game better than ours."
RAagu: "Exterous? Hmmm, never herd of him. What kind of screwy name is that anyway?"
Aide: "I think its Portugese. Anyway, hes over there at that table."
RAagu: "The one weaving baskets?"
Aide: "Thats the one."
RAagu gathered his group together, having to forcefully pull Stalin out of the street where he and Pierre were still arguing.
Pierre shouted after them: "Wait! No! You can both be royal divisions! I need manpower! If you leave i won't have ANY divisions."
Aide: "Don't worry sir, we haven't seen the last of them."
As RAagu, Stalin and Exterous were walking back to Moscow RAagu turned to Exterous: "So, I hear your name is Exterous and that you have something for us?"
Exterous: "No, my name is Satcho."
RAagu stopped dead in his tracks: "Satcho?"
Satcho: "Yeah, all i know is that i was minding my own business in underwater firesafety class and they just grabbed me and made me start weaving baskets."
RAagu was startled: "Underwater firesafety class??" That was where Luxembourg's worst criminals did time. "What did you do to get thrown in there."
Satch: "They got mad at me for not posting enough updates on my AAR."
That made sense to RAagu, for he had read the posts and not much had been happening lately. But still...who was this mysterious Exterous and what did Luxembourg have to gain by keeping him. RAagu's eyes narrowed. You may have won this time Aide, but we will have our revenge.
Stalin: "Finally I get to take this disguise off. Its such a pain to wear." He took off his fake mustache and smoothed out his real one that had been underneath. "There, much better." And he started skipping home.
RAagu just sighed and wondered, as he walked off after stalin, if he too should move to france.
Satcho followed uncertainly behind. "Guys? Hey, guys? What about me?"
(Hope you don't mind that i used some of your characters and your name Satcho. If you do, let me know and i'll take them out. If not, enjoy!)