So, this is my second "Countryballs get summoned in the Kantai-verse" snippet.
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It's been a few days, since Yokosuka's newest residents arrived over here.
A few shipgirls sat in the canteen, sparse on these types of afternoons.
Technically on duty, but with no sorties to sortie in, or paperwork to fill.
Kongou was sipping tea and enjoying the cloudless day, the presence of friends, and an exceptional cup of Earl Grey. She really
must thank Haruna for the brew, her brewing skills have certainly advanced far since she first got used to having hands.
Sitting across was the loud and proud New Jersey. Who was currently
very distracted, constantly looking from her own cup, to the table after the table next to theirs.
"Something bothering you, Jersey-san?"
The Iowa-class jumped and looked back, as if she'd forgotten that she wasn't alone.
"Oh, um,
yeah, kind of." she said, scratching her head." You know the new arrivals that were just summoned the other day?"
"You mean those cute little nation-balls?"
"Yeeeeaah... Here's something I don't get: Why
balls?" she asked, looking back.
On that table, sat Akizuki, Tashkent, Jervis, Lebe, and Libeccio, each having "ball" of their respective countries on their lap.
"Ital, ital…" Italyball said.
"
Aww, it's so
cute! Like a an oversized talking meatball!" squealed Libeccio.
"Italien, stop zat!" Germanyball admonished. "We are of
respectable European countries, and so we are of speaking in clear,
rational language."
Lebe pinched Germanyball's side.
"Ah!
Frau Leberecht Maass, pinching is not proper behavior for ein proud destrooyer of ze Fatherland!"
Pinch.
"
Gah!"
"Truly, it is a mystery… But then again, we Shipgirls are also quite the enigma, eh?" Kongou was content to conclude, pouring herself a new cup of tea.
*
THUMP*
"Bu-But I still don't understand… Why are they
balls, while we're
girls? What's the
logic, the rea-AARGH, my brain!"
Jersey clutched her head as it rolled around on the tabletop.
"… Jersey-chan, you dropped your teacup."
*Angrily confused battleship noises*
*Sigh*
MEANWHILE, AT THE DESTROYER'S TABLE…
"Umm, 'zuki, you've given Japan most of your lunch..."
Akizuki blinked, and looked down. Japanball was
stuffed with rice and tempura, making it look like a balloon stuffed with flab.
"Ah!"
She stood up, placed Japanball down, then bowed repeatedly to it.
"
Gomennasai! I couldn't make myself stop!"
"Is okay, Akizuki-san." Japanball managed to say. It then made a movement that looks almost like a bow, but all it's extra mass made it so that it could only shift a little to the front, and downwards.
"Forget about Japan, what about
you? You've barely eaten anything. And we're already eating a late lunch. Aren't you starving?" Jervis asked.
Akizuki cheerfully shook her head.
"It's okay! I don't really need
that much food, anyways! I need to reserve what we have for the
homeland, after all." she said, squeezing Japanball like a stuffed toy.
Her stomach then made a deep, rumbling sound. It was the sound that whales made only during their most secret and sacred of magical rites, a song no ordinary humans knew, and only a handful of nonhumans have ever heard.
It was the sound the earth made, when mother Gaia tossed and turned in her sacred Earth-sleep. When the plates moved and the ground shook, and liquid earth came seeping out from below.
It was the sound dread Cthulu made, as it slept deep beneath the impossible city, ready to wake and make all our great works nought.
The other destroyers just looked amongst each other.
Carrying Akizuki, they personally force-fed her one of every item served by the canteen.