Q&A session!
Note: if you soldiers wish to just read the chapter, scroll down until you see the beginning ^^

YeaIgnoreMe: Now what happens when they wake?

Me: You have to read the chapter to find out XD

Dark_Sickle: Will Tord get overprotective of Tom at some point?

Me: Yes he will and it will be entertaining ^^

Lunaxywolf: How old are the characters and what's their height?

Me: Tord, Edd, and Matt are older than Tom by one year. All of them are in their early 30s. As for their height, from tallest to shortest, it would be Matt, Tord, Edd, and Tom.

Finally, Happy New Year Soldiers! I'm gonna start off the with giving you this present. Let's get 2018 started!

+Norway: Red Army Base- Next Morning+

Tom woke up the next morning to find himself laying on the couch in the Blue Quarter's lobby. "Ugh... what the fuck?" He groans as he brings a hand up to rub the back of his head. "Did I get drunk last night?"

"Blue, your finally awake."

The Leader turns his head slowly to find Grace walking over to him with a tray holding a glass of water and two pills. "Grace what happened last night?"

"For one, some of the soldiers slipped some alcohol into the punch. Second, you apparently had a lot, got you very drunk love." Grace sets the tray down on the coffee table. She grabs the glass and advil to hand over to Tom.

Tom groans again as he accepts the water and pills. "I can't believe you guys caught me drunk..." He throws the pills in his mouth and drank the water to push them down.

Grace didn't say anything about the little spy mission with Reggie and Jade when they caught him drunk before in his office.

"So what happened? I don't remember anything from last night."

The medical head laughs lightly, "It was eventful, besides you being drunk, Red also became drunk from however many cups he had."

Tom looks at her surprised. "That commie got drunk too. Man, I wish I was conscious to see how dumb drunk he was." He can't help but laugh, the last time he recalls Tord being drunk was when they had a fight. They settled it off with a drink off in the house. Edd was the referee and Matt was in charge of filling their shots to see who could hold out longer.

He had ended up losing even though he was the alcoholic out of the four of them. Although, he was still just a little conscious enough to see Tord drunk on his ass. After their battle, Tord could hardly think straight to make it out of the kitchen.

"So where is he now?" Tom asks as he hands the empty glass back to Grace.

"His other soldier, Patryk was his name, ordered some of their soldiers to take him to his quarters. I believe he's still asleep and some of the medics are monitoring his health."

"Why?"

Grace shrugs her shoulders, "Apparently he was really drunk last night, judging by how he was acting very out of place. He knocked out 19 soldiers while we were trying to get him to stop."

Tom rolls his eyes, so that would mean to him, that Tord is a strong type of drunk when he's really full of it. "I guess I'll have to move his schedule a day back or find a way around it today."

Grace stands back up with the tray in her hands. "You can rest more if you want, Zack got you covered for a while." She sets the tray down on the metal tray cart. "Then I'll leave you be Blue. I've got to get back to the medical ward to help the Red team with the wounded soldiers."

"Alright, good luck with them."

The head blue doctor takes off back to her department, leaving Tom on the couch. Tom gets off the couch slowly to stand up.

"I need to clean up." He says looking down at himself. His outfit looks all messy like it had been half done to be taken off.

So he heads out to his room to get showered and changed.

+Meanwhile: With Tord+

"He's waking up."

"Give him some space."

Tord groans at the noise he hears when he's waking up. Damn his head was pounding like hell. He groans as he sits up on his bed, blinking his good eye a couple of times.

"Red Leader?"

Tord looks at the person who called his title. Patryk is there looking at him with concern. "Patryk, what the heck happened last night?"

The soldier sighs and signals for the other soldiers to leave the room quietly. When they are gone, he went up to his son with a glass of water and two pills of advil. "Well Tord, you got drunk last night." He tells him bluntly.

"I don't remember any alcoholic drink set out for the party." Tord places the meds in his mouth and drinks the water to wash them down.

"Some of the soldiers spiked the punch." The brunet explains to him as he takes the glass back once Tord is finished downing the liquid. "You had one too many cups of the spiked punch that you knocked out 19 soldiers while you were drunk." He avoided telling his son about the dance with Tom and the make-out session they practically had in front of all the soldiers. The soldier assumes his son will figure it out sooner or later on his own.

Tord licks his lips, still tasting the lingering flavor of the punch. A sweet tangy flavor of cherry and some lemon he supposed. "Have the soldiers do push-ups in groups as punishment. About 30 or 40 sounds good."

Patrick pulls out his phone and texts Paul who's in the training room at the moment about the order.

Tord tried to remember last night, but they all come out fuzzy or blurry. He shakes his head as he pushes the rethinking aside. "What about Tom?" If he remembers correctly, he thought he saw Tom going over to the punch bowl as well before he blacked out.

"He got too much of the punch in his system as well. Got drunk, but he was much easier to handle than you."

That put Tord into more thinking. Tom is usually more attentive when he's drunk. He can shoot a gun with better aim than when he's not drunk. "He must have had a lot of punch then..."

Patryk rolls his eyes, "Now that you are awake," He picks up a folder to hand over to Tord. "You have a meeting with your Generals in 10 minutes."

"I assume Tom's still sleeping, so who's taking notes for me during the meeting?" Tord takes the folder and looks through the files.

"One of Tom's soldiers, by the name of Zack. You've met him before." Tord nods, watching his dad get out of his seat to head out. "Then I'll leave you be to prepare."

"Alright, see you around Dad."

"Same to you Son."

+With Tom+

Once Tom got freshened up, he headed to the dining hall to get some late breakfast from Sadie's group. It seems like they were already expecting him by the time he got there.

"Finally awake Blue?" Sadie heartily laughs as she pats her leader on the back with some force.

Tom sighs, "I didn't expect some of the soldiers to spike the punch. Who did the act anyway?" He was really gonna give those soldiers a good stern lecturing too.

"We caught two, they said there were about two more soldiers from the red side that did it to the rest of the punch bowls." Sadie goes over to the table to reveal his late breakfast which was just some toast with butter, bacon, and two sunny side up eggs.

"The Commie's soldiers were in on it? Wow..." Tord goes to the table too and picks up his glass of orange. "And I'm guessing the two our group caught were two of our own soldiers." He drinks his juice as Sadie nods with an awkward smile.

"Blue!"

"We heard you were awake from Miss Grace!"

The twins ran into the kitchen with wide grins on their face going over to their leader. They both hug him from the opposite side.

"Hey you two." Tom messes with their hair after setting his glass back down. "What brings you to the kitchen of Madame Sadie?" He jokes with a grin. Sadie rolls her eyes as she goes to start preparing lunch with her team.

Olivia giggles, "We wanted to show you the videos we took of the party last night."

"The adults said you had to be put on bed rest since you got drunk from the punch." Oliver pulls out a laptop from his messenger bag. He borrowed Clay's laptop from the tech department to show the videos they took on a better screen.

The three of them take a seat at the table, the twins prepared the video set up while Tom continued to eat his breakfast. Once they are done setting the videos up, Oliver moves to sit to Tom's left so he is sitting between the twins. Olivia moves the laptop to sit in front of Tom on the table.

"Last night was so funny Blue."

"You must have been really drunk to do what you did."

Tom looks back and forth between the two then looks at the screen to find out what happened last night. The male twin hits play.

The dancing of himself and Tord put him to widen his digital eyes. "That's surprising. I really must be drunk if agreed to dance with him of all people."

"It gets better Blue, keep watching," Olivia giggles again as she points to the screen.

After the dancing stops, Tom watches as Tord moves his drunken self to pull him close. The both of them speaking in low tones, but thankful enough the mic caught what they said.

"Hehe, you look lovely tonight Blue Leader."

"Not bad yourself Red Leader." Tom purrs out.

Tord brings Tom back up, pressing the shorter man's body against his well built one. His right hand comes up gently to place two fingers under Tom's chin to tilt his head up a bit.

"What do you think you doing Commie?" Tom asks playfully.

Tord smirks,"Giving you a reward for taking care of my base and soldiers. You deserve it."

The Blue Leader licks his lip seductively. "What is it?" He asks in an innocent tone.

Tom is not prepared for the next part.

"HOLY F-"

The twins cover Tom's mouth knowing he was about to swear big time. Their leader could only stare at the whole scene that continues to progress from there.

'We fucking had a make or session in front of everyone!' Tom thinks and squints his eyes at one part. "Jehovah we even had a french kissed...," he breathes out once his two soldiers let his mouth free. The brunet wanted to just curl up in a hole and die of embarrassment.

"After that, his soldiers were ordering you guys to be put to a stop. Soldiers got knocked out in the process, look here," She points on the screen again where Tord knocked Paul out after ordering to stop them after getting pass the crowd of soldiers. Then he saw himself get knocked out by Reggie and given to Zack to be taken care of for the time being.

Tord, on the other hand, was tearing through soldiers in his drunken state to get to him.

"Now isn't that a sight." Tomi purrs, hearing the call of Tom's full name from Tord on screen.

Tom ignores him, more focused on his brain not running properly. His VR set going into a fuzzy static state since he couldn't process focusing on what he's supposed to be looking at.

"Oliver, I think we broke Blue."

"I think so Olivia."

+With Tord+

Tord had himself properly clean up before going to the meeting with his Generals. Now they are in the middle of the meeting about the base process. Tord brought up the topic so he could get a sense of what changes were made around the place while he was away.

Zack stood next to Tord's seat taking notes like the last time. He had been casually doing his temporary job until Tom comes back.

"Zack," The soldiers look at Tord.

"Yeah Red?"

"Is there is any news of Tom waking up yet?" Tord's simple question had everyone in the room tense in just the slightest way. It was an unspoken agreement among the soldiers not to inform him about the events of what happened last night.

Zack shakes his head as he gives a casual lie. "No update as of yet." Truth be told he actually received word earlier that Tom had woken up before Tord. He just didn't want his leader dealing with this man at the moment.

Tord hums as he shuffles through his papers. The door to the meeting room opens, Tom stepping into the room. A red X in the middle of his screen.

"Thomas your finally awake." Tord being normal with Tom, although he was curious with the red X displayed on the VR screen.

Tom stalks over to him quietly, Zack taking a few steps away from Tord when he notices the threatening aura around his leader.

'Don't tell me someone told Blue...' Zack groans mentally.

All Tom did was give Tord a good sucker punch to the face. The Red Leader falling backward in his chair.

The Red Generals in the room gasp or had their jaws dropped.

"Red Leader!" One of the soldiers exclaims in concern.

"Oh, that's got to hurt like a-"

Zack looks at the soldier, quickly cutting him off, "I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you." The General clamps his mouth shut. The Blue soldier knew of his own leader's habits so it's better to listen to their advice.

Tom dusts his hands off with a huff. Tord quickly bouncing back on his feet with an angry expression.

"Tom what the fuck?!"

"What the fuck with you and your drunken ass?! I can't believe you! Can you seriously not hold your alcoholic self back from being the pervert you actually are!"

"What the in hell's name are you talking about?!"

The Generals continue to watch the two Leader bicker back and forth with no end so far. They were right to assume someone told Tom what happened last night.

Zack took the radio from his belt, a disappointed look as he spoke into the radio. "Alright, who told Tom what happened last night?"

No one answered until the twins picked up the question. "We didn't tell him," Olivia said.

"We showed him." Oliver corrected with a grin.

Zack pinches the bridge of his nose, "You two are in so much trouble. I'm telling Neva about this." The teens on the other end whine, but Zack was hearing none of it. "Off with it you two. You'll be hearing a lecture from Reggie later." Out of the two, Reggie was more of the authoritative big brother figure in their group. Because one, he's older than him and two, he's more intimidating when he wants to be. That kind face can turn badly on someone if they take one wrong step.

Back with Tom and Tord, the Blue Leader was looking very flustered with red cheeks when the Red one asked him his reason why.

"Thomas you have to explain why you punched me. You said it's because of something that happened last night?"

Tom couldn't even hold a straight glare to Tord's eye since he is feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed. "..."

"Why so quiet now?" Tord crosses one arm around his waist. His other hand moving towards Tom's head to tilt it up so he could have a better look at those digital eyes.

Tom gets a small flash of last night's scene with Tord doing the same thing. He pushes Tord back by the chest, applying some of Tomi's strength to send him flying to the wall.

"Don't come close to me Commie! I will have Tomi set on playing with you as his next chew toy." He says, trying to sound threatening, but failing miserably.

"I'd love to have Tordy play with us any day~" Tomi comments aloud through Tom's mouth. Tom slaps his right hand over his mouth. "Tomi!" Tom scolds.

Tord stands back up with the help of Zack. "Can someone just tell me what happened last night so I can understand why Thomas is so angry with me?!"

"We're on it Red!" The twins on the radio exclaim.

The Tv on the wall behind Tord's seat turns on with the beginning of the video playing. Tord watches him lead a dance with Tom around the dance floor.

"You're mad at me because we danced drunk."

"That's not the problem asshole."

They continue watching the video, Tom listening to the recording of the voice again with shivers. Tord actually going wide eye knowing exactly where this is leading up to.

"Dritt-"

The moment they all have been waiting for, the kiss shared between the two leaders.

Tom's cheeks turn a shade redder seeing the kiss they shared again on screen. Tord cheeks heat up as well as he slowly looks over to his old friend unsure of what to say.

Zack claps his hands to get everyone's attention. "I think this is where the meeting stops for today." The Generals agree quickly feeling sorry for their leader as he has to face this problem alone. "Please leave your reports on your desk. They'll be collected by Blue after everyone leaves."

Tord and Tom silently agree as they nod their head to let them proceed. The Red soldiers left the room quickly to let their leaders sort out their problem. Zack being the last to leave after speaking quietly with Tom for a moment.

"Call us if you need anything Blue."

"Thank you, Zack." Tom waves his trusted soldier goodbye.

Zack glances over at a Tord to show some support with a small nod of the head. He turns his back to them and leaves the meeting room closeting the door behind him. There is only silence between them now.

Tom moves to the large round table to pick up the reports one at a time.

"Thomas."

"Tord... it's just us okay. So drop the formalities." Tom says softly. The tone puts Tord to take a deep breath and let it out with his shoulders relaxing.

"Tom," Tord tried again in a more familiar tone. "That kiss-"

"It was just a stupid accident alright." Tom cuts in as he picks another report. "We were drunk on spiked punch."

The Red Leader presses his lips together into a thin line. He doesn't want to have Tom feeling bad about their mistake though. It wasn't like it was their first kiss or anything. Unless...

"Did you ever have your first kiss yet?"

Tom looks up from the small stack of papers in his hands. Mouth slightly agape as the color red takes adoring his cheeks again. "W-What-"

Tord looks at Tom with surprise. 'Faen- That was his first kiss wasn't it?!' He thinks astonish. However, knowing he got Tom's first kiss gave him some kind of flipping sensation in his gut, like somersaults. Not the bad kind, but good ones.

The brunet places the papers down and avoids his counter color's gaze. "You know what, I'm going to just leave." Tom turns his heels around to march over to the door while keeping his head down. He can't handle talking about this right now.

"Tom wait-"

Tom stops, his hand resting on the doorknob, and looks back at the man in red serious. "Look Tord, I need space from all this right now.

Tord stops mid-step from reaching out to Tom. His slowly lets his arm fall back to his side. "Tom..."

"Please."

His hand clenches next to his side tightly. "Fine, do what you will. I don't give a damn anymore." His emotions were getting the best of him again. They were bubbling again like those other times since Tom's been here.

Tom narrows his eyes at Tord. "What?" He lets go of the knob to fully turn around to give his full attention to the other.

"Its always you Tom! You always have to make things complicated!"

Tom places his left on his chest, "I make things complicated?! Don't you put that blame on me!" He goes up to Tord and jabs his fingers at him. "You're always the one making things complicated!"

"Tom, wait- calm down-" Tomi tries to soothe his friend from inside their mindset, but Tom wasn't listing to him at all. He could sense Tom's boiling emotions rising up.

"It's always your fault Tom, because of you I'm always having to correct everything!"

"What do you mean? I'm the one always having to correct them you bloody idiot!"

At this point, the both of them were having a shouting match against one another. Passing soldiers could hear everything behind those closed double doors. They felt so anxious and afraid of how this fight would turn out. They didn't even dare to listen in on the argument, making quick pace steps passed the closed doors of the meeting room.

"You make things so complicated for this army and my life! From the very beginning, you have always been the thorn in my side!"

"Says you, I always had my whole life hard because of you!" Tom looked like he was on the verge of tears. "Don't you dare say you had life harder than me. You don't know what I've been through Tord!"

"I dare Tom! I was an orphan before you, my life sucked until my adopted parents came into my life. Edd and Matt were my world before you came into the picture, being oh so innocent you were that Edd just had to invite you into the group!"

"Try being sent to that rehabilitation center by one of your own friends! I hated it there and Edd thought he could help me, but no! Those fuckers they called therapists were insane!" Tom got closer to Tord, "They didn't think something was wrong with your gun addiction, but did they send you to a rehabilitation center? No!"

Tord pushes Tom back, "You were the worst person to be drunk, you always broke stuff! You had issues where you drank your sorry ass off!" The man shakes his head, "If only you didn't stop my robot that day this wouldn't be happening right now!"

"Oh, but what about you? If I didn't come into the picture, no one would have helped them after that godforsaken incident!!! You and your stupid robot broke every single bond of friendship you had with them!" Tom pushes Tord back, pulling all the strings in their fight. Tord pulling so much more that it hurt Tom so much. "They were your friends who were so kind and trusted you to the fullest! Edd has nightmares about you, Matt lost his self confidence because of you."

"It wouldn't have happened if you didn't appear!"

"So you're saying it's my fault? Because I'm alive and breathing. That I exist?"

"Yes! I could have done so much without you!" Tord yells as he walks Tom back up towards the door.

Tom's back hits the door with an audible clank. "Tord-"

"I wish you were never born!"

A deadly silence fell upon them.

Tord's words ringing in both of their minds. "Hold on, Tom I-"

The Blue Leader opens the door behind him quickly and rushes out into the hallway.

"Tom wait! I didn't mean it!"

Tom ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Away, far away from Tord as he could possibly get. If Tord didn't want his presence in the first place, why bring him to the Red Army to work for him?

"Blue-"

The Leader ran into someone's arms. He is panting heavily, so out of breath. The brunet looks up at Ace's concerned look. Tom pushes himself out of Ace's hold to keep running.

"Blue!"

He doesn't stop even if he is tried and out of breath. Tom just wants to go as far away from the man in the red hoodie.

The cool, crisp air hits him when he makes it outside of the base. If he remembers the mapping of the barrier surrounding the base, Tom should at least be able to go to the edge and sit hidden for while.

The run there was quick. Tom couldn't even hear the sound of his title or name being called out anymore now that he was far from the building.

He felt lightheaded and tired. His body aches, too weak to move after all that running.

'So tired...' Tom could even see black dots swarming up his vision. 'A little nap won't hurt, right?'

Tom slumps back against a tree trunk as he finally passed out from fatigue.

A rustle comes from a bush close by, two heads peeking out with similar grins.

"Would you look at that dear sister, two days into the mission and our target comes walking up to us."

"Very lucky aren't we dear brother," the twin says happily as she and her brother come out of the bushes.

"Our Leader will be so pleased when we bring him back to base."