Family Ties [Part 87]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): France, America, Wales, Canada, Belarus, Prussia
Rating: 15
Warnings: A bit too much gore-y detail, brain scrambling levels of headcanon, but then this is future-history, so it's all headcanon really. orz;;;
Summary: Uh, I need to be banned from the kink meme or monsters like this happen? Essentially, Scotland leaves the UK, which gives Northern Ireland an excuse to up and out as well, which leaves England and Wales all alone. Oh yeah, and this somehow leads to World War Three.
France was getting a splitting headache. He rubbed at his temples and prayed that it was just because of the unholy noise level in the hospital, rather than because of some kind of radiation run off spreading down from the Irish sea. He didn't need radiation poisoning on top of this complete madness. The British Isles had been rushed off to the ER, but France knew there would be little they could do for them. He knew his boss was offering safe passage to them, letting refugees across the channel, but the damage wouldn't be undone so easily.
If what was very quickly happening to Scotland's leg was any indication of what was going to happen to the others, boiling water was the least of their problems.
Blackened lumps rose and grew with alarming speed, cancerous tumors rampant. Without skin to cover them it was easy to access them, cut them out before they spread, but it was a horrific sight to see, and more than once the blonde had watched a nurse leave the room with their hand over their mouth, dashing to the nearest toilet.
He wanted to go in, to keep a watch, but he also needed his phone on, in case he needed to be contacted. Quebec had blurted something about having to do something and hung up, but god knew he would call again. Poor boy, born into this kind of war.
Right on cue and as expected, France's phone lit up with Quebec's name. Tapping the button after two rings, he held it to his ear. "Salut-"
"You! France! Froggy NWO bastard!" shouted a voice that was definitely not Quebec, and France didn't need to guess twice at who had snatched the phone.
"Alfred, you seem well." Francis said guardedly. If everything Quebec said was true, then he had to be careful. America was a ticking time bomb, in many senses of the word, and he wasn't about to cut the wrong wire.
"Shut up! What's happened to Iggy? Is he alive? He's gotta be still alive, come on, talk!" America shouted. France held the phone a foot away from his ear and still heard him with perfect clarity.
"Angleterre is not dead, no. Injured, but not dead. It would do you well to calm down a little."
"Don't try to order me around, you socialist sucking asshole." the superpower ordered. Ah, he'd clearly been taking insult lessons from England. "Put England on the line and I'll try to remember not to beat the shit out of you next time I see you."
Clearly he was not up to date on where France's alliances lay at the current point. "I can't, he's in the operating room, phones might mess with the electronics." He leaned his head back against the wall of the hospital corridor, throbbing headache only increasing with the added stress. "I could always update you on his condition if you ask nicely."
"You know what, fuck you, I have a Russian to beat up and I'm not wasting my time on you and your stupid Euro-bull. Iggy's safe, and he's in a hospital, and he'll be fine, or else." America ranted, ending in a growl. "You better make sure of that."
"I'll do my best." France said sarcastically. "Now if you would give Quebec his phone back I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"Whatever." was the last response, before the bleep of the call ending sounded in France's ear. He let out a rush of air he didn't know he'd been holding in, hands shaking a little. America was certainly acting different from the usual happy-go-lucky teen the world was used to. It was discomforting, concerning.
He worried silently for Quebec, and prayed he wouldn't have to lose another son to this war.
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"So, um." Wales said into the silence, making the small boy across from him look up from his game of tic tac toe with a curious expression. "What are your names?"
The boy looked over at the girl, who frowned. She was good at that, her small features frozen in a permanent expression of displeasure. "I don't know." she said. "Neither of us do. Gilbert says it's because we touched the doors, but I don't remember that."
"You don't remember anything." the boy added, a slightly proud smile quirking the edge of his mouth. "I remember bits and pieces. I didn't touch a door, I just fell on one."
"Stupid." the girl quipped, frozen expression finally shifting slightly into a smirk. The boy pouted.
"Am not. It was just an accident. You nearly walked through a door, but Gilbert grabbed you." he pointed out, making the girl sulk and look away.
"So what do you remember?" Wales pressed. This would be the proof, what this boy remembered. He didn't want to get his hopes up.
The boy's eyebrows pulled together in concentration. "Umm... snow." he decided. "A lot of snow. And ships, there was something important on the ships, people I wanted to see. Um," he paused again, wracking his brains. "Something soft and warm, I think it was an animal. Oh!" he suddenly pointed at Wales. "And a man with a face like yours! Only not really, he didn't have freckles, and he was bigger, but his eyes were green and his eyebrows were..." he mimed two massive eyebrows, inches thick, over his own. The girl giggled at him. "And a man who looked like me, but older and he had a beard and he called me words like chou et mon cheri et mon petit et..." and his language turned to French as he unknowingly babbled on, but Wales had heard enough anyway.
It really was Canada.
Canada, as he hadn't looked for nearly 300 years, carrying on in stumbling French.
Wales nearly hugged him.
"I do so remember!" suddenly shouted the girl, stamping her foot. "I remember a man! And I loved him! And his name was brother and I found him already, because Gilbert's our brother! I remember him, so there!"
Belarus stomped her way to the other side of the room, where she grabbed a blanket and sat down on a beanbag with it and went back to sulking.
"She'll be over there for a while." Canada whispered, smiling fondly and shrugging. "She gets all upset when you mention her brother."
Wales was going to say that he hadn't mentioned a word about Russia, when Prussia burst through the door.
"Heeeey so who's awesome?" he cried, a massive grin on his face and he hung by one hand off the door frame.
"You are, Gilbert." Canada replied with a roll of the eyes, like this was a rehearsed routine. Wales wouldn't put it past him to make kids affirm his awesome every time he walked into a room.
"Sehr gut! You are 100% correct, mein Freund!" He ruffled the little blonde's hair, and turned his attention to Wales. "Okay, so I have some good news and some awesome news. The good news is that I talked to the big guy and got North a deal. Ain't that great for you. The awesome news is that I have myself a new partner!"
Wales stared, understanding dawning too quickly for his mouth to catch up with. "Woah, wait, what?" he held up his hand for a moment, a universal gesture to stop. "Are you trying to tell me North, Northern Ireland, is going to become like you?"
Prussia made a thoughtful face, looking skyward and gesturing as he tried to think of the right words. "Well, sorta, yes and no, it gets complicated there."
"Don't you try and mysteriously talk your way around this, Prussia, I'm at perfect ball-punching height." Wales glared. Prussia mimed the smaller Nation's words back at him.
"Yeah yeah, lemme get to it. It's not a permanent thing, it's just until shit settles down. After the merge with North and South Italy I had Romano on my hands for a while and that was a steaming pile of shit let me tell you. Still got ringing in my ears." he twisted his pinky finger in his ear to punctuate the point. "More likely than not there will be a need for both him and his sister to exist, so rather than going through the, quite frankly painful process of getting him back from the afterlife after he's gone and is needed again, he's got a job to keep him here until he's needed." He grinned, placing his hands on his hips. "Great idea of mine, if I do say so myself."
Wales blinked, then closed his eyes and groaned. "If I think any more about existentialism my head is going to explode."
Prussia chuckled. "Yeah, it does that to ya." A pause, and he looked around. "Hey, where's Canada?"
Wales looked next to him, where the boy had been seconds before. Now there was nothing. Abruptly, Prussia dropped on his hands and knees and looked under the bed.
"Ah shit." He grumbled. "Didn't even get to warn him or wish him luck or say goodbye."
"Where'd he go?" Wales asked, peering under the bed with Prussia. There was nothing there, but a cold draft wafted from nowhere. Prussia sat back on his heels and dusted off his hands.
"Seems like it's more than just North's lucky day. Canada's getting re-established."
Notes:
- If you'll remember the incident with the volcano a couple of months back, you'll remember that prevailing winds from the north often push weather systems down from the British Isles onto France. He has good reason to worry about radioactive clouds bringing the rain to him.
- Sorry for being so late!
Part 88
Characters (in this chapter): France, America, Wales, Canada, Belarus, Prussia
Rating: 15
Warnings: A bit too much gore-y detail, brain scrambling levels of headcanon, but then this is future-history, so it's all headcanon really. orz;;;
Summary: Uh, I need to be banned from the kink meme or monsters like this happen? Essentially, Scotland leaves the UK, which gives Northern Ireland an excuse to up and out as well, which leaves England and Wales all alone. Oh yeah, and this somehow leads to World War Three.
France was getting a splitting headache. He rubbed at his temples and prayed that it was just because of the unholy noise level in the hospital, rather than because of some kind of radiation run off spreading down from the Irish sea. He didn't need radiation poisoning on top of this complete madness. The British Isles had been rushed off to the ER, but France knew there would be little they could do for them. He knew his boss was offering safe passage to them, letting refugees across the channel, but the damage wouldn't be undone so easily.
If what was very quickly happening to Scotland's leg was any indication of what was going to happen to the others, boiling water was the least of their problems.
Blackened lumps rose and grew with alarming speed, cancerous tumors rampant. Without skin to cover them it was easy to access them, cut them out before they spread, but it was a horrific sight to see, and more than once the blonde had watched a nurse leave the room with their hand over their mouth, dashing to the nearest toilet.
He wanted to go in, to keep a watch, but he also needed his phone on, in case he needed to be contacted. Quebec had blurted something about having to do something and hung up, but god knew he would call again. Poor boy, born into this kind of war.
Right on cue and as expected, France's phone lit up with Quebec's name. Tapping the button after two rings, he held it to his ear. "Salut-"
"You! France! Froggy NWO bastard!" shouted a voice that was definitely not Quebec, and France didn't need to guess twice at who had snatched the phone.
"Alfred, you seem well." Francis said guardedly. If everything Quebec said was true, then he had to be careful. America was a ticking time bomb, in many senses of the word, and he wasn't about to cut the wrong wire.
"Shut up! What's happened to Iggy? Is he alive? He's gotta be still alive, come on, talk!" America shouted. France held the phone a foot away from his ear and still heard him with perfect clarity.
"Angleterre is not dead, no. Injured, but not dead. It would do you well to calm down a little."
"Don't try to order me around, you socialist sucking asshole." the superpower ordered. Ah, he'd clearly been taking insult lessons from England. "Put England on the line and I'll try to remember not to beat the shit out of you next time I see you."
Clearly he was not up to date on where France's alliances lay at the current point. "I can't, he's in the operating room, phones might mess with the electronics." He leaned his head back against the wall of the hospital corridor, throbbing headache only increasing with the added stress. "I could always update you on his condition if you ask nicely."
"You know what, fuck you, I have a Russian to beat up and I'm not wasting my time on you and your stupid Euro-bull. Iggy's safe, and he's in a hospital, and he'll be fine, or else." America ranted, ending in a growl. "You better make sure of that."
"I'll do my best." France said sarcastically. "Now if you would give Quebec his phone back I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"Whatever." was the last response, before the bleep of the call ending sounded in France's ear. He let out a rush of air he didn't know he'd been holding in, hands shaking a little. America was certainly acting different from the usual happy-go-lucky teen the world was used to. It was discomforting, concerning.
He worried silently for Quebec, and prayed he wouldn't have to lose another son to this war.
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"So, um." Wales said into the silence, making the small boy across from him look up from his game of tic tac toe with a curious expression. "What are your names?"
The boy looked over at the girl, who frowned. She was good at that, her small features frozen in a permanent expression of displeasure. "I don't know." she said. "Neither of us do. Gilbert says it's because we touched the doors, but I don't remember that."
"You don't remember anything." the boy added, a slightly proud smile quirking the edge of his mouth. "I remember bits and pieces. I didn't touch a door, I just fell on one."
"Stupid." the girl quipped, frozen expression finally shifting slightly into a smirk. The boy pouted.
"Am not. It was just an accident. You nearly walked through a door, but Gilbert grabbed you." he pointed out, making the girl sulk and look away.
"So what do you remember?" Wales pressed. This would be the proof, what this boy remembered. He didn't want to get his hopes up.
The boy's eyebrows pulled together in concentration. "Umm... snow." he decided. "A lot of snow. And ships, there was something important on the ships, people I wanted to see. Um," he paused again, wracking his brains. "Something soft and warm, I think it was an animal. Oh!" he suddenly pointed at Wales. "And a man with a face like yours! Only not really, he didn't have freckles, and he was bigger, but his eyes were green and his eyebrows were..." he mimed two massive eyebrows, inches thick, over his own. The girl giggled at him. "And a man who looked like me, but older and he had a beard and he called me words like chou et mon cheri et mon petit et..." and his language turned to French as he unknowingly babbled on, but Wales had heard enough anyway.
It really was Canada.
Canada, as he hadn't looked for nearly 300 years, carrying on in stumbling French.
Wales nearly hugged him.
"I do so remember!" suddenly shouted the girl, stamping her foot. "I remember a man! And I loved him! And his name was brother and I found him already, because Gilbert's our brother! I remember him, so there!"
Belarus stomped her way to the other side of the room, where she grabbed a blanket and sat down on a beanbag with it and went back to sulking.
"She'll be over there for a while." Canada whispered, smiling fondly and shrugging. "She gets all upset when you mention her brother."
Wales was going to say that he hadn't mentioned a word about Russia, when Prussia burst through the door.
"Heeeey so who's awesome?" he cried, a massive grin on his face and he hung by one hand off the door frame.
"You are, Gilbert." Canada replied with a roll of the eyes, like this was a rehearsed routine. Wales wouldn't put it past him to make kids affirm his awesome every time he walked into a room.
"Sehr gut! You are 100% correct, mein Freund!" He ruffled the little blonde's hair, and turned his attention to Wales. "Okay, so I have some good news and some awesome news. The good news is that I talked to the big guy and got North a deal. Ain't that great for you. The awesome news is that I have myself a new partner!"
Wales stared, understanding dawning too quickly for his mouth to catch up with. "Woah, wait, what?" he held up his hand for a moment, a universal gesture to stop. "Are you trying to tell me North, Northern Ireland, is going to become like you?"
Prussia made a thoughtful face, looking skyward and gesturing as he tried to think of the right words. "Well, sorta, yes and no, it gets complicated there."
"Don't you try and mysteriously talk your way around this, Prussia, I'm at perfect ball-punching height." Wales glared. Prussia mimed the smaller Nation's words back at him.
"Yeah yeah, lemme get to it. It's not a permanent thing, it's just until shit settles down. After the merge with North and South Italy I had Romano on my hands for a while and that was a steaming pile of shit let me tell you. Still got ringing in my ears." he twisted his pinky finger in his ear to punctuate the point. "More likely than not there will be a need for both him and his sister to exist, so rather than going through the, quite frankly painful process of getting him back from the afterlife after he's gone and is needed again, he's got a job to keep him here until he's needed." He grinned, placing his hands on his hips. "Great idea of mine, if I do say so myself."
Wales blinked, then closed his eyes and groaned. "If I think any more about existentialism my head is going to explode."
Prussia chuckled. "Yeah, it does that to ya." A pause, and he looked around. "Hey, where's Canada?"
Wales looked next to him, where the boy had been seconds before. Now there was nothing. Abruptly, Prussia dropped on his hands and knees and looked under the bed.
"Ah shit." He grumbled. "Didn't even get to warn him or wish him luck or say goodbye."
"Where'd he go?" Wales asked, peering under the bed with Prussia. There was nothing there, but a cold draft wafted from nowhere. Prussia sat back on his heels and dusted off his hands.
"Seems like it's more than just North's lucky day. Canada's getting re-established."
Notes:
- If you'll remember the incident with the volcano a couple of months back, you'll remember that prevailing winds from the north often push weather systems down from the British Isles onto France. He has good reason to worry about radioactive clouds bringing the rain to him.
- Sorry for being so late!
Part 88
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Date: 2010-09-27 09:28 pm (UTC)NORTH AND WALES ARE SAFE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! MY HOPE PREVAILED IN THE END! Feck, I bet I spoke too soon OTL... but I'm sure Iggy and Scotland and Ireland will be fine too~
Canada's getting re-established?
Who?OH HAPPY DAYYYYYYY!America's still being a creep :I but he doesn't scare me anymore *hides behind... uhm... the white house*
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Date: 2010-09-28 12:17 am (UTC)Your hope is adorable like a small bunny rabbit. Tasty too. And your paranoia is like tomato sauce to go with it. <3
Haha after this nobody is allowed to "who?" Canada. THE WORLD KNOWS WHEN HE'S GONE, I mean, America starts acting up.
Speaking of which, yes creepy America is fun. <333
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Date: 2010-09-28 09:34 am (UTC)You evil woman, you ENJOY this B|
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Date: 2010-09-27 10:11 pm (UTC)And I can't wait to see America's reaction to Russia and Ukraine not being there anymore... *smirk*
and YAY North!!!
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Date: 2010-09-28 12:18 am (UTC)Quebec is so screwed if America finds out though. XD
\o/ North!
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Date: 2010-09-28 03:25 pm (UTC)It's Quebec heroic time!! YAY!! *throws papers in the air* And if Canada comes back, it surely means that Quebec gives up being an independent nation (heroic time continues! \o/)
Oh wait... or maybe America is so pissed that he *accidentally* beats the crap out of him...
Naaaah, you wouldn't kill another north american brother, right?..... RIGHT?!
North is now going to learn how to be AWESOME! He'll be a totally different one when he comes back, i'm sure! XD
And being left alone with Belarus, i'm not sure that Wales' mental state will remain undamaged...
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Date: 2010-09-27 11:07 pm (UTC)Cue, not queue. x);; This is why I say English ortography is crazy.
"You are Gilbert."
You're missing a comma.
"Sehr gut! You are 100% correct mein Freund!"
Same here. Props for getting the capital F in Freund right, though.
... Okay, sorry. Left my nit-pick mode on.
Bawwwwww, watch oooout Quebeeeec. ;;___;;!! Don't you dare get caught. There's no knowing what America would do to you, especially since he associates you with his brother's death and all....
Canada and Belarus. <3 D'awwww Canada remembering his parents and babbling in French. <3<3<3<3 ... Oh damn, how is he going to feel just getting teleported back without knowing anything or remembering anyone? o___O And damn, what about the others, what will they think getting back a baby!Canada with an amnesia? (Happy as hell, I reckon.)
How long is it going to take for Wales to be able to go back to his siblings? D: The poor bastards are still all heartbroken.
... Hope I get this comment posted, I'm using my neighbour's wlan. |D; Without permission of course...
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Date: 2010-09-28 12:21 am (UTC)Run boy, run! Use your French blood and run away! /shot for French joke
It's kind of adorable isn't it? D'aww. It'll probably start triggering a few more memories for him. I think they'll be happy to have him back full stop XD I foresee hugs in your future, Canada.
When the time is right. /wise nod.
Comment came through just fine~!
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Date: 2010-09-28 02:34 am (UTC)Man it's so hard to keep track of all the characters. Hungary and Austria and still alive yes?
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Date: 2010-09-28 09:20 am (UTC)Austria and Hungary are still alive, yes. <3
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Date: 2010-09-28 05:47 am (UTC)You're always so useless France /shotStill bawww poor thing and his radiation-induced headache. They should get Japan in here to counsel them. God only knows he'd be an expert at this sort of thing orz;;;/kicks America in the shins and runs away to hide ;n;/ Good grief, that boy needs a caning. It's sweet that you care America, and don't look now but your boycrush is showing, but ;lsdkf seriously. You're awesome and all but I don't think you could take the WHOLE WORLD going against you orz. Also you leave Quebec alone, you jerk. ;A; Shit's not going to go down well if he gets caught sob.
bawww babies having existentialist conversations in Prussia's basement. Bless. ;3; bb!Canada why did you have to disappear so quickly. I mean, that's AWESOME but what about Belarus and big brother Prussia? You had an amazing little family unit going on there. ;n; ...lol North as Prussia's apprentice. Sitting in the corner making B| faces as Prussia goes to have drinks and a weekly poker game with the Almighty.
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Date: 2010-09-28 09:24 am (UTC)Caning wasn't common practice until the 1800s~ America was never caned as a child AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. Aussie sure as hell got caned and he turned out as an upstanding member of society
who accidentally killed China whoops. America can be a little too overconfident, eh? orz;;I might make adorable little drabbles with them just having cute little family tiems like Bela refusing to eat her peas and Canada reading a story book aloud to them and getting stuck on words and- BABYDERE BAWWWWWWW ;A; But well, it had to end eventually. Lol oh North. Don't be so grumpy, it was this or death.
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Date: 2010-09-28 10:59 am (UTC)Be that as it may there's nothing stopping him getting one now. Where is Native America when you need her? Give the boy a walloping. ;n; ......lol this is so true orz. Granted I don't think England caned any of his colonies until he lost America, and then after that he was all DISCIPLINE B|. Poor Canada, poor Australia and NZ and all the kids who were left behind orz;;;
H-Hey China was old and delicate it wasn't, er...entirely his fault orz;;;Juuuuuust a little. ;; ...lol caning Bermuda wouldn't have been pretty. /SCREAM *ship sinks* orzBABYDERE. That has to be a word now omfg yessss. ;AAA; I want it so bad. Adorable babydere drabbles yes plz. Here comes the aeroplaneeeee~ And Belarus is just like B|. ;sldkf yes Prussia gather the kids in your arms and have STORYTIME sob. ;AAA; D-Doesn't mean Canada won't remember them though bawww.
Prussia: Come on, who's awesome?!
North: Fuck off. B|
Prussia: Just for that, I'm going to have to add another two years on to your contract.
North: FMLLLLLL orz
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Date: 2010-09-28 11:49 am (UTC)She's hiding out on the reserves pretending this isn't her son that's what. orz;;; England was a massive softy until he lost America and then he got all serious bznz. Lol yes the poor Commonwealth. America has a lot to answer for. DADDY NEVER LOVED US BECAUSE OF YOU.
And he did basically ask for it but yeah.... Caning Bermuda is how natural disasters happen. >>;;;WE SHALL ADD IT TO THE DICTIONARY. \o/ I will definitely write it after work haha. So cute so cute so cute. <333333
Oh North. /facepalm
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Date: 2010-09-28 01:10 pm (UTC)...FFF. At a meeting of all the mama!nations, Native America tries to remain unnoticed in the background while the rest of them are just like B| and muttering about kids these days orz. America never gets invited to all the Commonwealth parties lmao. They grew up tough because of him. Not afraid of ghosts or fairies or nothing. XD All these little B| faces, RESENTING HIM FOR MAKING DADDY A MEAN SON OF A BITCH. Bermuda got first pick of England's soft-hearted dere, so I imagine the first time she was caned there was hell to pay orz;;; "I hate you, I want to go stay with papa!" ;A; *cyclone*
/ADDS Suddenly all the gushing and cooing over babies MAKES SENSE. And better yet it has a WORD. ;; Yes do it do it do it. I can't get enough of babydere. We must write bb!Bermuda babydere. ;AAA; <333333
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Date: 2010-09-28 12:09 pm (UTC)Prussia really doesn't know what he's got himself into, does he? "Gilbert, let's get marriedmarriedmarried" :P And Prussia and North are like the oddest couple ever...
Damnit I should be studying for a French test not reading this orz
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Date: 2010-09-29 02:38 am (UTC)OMG so much going on! Yay for Canada getting reestablished! Hopefully this spells sanity for Alfred, the crazy bastard. Kinda' worried what it means for Quebec, however. x.x
And I can't be overly worried by America yelling at France. That seems fairly normal, really. >.>
>:|
Date: 2010-10-01 10:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-01 11:06 am (UTC)Why stones?
They hurt!
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Date: 2010-10-01 04:24 pm (UTC)Because they're the only things I can find in my backyard. >.>
It's either stones or kittens and I don't wanna throw my kittens.Other that that... I liked this chapter, dun worry Pidge. <3no subject
Date: 2010-10-01 04:25 pm (UTC)