Family Ties [Part 88]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Quebec, Russia, Ukraine, America, Wales, Belarus.
Rating: 15
Warnings: Horrific implications time! Also bang.
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.
"Come on, get up..." Quebec urged as Russia pushed himself onto his knees, coughing slightly and clutching his side as blood dribbled from his mouth. He probably had a busted rib or something; America was heavy enough and strong enough to manage it even without a weapon. Russia was big boned and appeared strong, but they were more brittle than they looked. But he was pigheaded enough to manage to force himself to his feet.
Ukraine... Ukraine, however, didn't look like she would have the will to get up for a while.
"Syestra..." Russia muttered. The woman's eyes didn't open, swollen half-shut and bruised, but a little smile, daringly hopeful, quirked at the corners of her lips.
"Vanya, are we going now?" she asked, hand raised into the air, searching. The larger Nation grasped it, hands slick with blood but grip firm.
"Da, we are going now." he replied, and gave Quebec a look, to stop touching his sister. The other arctic Nation instead scooped her up off the ground, standing easily with no injuries despite the fact that Ukraine was quite heavy with her... assets. He wouldn't be able to carry her far, but if they got to a car they wouldn't have to. She turned her face into his shoulder, drawing in breath.
"... still smell of maple, Matvey..." she whispered.
Russia was still glaring suspiciously at Quebec, who swallowed. Just until she was out of the woods and not so delusional, he'd be Matthew. He didn't care. He didn't care for her or that he was lying. It meant nothing. Russia had no reason to glare.
Their progress down the hall was much slower than he'd hoped for, but Russia wasn't going to move any faster with one leg not functioning properly and Quebec couldn't exactly run with a fully grown woman in his arms. They made up for their slow pace with silence. Nobody said a word. Ukraine had either fallen unconscious or understood the need for quiet around her blood-loss clouded mind. Russia kept hold of her hand regardless. The florescent lights embedded in the ceiling gave Quebec a far too detailed picture of everything that had happened to Ukraine, so he kept his eyes straight ahead, undistracted. He knew the least-trodden path through the headquarters, creeping through the halls like a grave robber.
Before the door even came in sight, a siren blared, and the lights went amber.
"Code orange, prisoners escaping, prisoners escaping."
"Merde!" he swore loudly, and broke into as much of a run as he could manage, Russia doing the same beside him. But it was too late, all the doors in the hallway surrounding them clanged shut and barred themselves, emergency locks taking effect and trapping them like mice in a cage. Backing up against the wall, Ukraine whimpering and Russia snarling, they waited for the cat to arrive.
And that didn't take long either.
The door they'd come through to get to the hall swung open, America twirling the keys around his finger before depositing them in his pocket.
"Well well well. Guess I deserve this one." he said, loud voice carrying over the sirens. "Never liked you from the start, Quebec. But I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I let you give orders, I gave you access to keys and alarm systems. I practically made you my right hand guy. And now you go and pull a crazy stunt like this." He shrugged. "Not cool."
Russia bared his teeth in a mockery of a smile. "You need to pick your allies more carefully America."
The bored expression on America's face snapped to outright rage as he pointed at Russia threateningly. "Don't you say a fucking word, Russki. I'm not done with you yet."
"Can you at least be done with her?" Quebec yelled, inwardly wincing at how his voice cracked. Ukraine was trembling in his arms and turning her face away from America, hands held close to her chest as she tried to curl in on herself. "Mon Dieu, America, look at what you've done! Look at what you're turning into!"
The blonde raised his eyebrows. "Have you been talking to Mexico?" he asked lowly. "Nobody's meant to be talking to Mexico right now."
A wave of horror came over Quebec's features. "Oh god what have you done to her?!"
"Nothing. Not really." he turned to Russia, madness and fury sparking in his eyes like blue flint. "Nothing like what I'm going to do to you."
From his back pocket he pulled a pistol. Immediately everyone tensed. He flicked the safety off with his thumb and raised it slowly to point at Russia. The taller man did not move.
"So this is how it ends." Russia said, tilting his head and watching the gun twitch slightly to follow it. "I hear you are a good shot, America."
"Best in the business, Russia." America growled. "And it's a good thing for you that your aim is terrible, or I wouldn't be talking to you before I blew your brains out."
Violet eyes narrowed. "Oh?"
"Yep. That nuclear bomb you tried to blow up the mainland British Isles with was deflected into the Irish sea, lessening the damage." There was something smug to that tone. "So basically your evil plan was thwarted at the last minute."
"And yet you're still going to kill me." Russia said flatly. America snorted.
"No I'm going to bake you a cake and we'll live happily ever after." The sarcasm dripped from every word, and he even added an eye roll. "Just kidding, I'm going to blow a hole in your head so big you'll see clean through the other side."
"I see." Silence fell. Nobody moved. "Then do it."
Still nothing. The void pressed down on all sides like a heavy blanket.
"Are you afraid to?" Russia asked, an honest question. "You already killed Belarus. Quite intentionally, might I add." Though America's fingers twitched on the trigger, he did not fire. "Or is it because I'm standing right here, where you can see me." The younger Nation's frown deepened. Russia smiled. "Or is it because you've grown fond of me?"
"Shut your fuckin' mouth!"
"Vanya!"
Bang.
---
Belarus' hand paused in where she was about to place a circle in their game of tic tac toe.
"Bela?" Wales asked, peering into her face. Her usual frozen expression had vanished, leaving one of shock. Tears welled up and escaped from her eyes.
Without a word, she began to cry.
Notes:
- Do you like my cliffhangers? Because I really like my cliffhangers.
Part 89
Characters (in this chapter): Quebec, Russia, Ukraine, America, Wales, Belarus.
Rating: 15
Warnings: Horrific implications time! Also bang.
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.
"Come on, get up..." Quebec urged as Russia pushed himself onto his knees, coughing slightly and clutching his side as blood dribbled from his mouth. He probably had a busted rib or something; America was heavy enough and strong enough to manage it even without a weapon. Russia was big boned and appeared strong, but they were more brittle than they looked. But he was pigheaded enough to manage to force himself to his feet.
Ukraine... Ukraine, however, didn't look like she would have the will to get up for a while.
"Syestra..." Russia muttered. The woman's eyes didn't open, swollen half-shut and bruised, but a little smile, daringly hopeful, quirked at the corners of her lips.
"Vanya, are we going now?" she asked, hand raised into the air, searching. The larger Nation grasped it, hands slick with blood but grip firm.
"Da, we are going now." he replied, and gave Quebec a look, to stop touching his sister. The other arctic Nation instead scooped her up off the ground, standing easily with no injuries despite the fact that Ukraine was quite heavy with her... assets. He wouldn't be able to carry her far, but if they got to a car they wouldn't have to. She turned her face into his shoulder, drawing in breath.
"... still smell of maple, Matvey..." she whispered.
Russia was still glaring suspiciously at Quebec, who swallowed. Just until she was out of the woods and not so delusional, he'd be Matthew. He didn't care. He didn't care for her or that he was lying. It meant nothing. Russia had no reason to glare.
Their progress down the hall was much slower than he'd hoped for, but Russia wasn't going to move any faster with one leg not functioning properly and Quebec couldn't exactly run with a fully grown woman in his arms. They made up for their slow pace with silence. Nobody said a word. Ukraine had either fallen unconscious or understood the need for quiet around her blood-loss clouded mind. Russia kept hold of her hand regardless. The florescent lights embedded in the ceiling gave Quebec a far too detailed picture of everything that had happened to Ukraine, so he kept his eyes straight ahead, undistracted. He knew the least-trodden path through the headquarters, creeping through the halls like a grave robber.
Before the door even came in sight, a siren blared, and the lights went amber.
"Code orange, prisoners escaping, prisoners escaping."
"Merde!" he swore loudly, and broke into as much of a run as he could manage, Russia doing the same beside him. But it was too late, all the doors in the hallway surrounding them clanged shut and barred themselves, emergency locks taking effect and trapping them like mice in a cage. Backing up against the wall, Ukraine whimpering and Russia snarling, they waited for the cat to arrive.
And that didn't take long either.
The door they'd come through to get to the hall swung open, America twirling the keys around his finger before depositing them in his pocket.
"Well well well. Guess I deserve this one." he said, loud voice carrying over the sirens. "Never liked you from the start, Quebec. But I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I let you give orders, I gave you access to keys and alarm systems. I practically made you my right hand guy. And now you go and pull a crazy stunt like this." He shrugged. "Not cool."
Russia bared his teeth in a mockery of a smile. "You need to pick your allies more carefully America."
The bored expression on America's face snapped to outright rage as he pointed at Russia threateningly. "Don't you say a fucking word, Russki. I'm not done with you yet."
"Can you at least be done with her?" Quebec yelled, inwardly wincing at how his voice cracked. Ukraine was trembling in his arms and turning her face away from America, hands held close to her chest as she tried to curl in on herself. "Mon Dieu, America, look at what you've done! Look at what you're turning into!"
The blonde raised his eyebrows. "Have you been talking to Mexico?" he asked lowly. "Nobody's meant to be talking to Mexico right now."
A wave of horror came over Quebec's features. "Oh god what have you done to her?!"
"Nothing. Not really." he turned to Russia, madness and fury sparking in his eyes like blue flint. "Nothing like what I'm going to do to you."
From his back pocket he pulled a pistol. Immediately everyone tensed. He flicked the safety off with his thumb and raised it slowly to point at Russia. The taller man did not move.
"So this is how it ends." Russia said, tilting his head and watching the gun twitch slightly to follow it. "I hear you are a good shot, America."
"Best in the business, Russia." America growled. "And it's a good thing for you that your aim is terrible, or I wouldn't be talking to you before I blew your brains out."
Violet eyes narrowed. "Oh?"
"Yep. That nuclear bomb you tried to blow up the mainland British Isles with was deflected into the Irish sea, lessening the damage." There was something smug to that tone. "So basically your evil plan was thwarted at the last minute."
"And yet you're still going to kill me." Russia said flatly. America snorted.
"No I'm going to bake you a cake and we'll live happily ever after." The sarcasm dripped from every word, and he even added an eye roll. "Just kidding, I'm going to blow a hole in your head so big you'll see clean through the other side."
"I see." Silence fell. Nobody moved. "Then do it."
Still nothing. The void pressed down on all sides like a heavy blanket.
"Are you afraid to?" Russia asked, an honest question. "You already killed Belarus. Quite intentionally, might I add." Though America's fingers twitched on the trigger, he did not fire. "Or is it because I'm standing right here, where you can see me." The younger Nation's frown deepened. Russia smiled. "Or is it because you've grown fond of me?"
"Shut your fuckin' mouth!"
"Vanya!"
Bang.
---
Belarus' hand paused in where she was about to place a circle in their game of tic tac toe.
"Bela?" Wales asked, peering into her face. Her usual frozen expression had vanished, leaving one of shock. Tears welled up and escaped from her eyes.
Without a word, she began to cry.
Notes:
- Do you like my cliffhangers? Because I really like my cliffhangers.
Part 89
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Date: 2010-10-02 02:26 pm (UTC)Wait! It would be horrible if Ukraine does die just as Canada's being reestablished! x.x
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Date: 2010-10-02 03:36 pm (UTC)Actually, now that I think about it, Canada was in the fridge as well. -.-;;;
Waah that would be terrible, I bet Ukraine would take really good care of bitty Canada, although it's sad that they can't be together since he's small.
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Date: 2010-10-02 03:52 pm (UTC)It would, wouldn't it?! But if Canada gets back to himself, and finds out what Alfred did, there could be a North American war.
Good god, this world is gonna' be in a complete mess when this is all over.