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hellzabeth) wrote2010-10-13 12:45 am
hellzabeth) wrote2010-10-13 12:45 am
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Family Ties [Part 91]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Germany, North Italy, Quebec, Ukraine, Russia, Canada, England, Portugal, Spain, South Italy.
Rating: 15
Warnings: lol random fluff, doors getting blown up, swearing.
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.
The snow wasn't letting up, which was to be expected for the time of year. Germany sat holding a steaming mug of what was probably supposed to be coffee, but really tasted more like hot, bitter dirt. Oh great, hanging around Italy for too long had clearly spoiled his pallet. Instead, he used it to warm his fingers through his leather gloves, sitting on what used to be the wall of a house. There were bandits everywhere, raiding shops that had the fronts exploded open. If he was going to occupy someone's territory again he was at least going to preserve the peace in a proper manner while doing it.
Suddenly something heavy hit him in the back, and the dropped his coffee to throw the attacker over his shoulder, letting him land with a soft thud in the snow.
"Owwww..." whined Italy. "That hurt Germanyyyy..."
"Ah-" the blonde said, surprised. "Sorry, I didn't hear you coming." It was usually very easy to hear Italy coming.
"Germany must have been thinking too hard!" Italy pointed out, smiling and spreading his arms. He flapped them about in the snow, creating a snow angel. "What were you thinking about?"
"The war." he mumbled, sitting back down on the wall and observing where the coffee had stained the snow a dark brown colour.
"This war or the other war?" asked the shorter Nation, blinking curiously at him. Germany made a quietly annoyed sound.
"Both of them, I suppose. Just about war in general."
"Ve, that's too gloomy." Italy pouted, then beamed as an idea struck him. "Germany, Germany! Make another snow angel with me!"
The larger man stared at him for a while. "You cannot be serious, Italien."
"I'm as serious as you always are, Germanía." Italy imitated his serious face. It didn't really work. "Come on, I don't even like the cold and I'm doing it! And I think the snow's gone down the back of my shirt..." He smiled cheerfully up at him, like they weren't in a bombed out street full of collapsed buildings and empty houses. "... being so stiff all the time isn't good for you. Even if it's war, you need to take a break."
"But..."
"This isn't even our war." the brunette added. "You didn't start it, and I didn't either. And I think it's nearly over now."
"You think?"
"Yup! And we even won this time, isn't that great? You're not a bad guy, Germany, you're a good guy!"
That hit a sensitive spot in Germany's mind, and he tensed. Then, slowly, he released it all in a world weary sigh. He stood, walked past Italy, and before the smaller Nation could complain, flopped back into the snow with a grumpy expression and a red tinge to his cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold.
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"It's no use." sighed Quebec, coming back into the room where Canada, Ukraine and Russia waited. "I can't find where he ran off too, and he took the keys with him, locking the door behind him." He pulled out the ring of keys that he had on him. "These only work on certain doors, and nothing on here will reverse the lockdown. America has the master key."
Ukraine was bundled up in Canada's hoodie and leaning on Kumajiro, who curled himself around her. Russia sat beside her, favoring his leg and his shot arm. He occasionally twitched, hand pressing to his heart, but was otherwise silent and motionless, eyes studying them warily.
"Well that kind of sucks." Canada said, frowning. "I don't know how we're meant to get out of here, short of tunneling."
Quebec took in Canada's reduced height, Ukraine's over all state and Russia's threatening glare. "Yeah, that's not happening."
A rumble shook the headquarters, jogging Ukraine out of her half-asleep state and forcing everyone to have to hold on to a wall.
"An earth quake?" the female Nation asked, disorientated.
"I think that was an explosion..." said Quebec. He turned on his heel to run towards the sound. "Stay here!"
"Ah! Quebec! Be careful, eh?" Canada called after him.
---
"By the way," said England, munching on an apple and being sure to use the left side of his mouth only. "Where's Portugal?"
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"Irmão, I think that was too many explosives." coughed the elder Iberian brother, trying to wave the dust out of his eyes. Hopefully none of this building was constructed from asbestos.
"It got us in, so it was obviously just right!" chirped Spain, tossing a stick of dynamite left over in his hand, spinning it in the air. "And now, to take Mexico!"
"Save, idiot. You mean save." grumbled Romano, trying to get the dust out of his hair. "Move your ass forward, bastard."
"I said save." Spain blinked innocently. Portugal rolled his eyes and walked forwards, into the hallway. Orange lights were flickering on and off, damaged from the explosion. Orange, now what did that mean in America's coded system... prisoners escaping? What on earth had he stumbled on to here? What was America keeping from them.
Something rounded the corner at great speeds, then darted back behind it again. He caught a flash of blonde, and felt for his gun just in case.
"Show yourself!" he demanded. An open hand appeared around the corner, followed by a boy who turned out not to be America at all, but Quebec. Portugal relaxed a little. "Quebec, what's going on here?"
The younger Nation looked pained. "I can't even begin to explain. Just, follow me-" he started in surprise when Spain marched up to him and grabbed the front of his clothes.
"The keys to Mexico's cell, por favor." the Spaniard smiled brightly, frighteningly.
Poor Quebec looked terrified. "I don't have them! America ran off with them in all the confusion and- damn it, it's too complicated to explain!"
Romano yanked Spain back by the arm and smacked him over the head. "Stupid boss, he doesn't have them! Let's find America first."
Spain pouted, but nodded. "Which way did he go."
Quebec shrugged helplessly.
"You search for America." Portugal said to his brother, before looking at Quebec. "And you can take me to where Russia is so I can kill him."
The northern Nation pressed a hand to his forehead as though to soothe away a headache. "Not this merde again."
Notes:
- Sorry for being slow updating, life is eating me alive.
Part 92
Characters (in this chapter): Germany, North Italy, Quebec, Ukraine, Russia, Canada, England, Portugal, Spain, South Italy.
Rating: 15
Warnings: lol random fluff, doors getting blown up, swearing.
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.
The snow wasn't letting up, which was to be expected for the time of year. Germany sat holding a steaming mug of what was probably supposed to be coffee, but really tasted more like hot, bitter dirt. Oh great, hanging around Italy for too long had clearly spoiled his pallet. Instead, he used it to warm his fingers through his leather gloves, sitting on what used to be the wall of a house. There were bandits everywhere, raiding shops that had the fronts exploded open. If he was going to occupy someone's territory again he was at least going to preserve the peace in a proper manner while doing it.
Suddenly something heavy hit him in the back, and the dropped his coffee to throw the attacker over his shoulder, letting him land with a soft thud in the snow.
"Owwww..." whined Italy. "That hurt Germanyyyy..."
"Ah-" the blonde said, surprised. "Sorry, I didn't hear you coming." It was usually very easy to hear Italy coming.
"Germany must have been thinking too hard!" Italy pointed out, smiling and spreading his arms. He flapped them about in the snow, creating a snow angel. "What were you thinking about?"
"The war." he mumbled, sitting back down on the wall and observing where the coffee had stained the snow a dark brown colour.
"This war or the other war?" asked the shorter Nation, blinking curiously at him. Germany made a quietly annoyed sound.
"Both of them, I suppose. Just about war in general."
"Ve, that's too gloomy." Italy pouted, then beamed as an idea struck him. "Germany, Germany! Make another snow angel with me!"
The larger man stared at him for a while. "You cannot be serious, Italien."
"I'm as serious as you always are, Germanía." Italy imitated his serious face. It didn't really work. "Come on, I don't even like the cold and I'm doing it! And I think the snow's gone down the back of my shirt..." He smiled cheerfully up at him, like they weren't in a bombed out street full of collapsed buildings and empty houses. "... being so stiff all the time isn't good for you. Even if it's war, you need to take a break."
"But..."
"This isn't even our war." the brunette added. "You didn't start it, and I didn't either. And I think it's nearly over now."
"You think?"
"Yup! And we even won this time, isn't that great? You're not a bad guy, Germany, you're a good guy!"
That hit a sensitive spot in Germany's mind, and he tensed. Then, slowly, he released it all in a world weary sigh. He stood, walked past Italy, and before the smaller Nation could complain, flopped back into the snow with a grumpy expression and a red tinge to his cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold.
---
"It's no use." sighed Quebec, coming back into the room where Canada, Ukraine and Russia waited. "I can't find where he ran off too, and he took the keys with him, locking the door behind him." He pulled out the ring of keys that he had on him. "These only work on certain doors, and nothing on here will reverse the lockdown. America has the master key."
Ukraine was bundled up in Canada's hoodie and leaning on Kumajiro, who curled himself around her. Russia sat beside her, favoring his leg and his shot arm. He occasionally twitched, hand pressing to his heart, but was otherwise silent and motionless, eyes studying them warily.
"Well that kind of sucks." Canada said, frowning. "I don't know how we're meant to get out of here, short of tunneling."
Quebec took in Canada's reduced height, Ukraine's over all state and Russia's threatening glare. "Yeah, that's not happening."
A rumble shook the headquarters, jogging Ukraine out of her half-asleep state and forcing everyone to have to hold on to a wall.
"An earth quake?" the female Nation asked, disorientated.
"I think that was an explosion..." said Quebec. He turned on his heel to run towards the sound. "Stay here!"
"Ah! Quebec! Be careful, eh?" Canada called after him.
---
"By the way," said England, munching on an apple and being sure to use the left side of his mouth only. "Where's Portugal?"
---
"Irmão, I think that was too many explosives." coughed the elder Iberian brother, trying to wave the dust out of his eyes. Hopefully none of this building was constructed from asbestos.
"It got us in, so it was obviously just right!" chirped Spain, tossing a stick of dynamite left over in his hand, spinning it in the air. "And now, to take Mexico!"
"Save, idiot. You mean save." grumbled Romano, trying to get the dust out of his hair. "Move your ass forward, bastard."
"I said save." Spain blinked innocently. Portugal rolled his eyes and walked forwards, into the hallway. Orange lights were flickering on and off, damaged from the explosion. Orange, now what did that mean in America's coded system... prisoners escaping? What on earth had he stumbled on to here? What was America keeping from them.
Something rounded the corner at great speeds, then darted back behind it again. He caught a flash of blonde, and felt for his gun just in case.
"Show yourself!" he demanded. An open hand appeared around the corner, followed by a boy who turned out not to be America at all, but Quebec. Portugal relaxed a little. "Quebec, what's going on here?"
The younger Nation looked pained. "I can't even begin to explain. Just, follow me-" he started in surprise when Spain marched up to him and grabbed the front of his clothes.
"The keys to Mexico's cell, por favor." the Spaniard smiled brightly, frighteningly.
Poor Quebec looked terrified. "I don't have them! America ran off with them in all the confusion and- damn it, it's too complicated to explain!"
Romano yanked Spain back by the arm and smacked him over the head. "Stupid boss, he doesn't have them! Let's find America first."
Spain pouted, but nodded. "Which way did he go."
Quebec shrugged helplessly.
"You search for America." Portugal said to his brother, before looking at Quebec. "And you can take me to where Russia is so I can kill him."
The northern Nation pressed a hand to his forehead as though to soothe away a headache. "Not this merde again."
Notes:
- Sorry for being slow updating, life is eating me alive.
Part 92