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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Scotland, France, Palestine, Jordan, Syria, Russia, Finland, Sweden.
Rating: 18
Warnings: Guns, graphic description of wounds.
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.
“Psst. Hey, Francis.”
“Mmph.”
“Francis, wake up.”
“Hmm…”
“France!”
“Mon dieu, quoi.”
“Did ye just feel something… change?”
“Non, cher, I did not. I did feel relaxed and asleep and was enjoying a nice red wine in a sunny orchard.”
“Don’t sulk on me now, Francis, I’m serious. I think something’s just changed in my government.”
France rolled over in bed, squinting through the dark at Scotland’s face. “Are you sure you did not get heat stroke from the sun again?”
“Of course I’m bloody sure, it feels different.” The red head was frowning concernedly at him. France was about to respond reassurances when something- changed, like James had said.
“Oh.” He blinked. No visible difference to the world. Slightly lightheaded. What was that sensation? Familiar, it was familiar somehow… “A power shift. I think that was a power shift.” This only made James’ eyebrows pull together more.
“Power shift? But I don’t- the election’s not until…”
“I haven’t got another one for two years…” France muttered, sitting up. He guessed at it being about midnight. Which meant, counting back the time zones, that it was 9pm at their houses. Not the usual time for a power shift… unless it was done behind the scenes.
Scotland sat up, then wobbled a little, a hand going to his head. “Geez, what the hell-” Another wave hit France then. The world wavered, before settling.
“Alright, this has now gotten worrying.” He muttered, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, pulling on a shirt as Scotland shuffled to do the same behind him. “When was the last time you saw Russia?”
“About three days ago.” Scotland replied, stepping into his shoes. “Before the attacks on the quarter our south east military spots and all of the decoys.”
“I’m beginning to think he hasn’t been in the country with us for a long time.” France frowned, making his way to the tent flap, stepping out into the night-
- to find himself with the business end of a gun in his face.
“Where do you think you’re goin’ so late at night, France?” smiled Palestine, dark eyes narrowed.
“I think the better question would be; why are you pointing a shotgun in your ally’s face, Palestine?” he responded, calmly as he could. Panicking would do him no favours in this situation. He shifted his hand back inside the tent and signaled Scotland to take the other exit flap.
“Because currently, you’re the third largest nuclear power in the world.” He raised his brows like it was an unbelievable thing to say. “And we can’t have you running off just because you don’t like how things are going.”
“I was just going to see Russia.”
A soft bang, almost a gunshot but not, caught his attention. He whirled to look back into the still open tent-flap. Scotland sat hunched over on the floor, a splash of blood soaking into the sand. Jordan stood with a pistol, equipped with a silencer, still pointed at the red head.
“James!” Francis almost went to him, but the sound of the shotgun being primed in his ear made him freeze. Scotland removed one bloodied hand from his stomach, waving him off. The injury was healing, insides and muscles and skin stitching together in a grossly fascinating display.
“Russia’s not here, can we take a message?” Syria appeared next to Jordan, his own gun in hand as he twisted the silencer onto the barrel. France turned back to Palestine, face furious.
“You can’t do this! We’ve not done anything but help you, even when our hearts aren’t truly in this stupid, pointless war-”
“Now, see, that’s exactly the problem.” Palestine tilted his head. “You don’t want a war. We do want a war. You have lots of nukes. We don’t have lots of nukes. The enemy has lots of nukes. See what I mean?”
“So use Russia’s! He has more than I do!” Another muffled bang, and France saw James go down again from where he’d been trying to get up, shot in the shoulder.
“But it’s still not enough to match America.” Reasoned Palestine slowly, like he was talking to a particularly dim child. “With you and Russia, we’re about even. And once we take that land stealing bastard’s, we’ll have more.” His smile widened. “Oh, and if you thought you could just pull out, then you’d be wrong. I’m sure you’ve felt it by now.”
“Ye crazy… bastards…” Scotland gasped from the floor, still winded from the pain. “Th’ hell did y’ do…”
Syria kicked him in the stomach where he was still healing. “You’re familiar with the term ‘puppet government’, aren’t you?”
“That’s- illegal!” It seemed like a useless protestation, and from behind him, Palestine laughed at it.
“And that’s why it works. Now, I think it’s time you went back to bed.”
Something hard hit the back of France’s head, and everything was swallowed by darkness.
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“Russia, get the hell off my land!” Finland shouted over the blizzard. Sweden loomed behind him. Ivan smiled amicably, hands in the pockets of his greatcoat.
“Ah, but Finland, you’re neutral territory, da? There is nothing wrong with me being here.” The wind ruffled his hair to one side, whipping out the ends of his scarf.
“There is everything wrong with you being here! I’m not joining this war on either side, so you have exactly ten seconds to take your men and retreat before I shoot you!” He aimed his rifle. “I’m sure you remember I have good aim.”
Russia’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and his smile slipped a little. It picked back up again quickly, and wider too. “I assure you I’m not here to quarrel with you. You may not have declared war on me, but you’re harboring someone who has.” A few moments of stunned silence passed, Finland’s jaw eventually dropping open in horror.
“You can’t possibly- he’s a child, Russia, he doesn’t mean it!” he shook his head, disbelieving. Sweden’s expression had shifted from it’s usual stormy to livid.
“Child or not, he is a recognised country now, da?”
“H’s und’r m’ pr’tect’on.” Sweden growled.
“Are you actually trying to provoke a war on every possible front?!”
“Nyet, but it is always good, when fighting, to take down the smallest opponents first.” He smiled cheerfully, and started moving forward. Finland brought up his gun, Sweden doing the same.
“Two more steps and you’re a bloody smear in the snow!” he warned, teeth grit. Russia raised his eyebrows in mock shock.
“Oh, does this mean you declare war on me?” he asked, tilting head.
“No, I’m kicking you out of my country! And then I’m going home, and I’m going to go to bed and carry on with my life.” Finland frowned determinedly.
Russia looked disappointed. “Aw…” he brightened. “Would you declare war on me if I told you that the men behind me are not the only ones I brought? Or maybe, if I told you that you probably have no house to go back to by now… would you say it then?”
General Winter sent winds that howled for blood, and they got it.
Notes:
- Welcome, everyone who came here from the kink meme! Might I advise you to go back and look over the old chapters again? They've been edited quite a lot, mainly grammar and spelling errors, but there's a lot of extra bits added too! It's worth a look! Here's the tag for it. Or you could just go to the beginning.
- France is a growing nuclear power. America ranks first, then Russia, then France. Or at least, they will by 2020.
- I made Sealand a country, albiet a micronation, as mentioned in the earlier chapter? The rate he's gaining citizens, he's got to be eventually. Also, he randomly obtains land somehow. Because someone sold it to him.Me.
Part 22
Characters (in this chapter): Scotland, France, Palestine, Jordan, Syria, Russia, Finland, Sweden.
Rating: 18
Warnings: Guns, graphic description of wounds.
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.
“Psst. Hey, Francis.”
“Mmph.”
“Francis, wake up.”
“Hmm…”
“France!”
“Mon dieu, quoi.”
“Did ye just feel something… change?”
“Non, cher, I did not. I did feel relaxed and asleep and was enjoying a nice red wine in a sunny orchard.”
“Don’t sulk on me now, Francis, I’m serious. I think something’s just changed in my government.”
France rolled over in bed, squinting through the dark at Scotland’s face. “Are you sure you did not get heat stroke from the sun again?”
“Of course I’m bloody sure, it feels different.” The red head was frowning concernedly at him. France was about to respond reassurances when something- changed, like James had said.
“Oh.” He blinked. No visible difference to the world. Slightly lightheaded. What was that sensation? Familiar, it was familiar somehow… “A power shift. I think that was a power shift.” This only made James’ eyebrows pull together more.
“Power shift? But I don’t- the election’s not until…”
“I haven’t got another one for two years…” France muttered, sitting up. He guessed at it being about midnight. Which meant, counting back the time zones, that it was 9pm at their houses. Not the usual time for a power shift… unless it was done behind the scenes.
Scotland sat up, then wobbled a little, a hand going to his head. “Geez, what the hell-” Another wave hit France then. The world wavered, before settling.
“Alright, this has now gotten worrying.” He muttered, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, pulling on a shirt as Scotland shuffled to do the same behind him. “When was the last time you saw Russia?”
“About three days ago.” Scotland replied, stepping into his shoes. “Before the attacks on the quarter our south east military spots and all of the decoys.”
“I’m beginning to think he hasn’t been in the country with us for a long time.” France frowned, making his way to the tent flap, stepping out into the night-
- to find himself with the business end of a gun in his face.
“Where do you think you’re goin’ so late at night, France?” smiled Palestine, dark eyes narrowed.
“I think the better question would be; why are you pointing a shotgun in your ally’s face, Palestine?” he responded, calmly as he could. Panicking would do him no favours in this situation. He shifted his hand back inside the tent and signaled Scotland to take the other exit flap.
“Because currently, you’re the third largest nuclear power in the world.” He raised his brows like it was an unbelievable thing to say. “And we can’t have you running off just because you don’t like how things are going.”
“I was just going to see Russia.”
A soft bang, almost a gunshot but not, caught his attention. He whirled to look back into the still open tent-flap. Scotland sat hunched over on the floor, a splash of blood soaking into the sand. Jordan stood with a pistol, equipped with a silencer, still pointed at the red head.
“James!” Francis almost went to him, but the sound of the shotgun being primed in his ear made him freeze. Scotland removed one bloodied hand from his stomach, waving him off. The injury was healing, insides and muscles and skin stitching together in a grossly fascinating display.
“Russia’s not here, can we take a message?” Syria appeared next to Jordan, his own gun in hand as he twisted the silencer onto the barrel. France turned back to Palestine, face furious.
“You can’t do this! We’ve not done anything but help you, even when our hearts aren’t truly in this stupid, pointless war-”
“Now, see, that’s exactly the problem.” Palestine tilted his head. “You don’t want a war. We do want a war. You have lots of nukes. We don’t have lots of nukes. The enemy has lots of nukes. See what I mean?”
“So use Russia’s! He has more than I do!” Another muffled bang, and France saw James go down again from where he’d been trying to get up, shot in the shoulder.
“But it’s still not enough to match America.” Reasoned Palestine slowly, like he was talking to a particularly dim child. “With you and Russia, we’re about even. And once we take that land stealing bastard’s, we’ll have more.” His smile widened. “Oh, and if you thought you could just pull out, then you’d be wrong. I’m sure you’ve felt it by now.”
“Ye crazy… bastards…” Scotland gasped from the floor, still winded from the pain. “Th’ hell did y’ do…”
Syria kicked him in the stomach where he was still healing. “You’re familiar with the term ‘puppet government’, aren’t you?”
“That’s- illegal!” It seemed like a useless protestation, and from behind him, Palestine laughed at it.
“And that’s why it works. Now, I think it’s time you went back to bed.”
Something hard hit the back of France’s head, and everything was swallowed by darkness.
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“Russia, get the hell off my land!” Finland shouted over the blizzard. Sweden loomed behind him. Ivan smiled amicably, hands in the pockets of his greatcoat.
“Ah, but Finland, you’re neutral territory, da? There is nothing wrong with me being here.” The wind ruffled his hair to one side, whipping out the ends of his scarf.
“There is everything wrong with you being here! I’m not joining this war on either side, so you have exactly ten seconds to take your men and retreat before I shoot you!” He aimed his rifle. “I’m sure you remember I have good aim.”
Russia’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and his smile slipped a little. It picked back up again quickly, and wider too. “I assure you I’m not here to quarrel with you. You may not have declared war on me, but you’re harboring someone who has.” A few moments of stunned silence passed, Finland’s jaw eventually dropping open in horror.
“You can’t possibly- he’s a child, Russia, he doesn’t mean it!” he shook his head, disbelieving. Sweden’s expression had shifted from it’s usual stormy to livid.
“Child or not, he is a recognised country now, da?”
“H’s und’r m’ pr’tect’on.” Sweden growled.
“Are you actually trying to provoke a war on every possible front?!”
“Nyet, but it is always good, when fighting, to take down the smallest opponents first.” He smiled cheerfully, and started moving forward. Finland brought up his gun, Sweden doing the same.
“Two more steps and you’re a bloody smear in the snow!” he warned, teeth grit. Russia raised his eyebrows in mock shock.
“Oh, does this mean you declare war on me?” he asked, tilting head.
“No, I’m kicking you out of my country! And then I’m going home, and I’m going to go to bed and carry on with my life.” Finland frowned determinedly.
Russia looked disappointed. “Aw…” he brightened. “Would you declare war on me if I told you that the men behind me are not the only ones I brought? Or maybe, if I told you that you probably have no house to go back to by now… would you say it then?”
General Winter sent winds that howled for blood, and they got it.
Notes:
- Welcome, everyone who came here from the kink meme! Might I advise you to go back and look over the old chapters again? They've been edited quite a lot, mainly grammar and spelling errors, but there's a lot of extra bits added too! It's worth a look! Here's the tag for it. Or you could just go to the beginning.
- France is a growing nuclear power. America ranks first, then Russia, then France. Or at least, they will by 2020.
- I made Sealand a country, albiet a micronation, as mentioned in the earlier chapter? The rate he's gaining citizens, he's got to be eventually. Also, he randomly obtains land somehow. Because someone sold it to him.
Part 22
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Date: 2010-02-27 02:36 pm (UTC)And. I MADE A MAP HI. *crazy*
Here is the situation at the beginning of the war (Based on Ireland's explanation)
And here's more or less updated version
- Feel free to point out mistakes
- There were a lot of nations I wasn't sure of because you didn't mention them by name so I left them as "No information", though most of them are probably neutral, I suppose?
- OK, I did trust my judgement on some: Switzerland marked neutral even though you never actually stated he was -- because come on, he DEFAULTS as neutral
- I couldn't mark all the battle sites because I have no idea where the WDF attacked in Middle East. ^^; Oh and I marked attacked places with the star too.
- I marked pretty much all the overseas territories of different participants too, even though you mentioned in a comment later that Gibraltar was staying out of it and probably many others too. ;; But I decided I DID NOT JUST MARK THEM ALL FOR NOTHING SO THEY ARE GOING TO STAY THERE OKAY. It was way too much work to just wipe away. |D; God, all those little islands.... I never realized how many there actually were.
- obviously these are mostly contemporary borders etc. I don't know if you'll maybe decide to change some areas other than just the UK. *realizes she has to edit Sealand in now... orz*
*sigh* What can I say? I just love maps. They make stuff so tangible.
Okay and then actual comments. Even though I might have just forgotten everything I was thinking about by now...
Yay, Finland got attacked. \o/ xD;; *feels horrible for saying this* God, that was creepy, I just got chilly while I read...
Also, Russia being creepy in general. Gaahh, where to begin. Taking over Scotland and France's governments, should have seen that coming but it was still so fucking creepy. (I loved the scene, btw... and makes sense the Middle-Easterns wouldn't really like France and Scotland a lot, they were actually with Russia from the start anyway, weren't they? Okay, Turkey is like the only one who might be a bit cooler with them, having a long history with France and all.)
And hdkgjhdgkljh NI. DD: I thought you said you were done with tormenting him... orz;;
Not that I really complain*shot* Poor thing. I do hope they'll get Russia out of his head at some point though. Sucks if he'll be locked up by his OWN SIDE for the rest of the war.Oh and if Russia's gone for Finland I suppose he's going for the Baltics pretty soon too, amirite? (And Poland orz) The poor fellas would probably fall easily anyway... Unless they go all "we're so not going down this path again". They did fight for their independence back in the late 10's and all and now they can ask the WDF for help. Although they all have the problem of having huge (and I mean HUGE) Russian minorities who'd probably love to join Russia...
For a less serious note: England singing the Beatles FTW. xD He HAS to sing Back in the U.S.S.R. at some point though, you know. And America quoting movies is so fitting I almost forgot to mention it just now.
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Date: 2010-02-27 02:36 pm (UTC)The European ex-Soviets other than Belarus might not be so happy about joining Russia though. Well, maybe Ukraine? I don't really know how they are feeling about Russia exactly other than they of course have lots of Russians around too. (Well, I might know more about Ukraine by May BECAUSE I'M GOING TO KIEV. 8DDDb *excited*)
And then the African Arabs? You mentioned Egypt and Sudan already but well... there's all those ex-French colonies who are also mostly Arabic. You said most Africans opted out but I suppose Ireland was talking about the former British colonies.
Okay I think that was enough talking from me... *shuts up* Anyway, thanks for the updates and waiting with interest for moar. /o/ Even though I may or may not be a bit periodical stalker. *has the attention span of a monkey*
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Date: 2010-02-27 03:25 pm (UTC)Firstly, akhskjdgh map! I've coloured in some myself, to keep track, and yours is on the dot! As for battle sites in the Middle east, they're dotted around the place, mostly in Jordan and Syria, some in Saudi Arabia. Basically, dotted around Israel. Yes, Switzerland is neutral. The world would end if he wasn't.
Secondly, glad you liked the bit with Finland and Russia. ^^ I was going for coldness and chilly imagery, putting them in a blizzard and all. (Palestine actually doesn't like France too much because he could have stopped England giving all his land away so yeah. He has no issues with shoving a gun in France's face.)
OKAY I SWEAR TO GOD I'M DONE TORMENTING NI
for now.The Baltics are so not putting up with Russia's shit again. Whether this goes well for them or not....
He will, oh he will sing it eventually, it's just too good an opportunity to waste.
Former Soviets: Belarus is being held back by her government's indecision to get into the war (not that it will stop her for long. She needs to help brother and then they can be marriedmarriedmarried.) Ukraine has been told to stay the hell away from Russia, but again, that's probably going to hold up as long as the Baltics do. (HAVE FUN IN KIEV!) Vietnam's like "oh hell naw, not fighting that stupid American bastard again". She's out until further notice. America is not going to be happy if Cuba joins Russia's side, but Cuba and Canada are also pretty chummy so... he's between a rock and a hard place.
Okay, everyone else in Africa apart from Sudan
and maybe Somaliahave told the world to screw off, they have their own internal issues. Also, I have no idea how Africa works, being the Western idiot that I am. It's a big orange blob in my head until you hit Egypt or South Africa. As such I have no idea of the political leanings of each individual country. So I cheated. But for the sake of the map, Ireland was talking about the former British Colonies.That way I can screw all of Africa over later if I want, when the former French colonies become not-so-neutral due to the corruption of France's government. <3<3333 I like your long comments, they help me sort out where the hell everyone's going.
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Date: 2010-02-27 04:32 pm (UTC)You know, I was going to say exactly the same but forgot. xD
Fuck the character limit. ♥ Join the
darktl;dr side~And oh, I get it perfectly why Palestine wouldn't like France. Not to mention France and Israel pretty much made their nuclear weapons together. Though as far as I've understood correctly, France isn't that chummy with Israel anymore, actually being almost anti-Israel during De Gaulle's time, now trying to take the neutral way in things. But I've gotten the impression that whenever Israel does something fishy, France is the first one to object among Europeans.
How's Lebanon, btw? I'd imagine they'd be with NWO like the others but you didn't actually mention them yet.
Yay for Baltics fighting back and yay for BitUSSR. 8Db
And yeah, your points about Belarus, Ukraine, Vietnam and Cuba make lots of sense. And probably Africa too. xD; They do have enough problems as it is... N-Africa MIGHT be at least supporting/leaning towards NWO but I don't think they have much resources to actually fight or give other help... or well, I don't really know, I'm mostly guessing. Somalia is a bit tricky atm because it's really like... almost separated into three different areas that are all fighting each other, as far as I know. Of course they might have ended up with only one party in power by the time of these events.
... And I don't really know much about Africa either but I've lately been trying to fix that. orz
Back to Middle-East though... We're missing... well Lebanon who I already mentioned, Qatar, Kuwait, Bahrain, Yemen and Oman who I have no idea about and Pakistan... Hm, I guess Pakistan wouldn't really have interest in all this unless India joins the actual fighting.
And I think that's all the areas I wanted to ask about for now. xD; A-and yay, I'm glad you like them. \o/;;; I like writing them.
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Date: 2010-02-27 03:21 pm (UTC)