Family Ties [Part 27]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Germany, N.Italy, Lithuania, England, Wales, New Zealand and Australia.
Rating: 15?
Warnings: Knowledge of the Navy that I obtained from my half-senile grandpa, Italy having a smart moment.
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.
Germany tried knocking on the door for the third time. The winter wind blew snow in sideways, and he'd had to kick a snow drift out of the way just to get to the door. This, and the fact it was taking much too long to open the door, was what had him worried. "Lithuania!" He finally resorted to calling. "You called me over here, now open up!"
Something in the door clicked, and finally it opened a fraction. Lithuania peered out uncertainly, then opened the door once he saw who it was.
"Oh, it's just you, Germany." he sighed. Large bags under his eyes detailed how he hadn't been sleeping properly. "I thought you might have been..."
"Russia?" Germany finished the trailed off sentence, nodding gravely. "My brother told me you were worried."
"Germany~! I brought the pizza!" Feliciano popped up out of nowhere, brandishing pizza boxes emblazoned with the Pizza Hut label. "Ve, don't be fooled by the boxes, I made them myself!"
Toris gave a short, half-surprised laugh, stepping aside to let them in the hallway. "Come in, it's cold outside."
It was quite cold inside too; though there was an electric heater in the living room where Lithuania lead them to. He sat both his guests on the sofa, where Veneciano curled up next to Germany for warmth, making the blonde blush heavily and clear his throat. Lithuania wondered out to the kitchen to make some coffee.
"Milk, sugar?"
"Ah, just milk please."
"Milk and two sugars, per favore!"
It ended up that Feliciano didn't even drink his coffee because it was instant ("Maybe he's still used to making it for America?"), but the mugs made good hand warmers. Despite this and the proximity of Lithuania's seat to the radiator, the Baltic Nation didn't seem to be warming up.
"You asked us over because you were worried about security, correct?" Germany began.
"Mm." Lithuania tried to shuffle even closer to the heat source. "He's not being very subtle about how close he's patrolling his soldiers near my borders." He shivered slightly. "It's like having a constant draft. He's letting me know that at any time-" a shake of the head. "I've upped the security, but it's still not quite enough."
"Ve, I don't like strip searches." Italy pouted. "It took aaaaages to get through border control." Lithuania looked sheepish.
"I'm sorry about that." Toris was the kind of person it was hard to be angry with, even if Feliciano had been that way inclined. "But I think my paranoia is somewhat... justifiable." His eyes darted briefly to the windows, the doors and any dark corners. It was like he expected Russia himself just to pop out of nowhere. "I don't think I've seen my brothers in months; they're avoiding me."
Germany remained silently thoughtful for a moment as Italy abandoned his coffee in favour of the pizza. "Well, I can certainly convince the others to send in the peacekeeping army, if only to bolster your own defenses." he said, declining with his hand when Feliciano offered him a slice of pizza. "Though, thinking about what's happened to Finland, Russia's just looking to start fights at this point."
"He wants to use the winter." Lithuania's shaking was just shy of Latvia's levels on a good day. "But the Nord5 aren't afraid of using it to their own advantage either." He rubbed his cold-reddened fingers together in a vain attempt to warm them. "I don't see why they don't just join with the WDF full stop and create a supergroup."
"Ve, isn't it because they just want Russia to stop being scary to Finland and leave them alone so they can go back to being neutral?" Italy chirped around a mouthful of food.
The other two stared in silence.
'When did he get smart?!' was the simultaneous thought that flashed through both Nation's brains.
"Ve?"
Germany cleared his throat. "Nevermind. Anyway, the WDF have sent forces to help regardless, and England is at least having fun with naval battles, last I heard."
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"Starboard!"
"All hands steady!"
The explosion rocked the deck sideways, tossing those who were stupid enough not to grab hold of something to the ground. England stood braced against the base of a gun turret that rapidly returned fire from the torpedo strike. "Report!" he yelled over the noise. A deckhand slid to attention.
"Only minor damage to the paintwork, sir!" he saluted, one hand still on some rigging. "They missed!"
"Couldn't aim for toffee!" Captain Kirkland laughed. "Keep her moving lads, they won't stop our advance to Helsinki!" The sailors cheered and went back to their jobs. Wales shook his head at his younger brother's antics.
"I'm pretty sure it's just the dazzle paint working, Art." he commented over the roar of gunfire and ocean waves. "That, and our signal scramblers have their radar going doolally."
"Ah, don't be a spoilsport, Darren!" England laughed, clapping him on the back jovially. The Nation always looked happier when at sea, the ice-cold ocean air whipping his hair back and crusting salt on his skin. Regardless, Wales couldn't help feeling a little miffed that he was the one being called the spoil sport.
"Just because this is the first time in twenty years you've captained a ship with real people on it-"
"Captain!" called a deck hand, rushing over to hand England a piece of paper. "We've received intelligence from Ireland's fly-over forces." England scanned the document. "They've engaged in combat, sir."
"Dismissed." England said absently, going back to read in more detail as the sailor left. "Trust Aine to go dog-fighting within the first few days." he murmured with a strange sort of half affection, half exasperation.
Wales read over his shoulder, whistling low at the specs on the planes that they'd gathered. "She was right to be excited over her competition though."
"I'll trust her to handle it." England was frowning. He read faster than Wales and had gotten to the less hopeful news nearer the bottom. "The front lines have been pushed back much further than we thought. They have the capital, and God only knows what that's done to Tino."
"But Tino's civilians had time to arm themselves, unlike North." Wales tapped the bottom of the sheet. "So he's not lost yet."
England folded the paper and put it in his pocket. "The rest of the Nord5 will have their backup forces armed and moving out as soon as Switzerland ships their supplies. The man's making a mint on this." He turned on his heel and ducked inside the ship, the sound of the wind replaced by the grind of machinery. "And then we won't be needed here so much. Spreading our forces too far would be foolish, especially with the borders on home turf to protect as well, but..." he paused. "I worry for Kiku. The last message we got from Brooke was a few days ago and since then someone's been scrambling them as they cross the Pacific."
Wales smiled. "Ah, don't worry about that." He kept in step with his brother. "I'm sure some certain people are working on fixing those problems as we speak."
---
"A-achoo!" sneezed New Zealand. Australia paused halfway in to the cockpit.
"Dust in your helmet, sis?" he chuckled. Katherine sniffed.
"Mexico's meeting us half way and I'm not being late. Now shut up and get in the plane." she grinned. It was eerily similar to Scotland's. "We have a Communist Ocean Blockade to clear."
Notes"
- GUH LONG CHAPTER.
- I figure Russia's forces lurking near the borders would be akin to having someone hold a fan blowing cold air next to your neck for ever. I think too hard about these things.
- Dazzle Paint - a precaution developed in the First World War to avoid being hit by manually targeted torpedos. The paint is designed to throw off where a person thinks the front, back, or wherever they want to hit on the ship is. This is in addition to radar scramblers, which work by creating an area of warmth that messes with radar around the ship/submarine/wtfever.
- Switzerland, holding the time honoured tradition of staying as firmly neutral as possible, is following his second most time honoured tradition of selling weapons and soldiers to absolutely everyone. This is why the Swiss are extremely rich and have a very stable economy; no matter who is fighting, they win.
Part 28
Characters (in this chapter): Germany, N.Italy, Lithuania, England, Wales, New Zealand and Australia.
Rating: 15?
Warnings: Knowledge of the Navy that I obtained from my half-senile grandpa, Italy having a smart moment.
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.
Germany tried knocking on the door for the third time. The winter wind blew snow in sideways, and he'd had to kick a snow drift out of the way just to get to the door. This, and the fact it was taking much too long to open the door, was what had him worried. "Lithuania!" He finally resorted to calling. "You called me over here, now open up!"
Something in the door clicked, and finally it opened a fraction. Lithuania peered out uncertainly, then opened the door once he saw who it was.
"Oh, it's just you, Germany." he sighed. Large bags under his eyes detailed how he hadn't been sleeping properly. "I thought you might have been..."
"Russia?" Germany finished the trailed off sentence, nodding gravely. "My brother told me you were worried."
"Germany~! I brought the pizza!" Feliciano popped up out of nowhere, brandishing pizza boxes emblazoned with the Pizza Hut label. "Ve, don't be fooled by the boxes, I made them myself!"
Toris gave a short, half-surprised laugh, stepping aside to let them in the hallway. "Come in, it's cold outside."
It was quite cold inside too; though there was an electric heater in the living room where Lithuania lead them to. He sat both his guests on the sofa, where Veneciano curled up next to Germany for warmth, making the blonde blush heavily and clear his throat. Lithuania wondered out to the kitchen to make some coffee.
"Milk, sugar?"
"Ah, just milk please."
"Milk and two sugars, per favore!"
It ended up that Feliciano didn't even drink his coffee because it was instant ("Maybe he's still used to making it for America?"), but the mugs made good hand warmers. Despite this and the proximity of Lithuania's seat to the radiator, the Baltic Nation didn't seem to be warming up.
"You asked us over because you were worried about security, correct?" Germany began.
"Mm." Lithuania tried to shuffle even closer to the heat source. "He's not being very subtle about how close he's patrolling his soldiers near my borders." He shivered slightly. "It's like having a constant draft. He's letting me know that at any time-" a shake of the head. "I've upped the security, but it's still not quite enough."
"Ve, I don't like strip searches." Italy pouted. "It took aaaaages to get through border control." Lithuania looked sheepish.
"I'm sorry about that." Toris was the kind of person it was hard to be angry with, even if Feliciano had been that way inclined. "But I think my paranoia is somewhat... justifiable." His eyes darted briefly to the windows, the doors and any dark corners. It was like he expected Russia himself just to pop out of nowhere. "I don't think I've seen my brothers in months; they're avoiding me."
Germany remained silently thoughtful for a moment as Italy abandoned his coffee in favour of the pizza. "Well, I can certainly convince the others to send in the peacekeeping army, if only to bolster your own defenses." he said, declining with his hand when Feliciano offered him a slice of pizza. "Though, thinking about what's happened to Finland, Russia's just looking to start fights at this point."
"He wants to use the winter." Lithuania's shaking was just shy of Latvia's levels on a good day. "But the Nord5 aren't afraid of using it to their own advantage either." He rubbed his cold-reddened fingers together in a vain attempt to warm them. "I don't see why they don't just join with the WDF full stop and create a supergroup."
"Ve, isn't it because they just want Russia to stop being scary to Finland and leave them alone so they can go back to being neutral?" Italy chirped around a mouthful of food.
The other two stared in silence.
'When did he get smart?!' was the simultaneous thought that flashed through both Nation's brains.
"Ve?"
Germany cleared his throat. "Nevermind. Anyway, the WDF have sent forces to help regardless, and England is at least having fun with naval battles, last I heard."
---
"Starboard!"
"All hands steady!"
The explosion rocked the deck sideways, tossing those who were stupid enough not to grab hold of something to the ground. England stood braced against the base of a gun turret that rapidly returned fire from the torpedo strike. "Report!" he yelled over the noise. A deckhand slid to attention.
"Only minor damage to the paintwork, sir!" he saluted, one hand still on some rigging. "They missed!"
"Couldn't aim for toffee!" Captain Kirkland laughed. "Keep her moving lads, they won't stop our advance to Helsinki!" The sailors cheered and went back to their jobs. Wales shook his head at his younger brother's antics.
"I'm pretty sure it's just the dazzle paint working, Art." he commented over the roar of gunfire and ocean waves. "That, and our signal scramblers have their radar going doolally."
"Ah, don't be a spoilsport, Darren!" England laughed, clapping him on the back jovially. The Nation always looked happier when at sea, the ice-cold ocean air whipping his hair back and crusting salt on his skin. Regardless, Wales couldn't help feeling a little miffed that he was the one being called the spoil sport.
"Just because this is the first time in twenty years you've captained a ship with real people on it-"
"Captain!" called a deck hand, rushing over to hand England a piece of paper. "We've received intelligence from Ireland's fly-over forces." England scanned the document. "They've engaged in combat, sir."
"Dismissed." England said absently, going back to read in more detail as the sailor left. "Trust Aine to go dog-fighting within the first few days." he murmured with a strange sort of half affection, half exasperation.
Wales read over his shoulder, whistling low at the specs on the planes that they'd gathered. "She was right to be excited over her competition though."
"I'll trust her to handle it." England was frowning. He read faster than Wales and had gotten to the less hopeful news nearer the bottom. "The front lines have been pushed back much further than we thought. They have the capital, and God only knows what that's done to Tino."
"But Tino's civilians had time to arm themselves, unlike North." Wales tapped the bottom of the sheet. "So he's not lost yet."
England folded the paper and put it in his pocket. "The rest of the Nord5 will have their backup forces armed and moving out as soon as Switzerland ships their supplies. The man's making a mint on this." He turned on his heel and ducked inside the ship, the sound of the wind replaced by the grind of machinery. "And then we won't be needed here so much. Spreading our forces too far would be foolish, especially with the borders on home turf to protect as well, but..." he paused. "I worry for Kiku. The last message we got from Brooke was a few days ago and since then someone's been scrambling them as they cross the Pacific."
Wales smiled. "Ah, don't worry about that." He kept in step with his brother. "I'm sure some certain people are working on fixing those problems as we speak."
---
"A-achoo!" sneezed New Zealand. Australia paused halfway in to the cockpit.
"Dust in your helmet, sis?" he chuckled. Katherine sniffed.
"Mexico's meeting us half way and I'm not being late. Now shut up and get in the plane." she grinned. It was eerily similar to Scotland's. "We have a Communist Ocean Blockade to clear."
Notes"
- GUH LONG CHAPTER.
- I figure Russia's forces lurking near the borders would be akin to having someone hold a fan blowing cold air next to your neck for ever. I think too hard about these things.
- Dazzle Paint - a precaution developed in the First World War to avoid being hit by manually targeted torpedos. The paint is designed to throw off where a person thinks the front, back, or wherever they want to hit on the ship is. This is in addition to radar scramblers, which work by creating an area of warmth that messes with radar around the ship/submarine/wtfever.
- Switzerland, holding the time honoured tradition of staying as firmly neutral as possible, is following his second most time honoured tradition of selling weapons and soldiers to absolutely everyone. This is why the Swiss are extremely rich and have a very stable economy; no matter who is fighting, they win.
Part 28
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Date: 2010-03-23 12:02 am (UTC)Switzerland always wins.
Anyway, the Nordics should just let the WDF come in and clear the other forces out. It's not like they have any intentions of occupying anyone, the WDF is the response to Russia's advances, not the offending initial attackers. This might cause even more problems with Russia's side down the road, however.
Also I'm dying to see Alfred show up on one of his huge aircraft carriers. Those things are freaking massive. They're like army bases at sea. xD
Am I first like usual?
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Date: 2010-03-23 12:07 am (UTC)Still nervously waiting for that other shoe to drop on Poland though.
LOL...oh Switzerland how I love thee and your special brand of neutrality. Sell to everyone but if they dare turn them on you or Lichtenstein then their ass is grass.
Speaking of rich nation's...I can't remember if you mentioned him but have you said what Austria is up to? I assume he's aligned with Germany but...I can't remember if you said for sure.
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Date: 2010-03-23 01:03 am (UTC)My god.
England, you are definitely best while on the seas. Bahaha, Italy's so cute. Oh but poor Liet. DD8 It's okay, Russia terrifies everyone. It's a perfectly normal response to look over your shoulder constantly. Because he might be there the next time.
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Date: 2010-03-23 07:48 am (UTC).....what I want to know is where Italy even got his hands on pizza hut boxes ahaha. Now that's espionage. :|a And ;dlfk he's totally capable of having a smart moment okay. I'm sure of it. Don't worry Liet, you're going to be okay.
It's Poland you should worry about.And hnnnngh the Nord5. Australia. KICK SOME ARSE GUYS. \o/ Meanwhile Switzerland is sitting pretty, counting his money. |D AAAAAAH I LOVE THIS.
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Date: 2010-03-23 10:52 am (UTC)And 'Captain Kirkland' makes me giggle, in a very dorky way.
Rescue Finland! Rescue Finland! The Scandinavians should just revert to their Viking ways and storm Russia's house!
Also poor Liet...
It's ALWAYS 'Poor Liet'(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-23 03:28 pm (UTC)Ch24: Okay, firstly, it's Raivis, right? Not Ravis. But yaaay, Estonia~♥ And yay Latvia too, but Estonia is just so one of my favourites. He's so cool here too. <3 Though I had hoped he would have sided against Russia after all, but it works like this too. Damn that scene was intense... And baww the two of them trying to protect Liet.
Oh yeah and there's a typo here: Because poor little Lavtia is so,” the knife pressed deeper, “so,” deeper, “so easy to crush.”
- Weirdly enough, Estonia and Finland are more closely related than the Baltics. But for the sake of plot and the fact that in canon they have their own seperate groups, Tino and Eduard are cousins.
Yup, that's true... Or well, I think Lithuania and Latvia are pretty closely related but Estonia is totally different, he gets lumped together with them more because of location than anything else. The Balts, who Latvia and Liet descend from, were a people related to the Slavs. Estonia and Finland then again are descended from the Finnic peoples who came from the east a bit later (I think?) and were probably originally more Central Asian than European but by now we've mixed with the other Nordics and Baltics and Russians so much that it doesn't show at all anymore except in some genetic studies, idk really. So, we are related to our neighbours, of course, we just have different origins and totally different languages. */rambling* (Oh yeah and you probably know already but we're most probably distantly related to Hungarians too yay. We apparently have some similar genetic diseases that aren't found in other Europeans. xD)
I sort of figured that Estonia is the "adopted" Baltic brother. And Finland and Estonia know they are somehow related but aren't sure how exactly so they might as well call each other cousins. (Makes sense to me. *shrug*)
But I think Estonia's ACTUAL brother/sister would be Võru (=South-Estonia) and Finland's Karelia (=former East-Finland which Russia snatched for himself)no wait, okay I'm not going there. Ahem. Sorry, I'm a Finnish filology major and I study Estonian too, I just can't help myself sometimes.Ch25: Ahahaha, Australia's house and its ridiculously scary nature. ♥ I love it even though I probably wouldn't dare to go there either... Oh and NZ with a shepherding cane is my new headcanon, btw. For some reason I immediately thought of the Tiffany Aching series by Terry Pratchett. Probably because it has the most badass shepherdesses ever.
Btw, I just thought that if someone dared to attack Aussie in his own house it'd be Japan, the old ninja that he is.
And omigod those rugby players. Is that awesome or what. O.O
Ch26: You have a thing about waking charas up in the middle of the night, don't you? And eee~ Afghanistan. God, Afuganisu-tan has just spoiled me so totally, nowadays everytime I think of the country, I just think of the adorkable little bunch of fail she is. And I wanna give her a hug.
Typo! "Muna? Are you alight?"
ldkjhlkdgjhgskjh ouch, Tajikistan. o__o Holy fuck, Middle-East, you're getting way too creepy. Aaaand talking about creepy, C-China... uhm.... you're not being very cute at all. ó________ò;;;;; Yay for Scot and Fra putting up a fight anyway. Small ways of being badass ftw. Small but, definitely not an easy one. *shudder* God, the things people do to other people... I just can't even... imagine... how they can do those things... *still kinda enjoying having her favourite charas tortured ahem*
I seriously didn't know about India and Afghanistan being in such good terms. :O That's so cool! ♥
And now you made me look up Chinese torture methods. >___>;;
- Notes are longer than fic. Only in Hetalia. orz
Indeed. xD *just had to quote that because it's just too true*
... but then again, was anyone surprised?
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Date: 2010-06-10 06:05 pm (UTC)Bwahahaha! This is even better than George Friedman's 'The Next 100 Years' (that book is so America-centric, you wouldn't believe it).
Oh, Switzerland, you always-winning-yet-never-fighting party you. <3
And Arthur in the ocean is just pure YES. YES.
I hope Poland comes in soon, 'cause he would make this even awesomer than it already is.