Family Ties [Part 34]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Norway, Denmark, Canada, America, England, Portugal, Ireland.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Swearing, but other than that... nothing. Wait, what?
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.
"Norge, left!" Denmark skidded through the mud to hide behind a farmhouse wall. Norway whirled around where he was and shot down three men. Spring made the ground slippery and slick with mud, but the northern Nations dealt with it as an advantage rather than an obstacle. The beginnings of summer had hardened the top soil into a deceptively easy terrain, though underneath still lay the thick mud that trapped heels.
"Thirty miles to the border, if we keep driving them back and then fortify the defenses-" Denmark was rambling, so Norway blocked him out.
"Where's Sverige?" he talked over his friend, the both of them running out from behind the barn and chasing down fleeing soldiers.
"With Finland, far as I remember. Holed up back in Helsinki with the kid." One of the few NWO left got brave and attempted to come up behind Norway with a hand-knife. "Duck!" the Dane grinned, wrenching out a wood-axe from a tree stump and tossing it at the soldier's head. With a loud thunk it landed, comically sticking out like some kind of novelty toy, as he fell backward. Norway didn't even bother to look.
Denmark pouted slightly. "I miss being able to do that. Though my axe was bigger."
The shorter Nation rolled his eyes signaling to one of his fairies to come over. "Inform England that we're almost at Imatra. If he can end the fight in the Baltic sea then he should do so." The fairy nodded, nipped the end of his nose affectionately, and flew off. "Stop giving me that look."
Denmark raised his hands defensively. "What look? I wasn't giving you a look."
"You were."
"If I was, would you believe me if I said it wasn't the one where I think you're crazy but instead I was checking out how hot you look with all that blood all over you and stuff?"
"No."
"Damn."
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Ah, this truly had been the best side of the war to choose to fight on, Portugal concluded.
"And that's when Mattie totally lost his shit!" America gestured wildly to the rest of the WDF, who looked on in varying degrees of amusement and annoyance. "He practically rips the hatch open and tosses like three men out to be shot by the rest of the squad and then there's this one dude who had a gun, but Matt just takes the gun out of this guy's hands and starts beating the ever lovin' shit out of him!"
Canada flushed, embarressed. "It wasn't that cool-"
"All he did was run over a beaver in his tank and bam! He unleashed the infamous Canadian Hockey Rage!" Alfred pulled his brother into a headlock and gave him a playful noogie.
"Ow ow ow! Get off!"
"Oh geez, he's going for me next!"
"If you're done, America." Arthur interrupted, though Gabriel could see the telltale signs that his husband was enjoying this a lot more than he thought he should be. Just the slightest crease around the eyes, the very firm set of the lips so he wouldn't smile. "We do in fact have other things to discuss in this meeting."
Pouting, America released his brother and sat down. "You're such a kill joy Iggy."
"Go play with Brazil if you want to mess around." England said dismissively, sifting through papers though not actually looking for anything. Honestly, the airs he would put on. It just made him all the more adorable. "I need to call up India and see how she's getting on. Fortifying borders and stockpiling weapons won't be enough to keep the NWO out for long."
"Hey, at least that thing with Finland's nearly over with." America pointed out. "Man, I'm such a hero."
"You did bugger all to help with that one. It was my naval ships that were the real help."
"Like hell, my stealth ops were super awesome."
"Thirteen men does not equal the might of an entire fleet."
"Does when the thirteen men kill two hundred Russians on the first week."
"Alright, let's not fight." Portugal cut in before things could get out of hand. England was already on his feet and restrained from going to smack America because of the firm grip Portugal had on the back of his shirt.
Ireland entered through the back door, shaking her hair out from where it had been piled on top of her head under her pilot helmet. The summer sun highlighted all the stray strands that stuck to the visor. "What's up?"
"They're arguing over who did the most work in the fighting in Finland."
Ireland grinned. "Me. There, argument over."
Nobody seemed to want to argue with her when she was wielding her helmet like she would throw it at the first nay-sayer. Instead, Canada sniggered quietly and left the room, shaking his head, while Portugal tugged on England's shirt to make him sit back down.
"Back to discussing other things." the Iberian Nation began, tapping a few things on the keyboard to bring up a map. "Brazil's been trying to get Peru, Bolivia, Chile and so on to at the very least fund the war effort. Many are already crossing the borders to sign up to the Brazillian army as it is, though the government refuses to comment." He sighed slightly. "My brother is similarly undecided, as ever."
"We appreciate whatever you can do for us, Gab." England said, laying a hand on Portugal's in an attempt at comfort. Out of the corner of the dark haired Nation's eye, he could see America bristle. Oh, so that's how it was. He smiled.
"I'll try my best for you, amor." A quick kiss on the forehead, and America went red.
"I've finished developing the hand-held-sun bomb thingies." he said pridefully. "They're all tested and ready to go. I'll give your guys some too, Iggy."
England blinked. "Well, that's probably a good idea. Jolly good then."
America beamed, then sent a sly smirk at Portugal when England's back was turned. Portugal returned it.
Oh it was on now.
Notes:
- Sorta like a mini-time skip here. It's now about end of May, start of June.
- Imatra is a city in Finland, quite close to the Russian border. I don't actually know if it's 30 miles exactly or not but whatever, I can't find maps that accurate.
- Ships, what ships I see no ships I swear this is still not a shipping fic you guys- ah, who am I kidding?
- Light hearted chapter for you. <3 It won't last.
Part 35
Characters (in this chapter): Norway, Denmark, Canada, America, England, Portugal, Ireland.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Swearing, but other than that... nothing. Wait, what?
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.
"Norge, left!" Denmark skidded through the mud to hide behind a farmhouse wall. Norway whirled around where he was and shot down three men. Spring made the ground slippery and slick with mud, but the northern Nations dealt with it as an advantage rather than an obstacle. The beginnings of summer had hardened the top soil into a deceptively easy terrain, though underneath still lay the thick mud that trapped heels.
"Thirty miles to the border, if we keep driving them back and then fortify the defenses-" Denmark was rambling, so Norway blocked him out.
"Where's Sverige?" he talked over his friend, the both of them running out from behind the barn and chasing down fleeing soldiers.
"With Finland, far as I remember. Holed up back in Helsinki with the kid." One of the few NWO left got brave and attempted to come up behind Norway with a hand-knife. "Duck!" the Dane grinned, wrenching out a wood-axe from a tree stump and tossing it at the soldier's head. With a loud thunk it landed, comically sticking out like some kind of novelty toy, as he fell backward. Norway didn't even bother to look.
Denmark pouted slightly. "I miss being able to do that. Though my axe was bigger."
The shorter Nation rolled his eyes signaling to one of his fairies to come over. "Inform England that we're almost at Imatra. If he can end the fight in the Baltic sea then he should do so." The fairy nodded, nipped the end of his nose affectionately, and flew off. "Stop giving me that look."
Denmark raised his hands defensively. "What look? I wasn't giving you a look."
"You were."
"If I was, would you believe me if I said it wasn't the one where I think you're crazy but instead I was checking out how hot you look with all that blood all over you and stuff?"
"No."
"Damn."
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Ah, this truly had been the best side of the war to choose to fight on, Portugal concluded.
"And that's when Mattie totally lost his shit!" America gestured wildly to the rest of the WDF, who looked on in varying degrees of amusement and annoyance. "He practically rips the hatch open and tosses like three men out to be shot by the rest of the squad and then there's this one dude who had a gun, but Matt just takes the gun out of this guy's hands and starts beating the ever lovin' shit out of him!"
Canada flushed, embarressed. "It wasn't that cool-"
"All he did was run over a beaver in his tank and bam! He unleashed the infamous Canadian Hockey Rage!" Alfred pulled his brother into a headlock and gave him a playful noogie.
"Ow ow ow! Get off!"
"Oh geez, he's going for me next!"
"If you're done, America." Arthur interrupted, though Gabriel could see the telltale signs that his husband was enjoying this a lot more than he thought he should be. Just the slightest crease around the eyes, the very firm set of the lips so he wouldn't smile. "We do in fact have other things to discuss in this meeting."
Pouting, America released his brother and sat down. "You're such a kill joy Iggy."
"Go play with Brazil if you want to mess around." England said dismissively, sifting through papers though not actually looking for anything. Honestly, the airs he would put on. It just made him all the more adorable. "I need to call up India and see how she's getting on. Fortifying borders and stockpiling weapons won't be enough to keep the NWO out for long."
"Hey, at least that thing with Finland's nearly over with." America pointed out. "Man, I'm such a hero."
"You did bugger all to help with that one. It was my naval ships that were the real help."
"Like hell, my stealth ops were super awesome."
"Thirteen men does not equal the might of an entire fleet."
"Does when the thirteen men kill two hundred Russians on the first week."
"Alright, let's not fight." Portugal cut in before things could get out of hand. England was already on his feet and restrained from going to smack America because of the firm grip Portugal had on the back of his shirt.
Ireland entered through the back door, shaking her hair out from where it had been piled on top of her head under her pilot helmet. The summer sun highlighted all the stray strands that stuck to the visor. "What's up?"
"They're arguing over who did the most work in the fighting in Finland."
Ireland grinned. "Me. There, argument over."
Nobody seemed to want to argue with her when she was wielding her helmet like she would throw it at the first nay-sayer. Instead, Canada sniggered quietly and left the room, shaking his head, while Portugal tugged on England's shirt to make him sit back down.
"Back to discussing other things." the Iberian Nation began, tapping a few things on the keyboard to bring up a map. "Brazil's been trying to get Peru, Bolivia, Chile and so on to at the very least fund the war effort. Many are already crossing the borders to sign up to the Brazillian army as it is, though the government refuses to comment." He sighed slightly. "My brother is similarly undecided, as ever."
"We appreciate whatever you can do for us, Gab." England said, laying a hand on Portugal's in an attempt at comfort. Out of the corner of the dark haired Nation's eye, he could see America bristle. Oh, so that's how it was. He smiled.
"I'll try my best for you, amor." A quick kiss on the forehead, and America went red.
"I've finished developing the hand-held-sun bomb thingies." he said pridefully. "They're all tested and ready to go. I'll give your guys some too, Iggy."
England blinked. "Well, that's probably a good idea. Jolly good then."
America beamed, then sent a sly smirk at Portugal when England's back was turned. Portugal returned it.
Oh it was on now.
Notes:
- Sorta like a mini-time skip here. It's now about end of May, start of June.
- Imatra is a city in Finland, quite close to the Russian border. I don't actually know if it's 30 miles exactly or not but whatever, I can't find maps that accurate.
- Ships, what ships I see no ships I swear this is still not a shipping fic you guys- ah, who am I kidding?
- Light hearted chapter for you. <3 It won't last.
Part 35
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Date: 2010-04-10 11:36 pm (UTC)"I'll try my best for you, amor." A quick kiss on the forehead, and America went red.
I squeed then Lol'd. Hard.
Because England as the woman caught in the middle is hilarious.
Also, gotta avenge the beavers, eh Mattie?
... *lols some more* Although, the thought of just killing some guy by beating him over the head with his own gun is like whomg badass. So is axe killing. Way to go Denmark. :V
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Date: 2010-04-11 12:38 am (UTC)This chapter was fantastic! Den/Nor! (Don't worry, Denmark, Gar!Norway is indeed fucking awesome.) England/Port! (Oh Portugal. You and America... *goes back to cracking up*)
And oh, Mattie. FUCK YES. KILL THOSE NATURE-DESTROYERS! GET 'EM!
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Date: 2010-04-11 03:31 am (UTC)Oh man poor oblivious England. Though perhaps...not so oblivious after all...he's a sneaky bastard I can see him riling them both up because he loves the attention. ;-)
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Date: 2010-04-11 04:21 am (UTC)Why do you update so much when I'm having a shitty week with exams >(? Anyway, ILU <3333 -is fangirling this update too-
And, replying
latethe last comment, GOD XDD I loved the drabble! <3 Aw, Boliviaaa -random- And well, speaking of the south american countries, we, the latin fans of hetalia, made fanmade characters for our countries :Dwe have a comm exclusively for us and there we try to conquer the world with the power of ñ ok noHere are pics for the ones you mentioned in this part <3
Bolivia (Julio): http://i308.photobucket.com/albums/kk352/riot_of_flowers/Fichas%20Tecnicas/bolikun.jpg
Perú (Miguel): http://i308.photobucket.com/albums/kk352/riot_of_flowers/Fichas%20Tecnicas/peruchan.jpg
Chile (Manuel): http://i308.photobucket.com/albums/kk352/riot_of_flowers/Fichas%20Tecnicas/man.jpg
And well, I guess you know him, but still 8D Brasil (Luciano): http://i308.photobucket.com/albums/kk352/riot_of_flowers/Fichas%20Tecnicas/brakun.jpg
In brackets are the names we chose for them and about relationships, in a real way well... First, a bit of history |D
Perú and Bolivia are countries with similar history, we had a mancommunity in the past and a secret treaty of mutual protect that lead us to the war of the Pacific with Chile oTL
Well, Bolivia and Chile started the war, then Perú came for helping Bolivia but the country retreated (...) and so we had to fight alone xDu The chilean army took our capital, Lima, and went very far, till Cajamarca that is in the north of our country.
War ended and so, Bolivia lost access to the ocean and Perú lost forever Tarapacá and the territories of Arica and Tacna for 10 years, then we should have a plesbicite in both cities, asking which country they prefered, but this didn't happen and 50 years after the war, Tacna comes back for us and Arica remains as part of Chile forever.
This was somehow crucial for actual relationships. Bolivia is always demanding access for the sea, but Perú and Chile don't agree in how to make that possible. Then, some of the peruvian citizens hate the chilean people and same with chileans, though most of them have forgotten this
and hate argentinians instead.In the fandom created by latin american fans, Perú and Bolivia are brothers, being Perú the oldest. He loooooves his little Bolivia and thinks he's very innocent and lovely, though actual presidents don't agree in political issues (Bolivia has a socialist president while ours
is anything but human /hates himcomes from a revolutionary party, but now that has the poweragainhe doesn't remember that). Also, Perú was the favourite by Spain in the colony timesyes, we were mama Antonio little angels :Dand is like, the best cheff in the placeI don't go to gourmet restaurants, I go to my grandma's home, he's friendly, pacific and doesn't have a good relationship with Chile. Finally, he's self esteem isn't very bigI understand him, our country and government is mad insidebut supports his beloved ones with all his might <3Bolivia isn't as sweet and lovely as Perú
, Paraguay and Ithinks. He's very prideful, a bit envious and clever, so he uses the situations in his favor. He doesn't relies in most of the people and because he has a strong character, he's a bit inestable and makes drastic decisions that sometimes make him look bad for the public, as a little monster (except for Perúand Paraguay and I, his love for him can't see his evil aura). He's in bad terms with Chile because of the sea's access.For Chile, he's always swearing, he's rude, prideful, but inside of him, he cares and loves his neighbors, even if they fight with him 24/7 (as they do too, insiiiiide, insiiiide of them
or with alcohol in hand. Except for the Pisco, he starts battling with Perú about who was the creator of it. And it was Perú >( /starts being peruvian).Re: LONG COMMENT WITH NOTHING RELATED TO THE UPDATE IS LONG
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Date: 2010-04-11 08:28 am (UTC);sldkf omg Mattie and his hockey rage. That's some terrifying bamf stuff right there. I was cheering the entire time. America's such a great big brother. <3 Though omg that poor beaver orz. I was caught between bawwing and laughing because I obviously watch too many cartoons and was imagining a beaver pancake orz.
The might of an entire fleet. Oh England ilu. <3 Portugal picked the right side to be on indeed. At least it's more entertaining, and in a good way. I can just imagine him still reading his notes but fisting the back of England's shirt to keep him from marching over to America.
Oh Port really, stop teasing the young ones. America is competitive enough as it is. Though thanks to him it seems as though England will inadvertently end up with more weaponry. And poor Spain. I bet if Port ever asked him he'd join just for the fact that his brother never asks favours of him ever. ;3;
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From:no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 03:48 am (UTC)hee. Picturing the Nordics sliding in the mud strategically is highly amusing. Demark is right. Norway is very good looking.
Never mess with Canada's wildlife! Or you DIE!
America is so adorable when he's jealous.
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Date: 2010-04-14 10:36 am (UTC)SvergeSverigeAnd "boarder" is a person who lives in a boarding house or goes to a boarding school. "Border" is a geographic boundary.
Denmark pouted slightly. "I miss being able to do that. Though my axe was bigger."
.... Holy shit if he ever tossed THAT axe around.
"-- but instead I was checking out how hot you look with all that blood all over you and stuff?"
Oh, the old vikings. xD
- Imatra is a city in Finland, quite close to the Russian border. I don't actually know if it's 30 miles exactly or not but whatever, I can't find maps that accurate.
I checked! :D *... didn't know where Imatra was before now orz;;;;* It's actually more like ten miles, it seems. And btw, the Danish mile is like seven times longer than the UK/US mile.
I agree with the others, America is so cute when he's jealous. <3 But I have to run now. x__x Bye. (Hehe, going to Estoniaaaa 8D (no really! *has a travel crazy family*))