Family Ties [Part 39]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Russia, Kazakhstan, China, Mongolia, France, Northern Ireland, England, Wales, Scotland, America, Canada, Mexico.
Rating: 15
Warnings: Russia is insane, nuclear weapons deployed, and the fact this was written once I had consumed a whole bottle of Smirnoff Ice.
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.
"I dunno Sasha..." Tanya hummed thoughtfully, looking into the shop window. "It's awfully expensive."
Her younger friend, however, was practically pressing her nose to the glass, pawing at it forlornly. "But Taaaaaaaanyaaaaa~!" she whined, pouting. "Summer is coming and my family are moving to Kazakhstan soon, what with dad's military job, and I want some pretty summer clothes! It's much warmer there you know." she pointed out snootily. Tanya rolled her eyes.
"Omsk isn't that cold, compared to Moscow in the winter." she said, hands in her pockets regardless as a slightly chill wind picked up. A few flower petals flew on the wind and got stuck in both the girls' dark brown hair. The people in the Omsk shopping district around them ducked their heads.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you lived there." Sasha tore her eyes away from the summery dress to look sadly at her friend. "I wish I could see it."
"Not right now you don't." Tanya frowned. "Not with all of the political debates and the protests and the riot cops."
"I suppose not... but the buildings are so pretty... and all of the shops!"
"God, you and shopping need to get married already. You've been flirting outrageously your entire lives." teasing, she rolled her eyes.
Sasha's face was grave and serious. "No way. My father would never allow me to marry someone that cheats on me with my best friend."
Tanya gaped at her. "What?!"
A wicked smirk appeared on Sasha's face. "I've seen you staring at those shoes for a while now~!"
"I- I need some new work shoes, alright?!"
"Sure you do--"
---
In a hallway in Moscow, Russia doubled over in pain.
---
Kazakhstan sat at his desk, reading document after document that demanded his immediate co-operation. Hah, like they didn't have that already, planting nukes in his land all aimed at potential enemies they hadn't even made yet-
A hot prickle raced up his back and he straightened. It burned, like he had been in the sun for too long, or had just put on a freshly ironed shirt too soon. Slowly, he turned to look out of the window.
Oh god, now what.
---
China stopped in the hallway, feeling his right arm flare up in mild discomfort. Glancing at it, it seemed almost sunburned. He drew in a deep breath through his nose, and released it in a slow sigh.
"It has begun."
---
Mongolia was used to feeling a chill from Russia's general direction, especially when he thought about the Mongol Empire for too long. A singing on the shoulder, however, was something entirely different.
His clothes were undamaged, and he hadn't been standing anywhere near a heat source. In fact, the entire situation had him a little confused, until he walked past the TV in his house and saw the smoke plume, the horrifically familiar image of a mushroom-shaped cloud.
"Oh fuck."
---
France hovered uncertainly over Northern Ireland, who had suddenly started writhing in his seat and swearing half in English, half in Irish.
"Bualadh craicinn cac son of a whore that fucking stings!" he yelled, kicking against his restraints and trying to move away from his right side, which was apparently hurting him. Pulling up the edge of Northern Ireland's shirt, France couldn't see any kind of problem, so he simply tried to hold the boy still.
"Northern Ireland, sit still, you'll actually hurt yourself!" he scolded, and nearly received a headbutt for his concerns.
"Fuck you striapach, this is probably your fault in the first pla-- Damnú air, he keeps touching it!"
---
England and Wales gaped at the screen in horror.
"No..." England breathed, not daring to blink. Even the usually energetic fae had gone dead still. "He didn't..."
Wales didn't say anything. He was too busy biting his lip to be able to.
What had they done?
---
Soldiers didn't bother to question why their commander had gone completely still and silent in the middle of what he was saying. Instead, they were soon distracted by the frantic shouting over their communicators and the barking of orders from much higher officers.
Scotland blinked the light back into his eyes for a brief enough moment to say, "Oh fucking hell." Then it was gone again.
---
America breathed heavily, staring at the satellite feed and feeling another little bit of his dignity, his integrity and his soul get eroded away.
"He started this." he muttered, fists clenched so hard he couldn't feel his fingers anymore. "This is his own fault. Not mine, his."
Canada tried to uncurl his brother's fists before he could hurt himself. Mexico just left the room in disgust.
---
"Mr Braginsky?!" shouted a startled government worker, turning various heads as the large man slumped to the floor. A few of them rose from their seats in concern, and the receptionist made her way over to him, but jumped back when he started to laugh.
It was a giggle at first, breathless from where he clutched his right side and lay folded in half on the floor. But as he rolled onto his back, it got louder, and louder, until his shrill cackles could be heard throughout the building and people poked their heads out of their offices to see what the commotion was all about.
"Ahaha!!" Russia laughed even as he writhed slightly from the searing burn that covered the right side of his torso. "Ahaha, that's better America, that is what I want!"
Everyone was quickly distracted by someone shouting to come see the television. Russia, meanwhile, stayed where he was on the floor, his hand growing sticky with blood.
"It has truly begun now, the beginning of the end is by your hand! We shall be dragged to hell together~! All of us, together!"
Notes:
- Omsk is actually quite close to the borders with Kazakhstan, China and Mongolia.
- Boom.
Part 40
Characters (in this chapter): Russia, Kazakhstan, China, Mongolia, France, Northern Ireland, England, Wales, Scotland, America, Canada, Mexico.
Rating: 15
Warnings: Russia is insane, nuclear weapons deployed, and the fact this was written once I had consumed a whole bottle of Smirnoff Ice.
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.
"I dunno Sasha..." Tanya hummed thoughtfully, looking into the shop window. "It's awfully expensive."
Her younger friend, however, was practically pressing her nose to the glass, pawing at it forlornly. "But Taaaaaaaanyaaaaa~!" she whined, pouting. "Summer is coming and my family are moving to Kazakhstan soon, what with dad's military job, and I want some pretty summer clothes! It's much warmer there you know." she pointed out snootily. Tanya rolled her eyes.
"Omsk isn't that cold, compared to Moscow in the winter." she said, hands in her pockets regardless as a slightly chill wind picked up. A few flower petals flew on the wind and got stuck in both the girls' dark brown hair. The people in the Omsk shopping district around them ducked their heads.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you lived there." Sasha tore her eyes away from the summery dress to look sadly at her friend. "I wish I could see it."
"Not right now you don't." Tanya frowned. "Not with all of the political debates and the protests and the riot cops."
"I suppose not... but the buildings are so pretty... and all of the shops!"
"God, you and shopping need to get married already. You've been flirting outrageously your entire lives." teasing, she rolled her eyes.
Sasha's face was grave and serious. "No way. My father would never allow me to marry someone that cheats on me with my best friend."
Tanya gaped at her. "What?!"
A wicked smirk appeared on Sasha's face. "I've seen you staring at those shoes for a while now~!"
"I- I need some new work shoes, alright?!"
"Sure you do--"
---
In a hallway in Moscow, Russia doubled over in pain.
---
Kazakhstan sat at his desk, reading document after document that demanded his immediate co-operation. Hah, like they didn't have that already, planting nukes in his land all aimed at potential enemies they hadn't even made yet-
A hot prickle raced up his back and he straightened. It burned, like he had been in the sun for too long, or had just put on a freshly ironed shirt too soon. Slowly, he turned to look out of the window.
Oh god, now what.
---
China stopped in the hallway, feeling his right arm flare up in mild discomfort. Glancing at it, it seemed almost sunburned. He drew in a deep breath through his nose, and released it in a slow sigh.
"It has begun."
---
Mongolia was used to feeling a chill from Russia's general direction, especially when he thought about the Mongol Empire for too long. A singing on the shoulder, however, was something entirely different.
His clothes were undamaged, and he hadn't been standing anywhere near a heat source. In fact, the entire situation had him a little confused, until he walked past the TV in his house and saw the smoke plume, the horrifically familiar image of a mushroom-shaped cloud.
"Oh fuck."
---
France hovered uncertainly over Northern Ireland, who had suddenly started writhing in his seat and swearing half in English, half in Irish.
"Bualadh craicinn cac son of a whore that fucking stings!" he yelled, kicking against his restraints and trying to move away from his right side, which was apparently hurting him. Pulling up the edge of Northern Ireland's shirt, France couldn't see any kind of problem, so he simply tried to hold the boy still.
"Northern Ireland, sit still, you'll actually hurt yourself!" he scolded, and nearly received a headbutt for his concerns.
"Fuck you striapach, this is probably your fault in the first pla-- Damnú air, he keeps touching it!"
---
England and Wales gaped at the screen in horror.
"No..." England breathed, not daring to blink. Even the usually energetic fae had gone dead still. "He didn't..."
Wales didn't say anything. He was too busy biting his lip to be able to.
What had they done?
---
Soldiers didn't bother to question why their commander had gone completely still and silent in the middle of what he was saying. Instead, they were soon distracted by the frantic shouting over their communicators and the barking of orders from much higher officers.
Scotland blinked the light back into his eyes for a brief enough moment to say, "Oh fucking hell." Then it was gone again.
---
America breathed heavily, staring at the satellite feed and feeling another little bit of his dignity, his integrity and his soul get eroded away.
"He started this." he muttered, fists clenched so hard he couldn't feel his fingers anymore. "This is his own fault. Not mine, his."
Canada tried to uncurl his brother's fists before he could hurt himself. Mexico just left the room in disgust.
---
"Mr Braginsky?!" shouted a startled government worker, turning various heads as the large man slumped to the floor. A few of them rose from their seats in concern, and the receptionist made her way over to him, but jumped back when he started to laugh.
It was a giggle at first, breathless from where he clutched his right side and lay folded in half on the floor. But as he rolled onto his back, it got louder, and louder, until his shrill cackles could be heard throughout the building and people poked their heads out of their offices to see what the commotion was all about.
"Ahaha!!" Russia laughed even as he writhed slightly from the searing burn that covered the right side of his torso. "Ahaha, that's better America, that is what I want!"
Everyone was quickly distracted by someone shouting to come see the television. Russia, meanwhile, stayed where he was on the floor, his hand growing sticky with blood.
"It has truly begun now, the beginning of the end is by your hand! We shall be dragged to hell together~! All of us, together!"
Notes:
- Omsk is actually quite close to the borders with Kazakhstan, China and Mongolia.
- Boom.
Part 40
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Date: 2010-05-03 06:56 pm (UTC)So yeah.
England obviously likes older women. >>
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Date: 2010-05-03 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-11 12:36 am (UTC)