Family Ties [Part 43]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): America, Jewish-Diaspora, France, Northern Ireland, Spain
Rating: 15
Warnings: Disturbing statistics, crazy!Spain, Russia being a creeper again.
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.
Alfred woke up with his heart racing already.
He couldn't move. His body was tucked in tightly to the bed. He wanted to move, he needed to move, he had to move or something horrible would happen, he knew it. But he couldn't move. Everything felt like lead, terror, no, restraints tying him to the mattress, nightmarish visions forcing his blood to pump around his ears in a deafening roar like he'd stood too close to a bomb as it went off-
Oh.
His heart stuttered and slowed, his breathing evening out. Oh. It happened, didn't it.
"Alfred? Can you hear me now?"
He could hear better now that his heart wasn't beating so fast, but he couldn't see without Texas.
"Alfred, we had to tie you to the bed because you kept thrashing in your sleep." that voice was familiar. Where did he know it from? "You might have hurt yourself even more, or maybe even someone else."
"Who..?" he croaked. His throat felt singed, like he'd been sick.
"Save that for your brother, not me."
Ah, it clicked. "Diaspora?"
"I said you can call me Sarah, remember?" the ancient Nation said, and America felt the familiar pressure of Texas resting on his nose again. The Jewish woman came into focus after a few blinks, a slight quirk to her lips though her forehead was set in a concerned frown. "Honestly, what the world does to each other..."
She busied herself checking various charts on the end of his bed. "Why're you here?" America asked, watching her. She paused to give him a look, brown eyes flecked with a million other colours.
"Because I'm everywhere." she stated simply, tucking a dark, curly lock of hair behind her ear. "And because you can't look after yourself like this. England and Wales are still AWOL and everyone else is trying to keep order. Well done at causing international panic by the way. I think Ludwig nearly had a conniption when he heard what happened to you and Matthew, never mind Russia's invasion of Poland."
America sat bolt upright and immediately regretted it. "Mattie! What about Mattie!? Is he okay?"
Sarah pushed him back down onto the bed. "Toronto was just obliterated, of course he's not okay, Alfred!" she scolded. "Your Chicago is gone as well. Neither of you are okay, so stay still." Ah, so that's what that numb-but-excruciatingly-painful area of his chest was.
"Sarah, come on, tell me how he is!" America pleaded. The elder Nation studied him.
"He's been critical for a few days now. Intensive care have him, but... he has a much smaller population than you do, Alfred. That's a big chunk of his people and his land, gone." her lips made a hard line when she considered her next words. "The fallout was carried to the capital by the wind too. It's unsure whether the government can hold the country together like this. At this rate, the country known as Canada could collapse."
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"Ooh, did you feel that?" chirped Northern Ireland cheerfully, acting as Russia's mouth piece again. No doubt there would be a storm of swears after this one, especially after he saw the uniform he'd been forced into.
"No, I didn't." replied France, shifting the weight of his gun on his back. The military truck they sat in the back of rumbled across the countryside. "Are you going to make me ask?"
That smile never looked natural on Russia's face, let alone stretching Éibhear's freckled cheeks. "A wave of pure hate. I suppose, since it wasn't directed at you, then you wouldn't feel it." he tapped his chin in mock thoughtfulness. "Though they were your nukes."
"Launched by your sisters." France mumbled so low he hoped it wouldn't get caught.
He was. "And hitting your little Matvey." Russia purred, enjoying the way France's shoulders stiffened at the name. "I did not get his capital though. You should thank me for that. They haven't yet developed the technology to detect our new ultra-stealth missiles. It would have been so easy... but that would end the game much too quickly."
France was going to snap something that might have gotten him killed, when the truck lurched to a halt.
"Cac!" yelped North as he fell to the floor of the vehicle, released from Russia's influence. "Son of a- where are we? What are we doing? And what the hell am I wearing, some demented school uniform?"
"We're in the north of Spain, we're heading for Portugal, and that is the uniform of a Junior Officer." France rattled off, unclipping his seat-belt and climbing out of the back to see what the hold up was. "Stay there and don't run off."
"Hah, like I could." the red head sulked.
The sun was blisteringly hot, it being nearly August now. The road was dusty, but winding down the slope of a hill that had mainly prickly bushes growing on it. Spain's land wasn't unknown to France, not at all, in general they got on quite amiably. It was a sad thing that he'd been ordered to forge a path to Portugal straight through his friend's territory like this. But Spain was neutral; no harm done, right?
The sound of several shotguns, rifles and other such weapons being cocked told him otherwise.
"Ah, mi amigo!" Spain was standing in the middle of the road, arms spread wide and welcoming though the twenty or so men that had emerged from the bushes behind him were anything but. "Long time no see, huh? You never visit any more~!"
"Désolé, Antonio, I've been busy!" Francis called back, but he felt the turbulence coming from his old ally's direction.
Even his laugh wasn't quite right. "That's a shame, I've been wanting to get you drinking with me and Gilbert again." Olive eyes switched between madness and startling calm every other second. "Send your men back home and I'll call him up, it'll be just like old times."
France shook his head. The wind cooled the sweat on his brow. "Not right now, mon ami. I'm afraid I have business with your brother. You're neutral, you don't mind letting me pass, non?"
At this, Spain sighed, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head. "Now, that is a problem." One of his men handed him a rifle, and oddly enough a mobile phone. "See, you remember how I have problems making up my mind? Or rather, how I keep changing my mind? Well," he gestured behind him. "As you can see, right now I've made up my mind not to let you through. So you'll have to leave. Maybe you should try later when I'm in the mood to deal your war mongering."
Northern Ireland appeared behind France, bringing an unnatural chill with him. "Don't think you're going to just run, France." Russia said quietly, smile frozen in place. France swallowed.
"Antonio, we're coming through whether you like it or not!"
Spain flicked open his phone. "Then it will work like this. I'll call Lovi, who will call Feli, who will call Ludwig, who will be forced out of neutrality and into kicking you off my land. ¿Comprende?"
France felt dread block his throat for a moment. He could feel Russia staring at him. The warm day wasn't so warm.
He breathed in. "Fine."
Notes:
- Toronto isn't all that far away from Ottawa. There is a realistic chance that the wind could carry the radiation up to there.
- Canada has a population of 34,082,000. Of that number, 2,503,281 live in Toronto city alone, as well as the surrounding areas.
- This is compared to America's 309,140,000 population, the city of Chicago containing 2,853,114 of that. The populations of both cities are nearly equal, but in comparison to their total impact on population in total, there is a huge difference.
- There is no real reason for Jewish-Diaspora playing nurse other than the fact that she's pretty much everywhere and I was running out of people who would look after Al if he was sick.
- NWO uniforms here for anyone who's interested in my crappy doodles. WDF uniforms on their way.
Chapter 44
Characters (in this chapter): America, Jewish-Diaspora, France, Northern Ireland, Spain
Rating: 15
Warnings: Disturbing statistics, crazy!Spain, Russia being a creeper again.
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.
Alfred woke up with his heart racing already.
He couldn't move. His body was tucked in tightly to the bed. He wanted to move, he needed to move, he had to move or something horrible would happen, he knew it. But he couldn't move. Everything felt like lead, terror, no, restraints tying him to the mattress, nightmarish visions forcing his blood to pump around his ears in a deafening roar like he'd stood too close to a bomb as it went off-
Oh.
His heart stuttered and slowed, his breathing evening out. Oh. It happened, didn't it.
"Alfred? Can you hear me now?"
He could hear better now that his heart wasn't beating so fast, but he couldn't see without Texas.
"Alfred, we had to tie you to the bed because you kept thrashing in your sleep." that voice was familiar. Where did he know it from? "You might have hurt yourself even more, or maybe even someone else."
"Who..?" he croaked. His throat felt singed, like he'd been sick.
"Save that for your brother, not me."
Ah, it clicked. "Diaspora?"
"I said you can call me Sarah, remember?" the ancient Nation said, and America felt the familiar pressure of Texas resting on his nose again. The Jewish woman came into focus after a few blinks, a slight quirk to her lips though her forehead was set in a concerned frown. "Honestly, what the world does to each other..."
She busied herself checking various charts on the end of his bed. "Why're you here?" America asked, watching her. She paused to give him a look, brown eyes flecked with a million other colours.
"Because I'm everywhere." she stated simply, tucking a dark, curly lock of hair behind her ear. "And because you can't look after yourself like this. England and Wales are still AWOL and everyone else is trying to keep order. Well done at causing international panic by the way. I think Ludwig nearly had a conniption when he heard what happened to you and Matthew, never mind Russia's invasion of Poland."
America sat bolt upright and immediately regretted it. "Mattie! What about Mattie!? Is he okay?"
Sarah pushed him back down onto the bed. "Toronto was just obliterated, of course he's not okay, Alfred!" she scolded. "Your Chicago is gone as well. Neither of you are okay, so stay still." Ah, so that's what that numb-but-excruciatingly-painful area of his chest was.
"Sarah, come on, tell me how he is!" America pleaded. The elder Nation studied him.
"He's been critical for a few days now. Intensive care have him, but... he has a much smaller population than you do, Alfred. That's a big chunk of his people and his land, gone." her lips made a hard line when she considered her next words. "The fallout was carried to the capital by the wind too. It's unsure whether the government can hold the country together like this. At this rate, the country known as Canada could collapse."
-----
"Ooh, did you feel that?" chirped Northern Ireland cheerfully, acting as Russia's mouth piece again. No doubt there would be a storm of swears after this one, especially after he saw the uniform he'd been forced into.
"No, I didn't." replied France, shifting the weight of his gun on his back. The military truck they sat in the back of rumbled across the countryside. "Are you going to make me ask?"
That smile never looked natural on Russia's face, let alone stretching Éibhear's freckled cheeks. "A wave of pure hate. I suppose, since it wasn't directed at you, then you wouldn't feel it." he tapped his chin in mock thoughtfulness. "Though they were your nukes."
"Launched by your sisters." France mumbled so low he hoped it wouldn't get caught.
He was. "And hitting your little Matvey." Russia purred, enjoying the way France's shoulders stiffened at the name. "I did not get his capital though. You should thank me for that. They haven't yet developed the technology to detect our new ultra-stealth missiles. It would have been so easy... but that would end the game much too quickly."
France was going to snap something that might have gotten him killed, when the truck lurched to a halt.
"Cac!" yelped North as he fell to the floor of the vehicle, released from Russia's influence. "Son of a- where are we? What are we doing? And what the hell am I wearing, some demented school uniform?"
"We're in the north of Spain, we're heading for Portugal, and that is the uniform of a Junior Officer." France rattled off, unclipping his seat-belt and climbing out of the back to see what the hold up was. "Stay there and don't run off."
"Hah, like I could." the red head sulked.
The sun was blisteringly hot, it being nearly August now. The road was dusty, but winding down the slope of a hill that had mainly prickly bushes growing on it. Spain's land wasn't unknown to France, not at all, in general they got on quite amiably. It was a sad thing that he'd been ordered to forge a path to Portugal straight through his friend's territory like this. But Spain was neutral; no harm done, right?
The sound of several shotguns, rifles and other such weapons being cocked told him otherwise.
"Ah, mi amigo!" Spain was standing in the middle of the road, arms spread wide and welcoming though the twenty or so men that had emerged from the bushes behind him were anything but. "Long time no see, huh? You never visit any more~!"
"Désolé, Antonio, I've been busy!" Francis called back, but he felt the turbulence coming from his old ally's direction.
Even his laugh wasn't quite right. "That's a shame, I've been wanting to get you drinking with me and Gilbert again." Olive eyes switched between madness and startling calm every other second. "Send your men back home and I'll call him up, it'll be just like old times."
France shook his head. The wind cooled the sweat on his brow. "Not right now, mon ami. I'm afraid I have business with your brother. You're neutral, you don't mind letting me pass, non?"
At this, Spain sighed, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head. "Now, that is a problem." One of his men handed him a rifle, and oddly enough a mobile phone. "See, you remember how I have problems making up my mind? Or rather, how I keep changing my mind? Well," he gestured behind him. "As you can see, right now I've made up my mind not to let you through. So you'll have to leave. Maybe you should try later when I'm in the mood to deal your war mongering."
Northern Ireland appeared behind France, bringing an unnatural chill with him. "Don't think you're going to just run, France." Russia said quietly, smile frozen in place. France swallowed.
"Antonio, we're coming through whether you like it or not!"
Spain flicked open his phone. "Then it will work like this. I'll call Lovi, who will call Feli, who will call Ludwig, who will be forced out of neutrality and into kicking you off my land. ¿Comprende?"
France felt dread block his throat for a moment. He could feel Russia staring at him. The warm day wasn't so warm.
He breathed in. "Fine."
Notes:
- Toronto isn't all that far away from Ottawa. There is a realistic chance that the wind could carry the radiation up to there.
- Canada has a population of 34,082,000. Of that number, 2,503,281 live in Toronto city alone, as well as the surrounding areas.
- This is compared to America's 309,140,000 population, the city of Chicago containing 2,853,114 of that. The populations of both cities are nearly equal, but in comparison to their total impact on population in total, there is a huge difference.
- There is no real reason for Jewish-Diaspora playing nurse other than the fact that she's pretty much everywhere and I was running out of people who would look after Al if he was sick.
- NWO uniforms here for anyone who's interested in my crappy doodles. WDF uniforms on their way.
Chapter 44
