Family Ties [Part 55]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Wales, England, Mexico, Brazil, India, Afghanistan, America, Australia, New Zealand, Israel, Japan, Quebec.
Rating: 12
Warnings: And so the WDF meeting... finishes! Contains obscure machinery and a forgetful author.
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.
Diaspora helpfully handed out fresh drinks and some home made cookies, pointedly leaving her son until last just to prove he was in the dog house. It was a bit surreal, in the heavy atmosphere, to find her so easily breezing between Quebec and America and offering snacks with a cheery smile. When she was over by Wales pouring tea, he asked, quietly as possible, how she did it.
"Staying sunny when the weather's stormy is something I'm good at." she smiled, before wandering off to set another coke in front of America.
Why was everyone in the world so bloody cryptic? He had too much of a headache for this.
The tea helped though.
"Right!" America seemed revitalised with the addition of his favourite fizzy beverage. "Uh, who's next to give a report?"
"That would be us." Mexico said, reaching across the table for the map. Brazil poked at the various areas around the world that had his soldiers deployed to them, finally focusing in on Asia.
"Our troops aren't getting much resistance on land, but on sea..."
Mexico jabbed a finger at the Pacific blockade, a line of red dots across the ocean. "This is really starting to piss me off. I don't know where he's getting the materials to build all these ships from, but he must be losing so much money over the amount we keep sinking there's got to be no viable reason why he should keep it up. Does he fear your navy that much, America?"
The blonde grinned cockily. "Well they are pretty awesome."
His darker sister rolled her eyes. "Idiot. Anyway, the loss of life, Chinese or no, is starting to bring down the moral on both sides, so we need to figure out a solution." She let the silence hang for a moment, before folding her arms and making an irritated sound. "Ideas, we need ideas."
After a pause, the group all turned to Japan.
"N-nani... I..." the Asian man looked put on the spot for a moment, before frowning in thought. "Then, why don't we just find the main ports where they are building the ships in China, and destroy the source?"
Brazil sighed slightly. "We tried that. We can't get past the information scramblers."
"Come on Jappa, you're the ideas man!" Australia cried, gesturing heavenward. "I'm sick of this blockade too!"
"Well, there is this little thing I have been working on... Ever since Ireland-san and Latvia-san came to talk to my scientists..." Japan opened his briefcase and rustled around with the paper. Heads craned to look. The search took only a moment before Japan started unfolding a large set of blueprints on the table. Wales tried to read the title, wondering if he was looking at it upside down, before realising it was all in Japanese.
"What is it?" England asked, scrutinising the diagrams like it would reveal its purpose to him. The pictures depicted something like a satellite dish, only with more attached and, if Wales was reading the numbers correctly, much, much bigger.
"Hey hey woah hey!" America yelled, standing out of his chair and practically crawling onto the table to read the blueprints. "Hey, I'm reading this right, aren't I? Am I really reading this right?!"
"What does it say?" Quebec craned his neck to see.
Japan cleared his throat. "This is the Kyushu De-codifier. Prototype three."
India stared at him. "You are not seriously telling us that this is- that this can-" she gestured for words. Afghanistan supplied them.
"C-completely ruin NWO signal scramblers and information blockers!" she cried, bouncing up and down in excitement. America let out a whoop of joy, darting around the table to enclose Japan in a bear hug of massive proportions.
"You are my new favourite person in the entire world, Japan! Holy shit! Hahaha! This is fucking insane!" Hair was ruffled, hands were shook, and India even planted a kiss on the cheek of the now furiously blushing Nation. "We're gonna kick their asses now! Hahahaha!"
"I-it is not so easy as that!" Japan finally managed to get out once everyone had stopped congratulating him. "We haven't been able to make it work long distance. It needs to be within 10 miles of the scrambler itself in order to work."
The mood fell slightly, though America perked up again quickly. "Well, while you work on a long distance one, we'll test it! Iggy!" The bespectacled Nation pointed at England, who recoiled slightly. He was probably about half a second from saying 'it's impolite to point' or something in that vein, but America was jabbering away again. "You've almost pushed Uncle Scotty back to the border, right? Bring this thing with your trucks onto his land and find the scrambler there!"
Wales and England shared a look. There was an invisible line in the sand, and while England and Scotland both had merrily danced back and forth over it for many a century before, the both of them had calmed down somewhat...
"You're basically telling me to invade Scotland, America."
The blond blinked, oblivious. "Yup."
England groaned, rubbing a hand over his face before looking back at Wales with a 'what do you think of all this' sort of expression.
Wales shrugged.
"If it gets Jim out of this funk, it'll be better for all of us."
"Yeah! And once he's out, we can break North out, and Latvia, and everyone!" America bounced around the table like an excitable puppy. England massaged his temple. Diaspora handed him another cup of tea.
"Alright. We're invading Scotland."
Notes:
- I have no idea how this device works, just as I don't know how the scramblers work. I'm an 18 year old fanfiction author, not a scientist.
- I did not forget about Ireland and Latvia's involvement. I did not.
- We do not speak of the football.
Part 56
Characters (in this chapter): Wales, England, Mexico, Brazil, India, Afghanistan, America, Australia, New Zealand, Israel, Japan, Quebec.
Rating: 12
Warnings: And so the WDF meeting... finishes! Contains obscure machinery and a forgetful author.
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.
Diaspora helpfully handed out fresh drinks and some home made cookies, pointedly leaving her son until last just to prove he was in the dog house. It was a bit surreal, in the heavy atmosphere, to find her so easily breezing between Quebec and America and offering snacks with a cheery smile. When she was over by Wales pouring tea, he asked, quietly as possible, how she did it.
"Staying sunny when the weather's stormy is something I'm good at." she smiled, before wandering off to set another coke in front of America.
Why was everyone in the world so bloody cryptic? He had too much of a headache for this.
The tea helped though.
"Right!" America seemed revitalised with the addition of his favourite fizzy beverage. "Uh, who's next to give a report?"
"That would be us." Mexico said, reaching across the table for the map. Brazil poked at the various areas around the world that had his soldiers deployed to them, finally focusing in on Asia.
"Our troops aren't getting much resistance on land, but on sea..."
Mexico jabbed a finger at the Pacific blockade, a line of red dots across the ocean. "This is really starting to piss me off. I don't know where he's getting the materials to build all these ships from, but he must be losing so much money over the amount we keep sinking there's got to be no viable reason why he should keep it up. Does he fear your navy that much, America?"
The blonde grinned cockily. "Well they are pretty awesome."
His darker sister rolled her eyes. "Idiot. Anyway, the loss of life, Chinese or no, is starting to bring down the moral on both sides, so we need to figure out a solution." She let the silence hang for a moment, before folding her arms and making an irritated sound. "Ideas, we need ideas."
After a pause, the group all turned to Japan.
"N-nani... I..." the Asian man looked put on the spot for a moment, before frowning in thought. "Then, why don't we just find the main ports where they are building the ships in China, and destroy the source?"
Brazil sighed slightly. "We tried that. We can't get past the information scramblers."
"Come on Jappa, you're the ideas man!" Australia cried, gesturing heavenward. "I'm sick of this blockade too!"
"Well, there is this little thing I have been working on... Ever since Ireland-san and Latvia-san came to talk to my scientists..." Japan opened his briefcase and rustled around with the paper. Heads craned to look. The search took only a moment before Japan started unfolding a large set of blueprints on the table. Wales tried to read the title, wondering if he was looking at it upside down, before realising it was all in Japanese.
"What is it?" England asked, scrutinising the diagrams like it would reveal its purpose to him. The pictures depicted something like a satellite dish, only with more attached and, if Wales was reading the numbers correctly, much, much bigger.
"Hey hey woah hey!" America yelled, standing out of his chair and practically crawling onto the table to read the blueprints. "Hey, I'm reading this right, aren't I? Am I really reading this right?!"
"What does it say?" Quebec craned his neck to see.
Japan cleared his throat. "This is the Kyushu De-codifier. Prototype three."
India stared at him. "You are not seriously telling us that this is- that this can-" she gestured for words. Afghanistan supplied them.
"C-completely ruin NWO signal scramblers and information blockers!" she cried, bouncing up and down in excitement. America let out a whoop of joy, darting around the table to enclose Japan in a bear hug of massive proportions.
"You are my new favourite person in the entire world, Japan! Holy shit! Hahaha! This is fucking insane!" Hair was ruffled, hands were shook, and India even planted a kiss on the cheek of the now furiously blushing Nation. "We're gonna kick their asses now! Hahahaha!"
"I-it is not so easy as that!" Japan finally managed to get out once everyone had stopped congratulating him. "We haven't been able to make it work long distance. It needs to be within 10 miles of the scrambler itself in order to work."
The mood fell slightly, though America perked up again quickly. "Well, while you work on a long distance one, we'll test it! Iggy!" The bespectacled Nation pointed at England, who recoiled slightly. He was probably about half a second from saying 'it's impolite to point' or something in that vein, but America was jabbering away again. "You've almost pushed Uncle Scotty back to the border, right? Bring this thing with your trucks onto his land and find the scrambler there!"
Wales and England shared a look. There was an invisible line in the sand, and while England and Scotland both had merrily danced back and forth over it for many a century before, the both of them had calmed down somewhat...
"You're basically telling me to invade Scotland, America."
The blond blinked, oblivious. "Yup."
England groaned, rubbing a hand over his face before looking back at Wales with a 'what do you think of all this' sort of expression.
Wales shrugged.
"If it gets Jim out of this funk, it'll be better for all of us."
"Yeah! And once he's out, we can break North out, and Latvia, and everyone!" America bounced around the table like an excitable puppy. England massaged his temple. Diaspora handed him another cup of tea.
"Alright. We're invading Scotland."
Notes:
- I have no idea how this device works, just as I don't know how the scramblers work. I'm an 18 year old fanfiction author, not a scientist.
- I did not forget about Ireland and Latvia's involvement. I did not.
- We do not speak of the football.
Part 56
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Date: 2010-06-28 11:18 pm (UTC)Oh Quebec. Even though Montreal is like, so awesome and stuff, I don't know. You just seem so untrust-worthy. pleasedontkillme
I SAW THE SOCCER
FOOTBALL*GAME LIVE. T'was such fail by ref. It was on my facebook wall like, 2 seconds after that. :'D*my dad refuses to call it soccer, I blame those years he spent in England, it really confuses me with football[or 'american' football]
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Date: 2010-06-29 12:03 am (UTC)Hmm, maybe it's the Frenchness? The air of "I am better than you" that surrounds him? idk. XD
God I could rant all evening about the fail that game was... don't get me started plz.