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hellzabeth) wrote2010-06-30 12:09 am
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Family Ties [Part 56]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Romano, Spain, Prussia, France, Russia.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Spain's still split, Romano and Prussia have dirty mouths, France doesn't know how to quit.
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.
"Let me through, Romano!"
"Idiot, you can't go after him, just leave him alone, he can look after himse-"
"He can't just fight Turkey alone!"
"That information was a week late, he's been fighting Turkey alone for a while now!"
And thus the argument went, back and forth, as Romano chased Spain around the port where three battleships, hastily cobbled together for the war that the government was not officially funding and nor were half the citizens, waited to sail after the Portuguese navy and aid the WDF efforts against Turkey. Spain seemed quite adamant today that he would sail with these pro-war men, even though yesterday Romano had caught him undoing a bolt on the helm of one of the vessels.
The idiot would probably change his mind mid-journey and sink the lot of them, and then feel horribly guilty afterwards, and Romano did not want to deal with that on top of everything.
So here he was, hanging on to the stupid idiot's arm like some clingy girlfriend, digging his heels in to the docks and trying to prevent the inevitable.
"Damn it boss, stay still!"
Spain tried to wrench his arm free. "Lovi, I love you, but that's my brother out there!"
"Did you forget you're splitting?! You can't, not in your state!" Lovino's voice had reached shouting pitch, a few people were staring, but he had more important worries.
"But I'm absolutely sure this time!"
"That's what you said last time, idiot!"
A man stepped in front of the path Spain was dragging Romano along. "Yo, why're you guys shouting?"
Antonio stopped moving, causing Lovino to fall backwards where he'd been using all his weight to hold the Spaniard back.
"Gilbert!" He cried, giving his friend a warm hug. The albino Nation patted him on the back to make him let go.
"Bastard!" Lovino growled from the floor, glaring up at them both. "When the hell did you get here?!"
"Been watching a while actually. You two are way too funny to stop, I swear." he hissed a laugh, and Romano kicked him in the shins on the way up. That shut him up. "Ow, fuck. Alright, I didn't stop you because you didn't hear me when I was yelling! Damn it..." He got another kick, and this time he yelped a little.
"What do you want, potato-bastard."
Rubbing his sore leg, Prussia frowned. "Hey, don't kick the messenger, Lovi, or you're buying the first round next time we go out."
"Shut up."
"Wait, information?" Spain cut across, grabbing Gilbert's arm. "What kind of information? Is it about mi hermano? What's happened to Portugal!"
"Holy shit, you really have lost it again, haven't you?" Red eyes stared at green, before he tried to pry the other Nation's vice-like grip off his arm. "Yeah, it's about Gabby, but you gotta let go first. Lovi, get him to sit down."
By the time Prussia had finished telling the Iberian Nation about the NWO's plans, and how he'd got them off France, Spain's head was in his hands, and Romano had been shocked into silence. Gilbert sat down next to the two of them.
"And that's it." he finished, then looked over his friend. A solid pat on the back was enough to bring Spain's head up to look at him. "... I know it's really un-awesome news, but now we know and we can stop it!"
Spain threw his hands up in the air, standing in one frustrated, angry motion. "How!? Sure, we know it'll happen, but how do we stop it?! We can't defend ourselves from their nuclear technology, there's no way!"
Prussia grinned.
"I think you're forgetting our man on the inside..."
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Boats weren't the only things that France was sabotaging.
Ah, to have la Resistance alive and kicking again was a thrill, a rush of adrenalin through him that bolstered his pride whenever he had to endure Russia, or keep calm for the sake of Scotland, who had become increasingly withdrawn and often easily confused since he'd shouted at him. They kept him sane, and god knew he was the only one on this side of the war that could still claim that.
Russia smiled and unwound the bandages around France's neck, and France hid the burning fires of rebellion just so he could survive the encounter.
The missiles were kept under strict guard, with only scientists and high command allowed near them. Russia had given him both a soldier's and a high command's uniform, though France cared for neither. Black had never really been his colour anyway.
But it was certainly useful for sneaking about in the cover of darkness, with a few others who had made copies of his uniform, dismantling and disarming the rockets in a manner that left them looking untouched to the outside. Sometimes, they simply stole the uranium, others they cut every wire. It was by no means a permanent solution, but it forced the NWO to pause, at least, and that was as much as they could do for now.
If none of the nuclear missiles could be deployed, Portugal would not be wiped out, and nor would any one else, and France could rest a little easier at night. If that was selfish, he was beyond caring. He'd had enough death and responsibility on his shoulders for one war.
His men, the few who knew who he was, comforted him, saying he was a prisoner as much as any POW. He was, but only in the sense that a trapped animal was. There was the potential to bolt, to run, but the hunter still had his shotgun, and a panicked beast was an easy target. Regardless, the words bolstered him, kept him proud of who he was, if not of what he had to do.
So when Russia came strolling right through the door as he and his resistance force were unscrewing the top of a missile, he could face him with a grin and a set to his shoulders that said "I am not afraid of you. Give me your worst."
And Russia did.
Notes:
- Short one today, but another one tomorrow.
- Poor Spain.I still don't forgive him for beating Port in the World Cup though.
Part 57
Characters (in this chapter): Romano, Spain, Prussia, France, Russia.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Spain's still split, Romano and Prussia have dirty mouths, France doesn't know how to quit.
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.
"Let me through, Romano!"
"Idiot, you can't go after him, just leave him alone, he can look after himse-"
"He can't just fight Turkey alone!"
"That information was a week late, he's been fighting Turkey alone for a while now!"
And thus the argument went, back and forth, as Romano chased Spain around the port where three battleships, hastily cobbled together for the war that the government was not officially funding and nor were half the citizens, waited to sail after the Portuguese navy and aid the WDF efforts against Turkey. Spain seemed quite adamant today that he would sail with these pro-war men, even though yesterday Romano had caught him undoing a bolt on the helm of one of the vessels.
The idiot would probably change his mind mid-journey and sink the lot of them, and then feel horribly guilty afterwards, and Romano did not want to deal with that on top of everything.
So here he was, hanging on to the stupid idiot's arm like some clingy girlfriend, digging his heels in to the docks and trying to prevent the inevitable.
"Damn it boss, stay still!"
Spain tried to wrench his arm free. "Lovi, I love you, but that's my brother out there!"
"Did you forget you're splitting?! You can't, not in your state!" Lovino's voice had reached shouting pitch, a few people were staring, but he had more important worries.
"But I'm absolutely sure this time!"
"That's what you said last time, idiot!"
A man stepped in front of the path Spain was dragging Romano along. "Yo, why're you guys shouting?"
Antonio stopped moving, causing Lovino to fall backwards where he'd been using all his weight to hold the Spaniard back.
"Gilbert!" He cried, giving his friend a warm hug. The albino Nation patted him on the back to make him let go.
"Bastard!" Lovino growled from the floor, glaring up at them both. "When the hell did you get here?!"
"Been watching a while actually. You two are way too funny to stop, I swear." he hissed a laugh, and Romano kicked him in the shins on the way up. That shut him up. "Ow, fuck. Alright, I didn't stop you because you didn't hear me when I was yelling! Damn it..." He got another kick, and this time he yelped a little.
"What do you want, potato-bastard."
Rubbing his sore leg, Prussia frowned. "Hey, don't kick the messenger, Lovi, or you're buying the first round next time we go out."
"Shut up."
"Wait, information?" Spain cut across, grabbing Gilbert's arm. "What kind of information? Is it about mi hermano? What's happened to Portugal!"
"Holy shit, you really have lost it again, haven't you?" Red eyes stared at green, before he tried to pry the other Nation's vice-like grip off his arm. "Yeah, it's about Gabby, but you gotta let go first. Lovi, get him to sit down."
By the time Prussia had finished telling the Iberian Nation about the NWO's plans, and how he'd got them off France, Spain's head was in his hands, and Romano had been shocked into silence. Gilbert sat down next to the two of them.
"And that's it." he finished, then looked over his friend. A solid pat on the back was enough to bring Spain's head up to look at him. "... I know it's really un-awesome news, but now we know and we can stop it!"
Spain threw his hands up in the air, standing in one frustrated, angry motion. "How!? Sure, we know it'll happen, but how do we stop it?! We can't defend ourselves from their nuclear technology, there's no way!"
Prussia grinned.
"I think you're forgetting our man on the inside..."
-----
Boats weren't the only things that France was sabotaging.
Ah, to have la Resistance alive and kicking again was a thrill, a rush of adrenalin through him that bolstered his pride whenever he had to endure Russia, or keep calm for the sake of Scotland, who had become increasingly withdrawn and often easily confused since he'd shouted at him. They kept him sane, and god knew he was the only one on this side of the war that could still claim that.
Russia smiled and unwound the bandages around France's neck, and France hid the burning fires of rebellion just so he could survive the encounter.
The missiles were kept under strict guard, with only scientists and high command allowed near them. Russia had given him both a soldier's and a high command's uniform, though France cared for neither. Black had never really been his colour anyway.
But it was certainly useful for sneaking about in the cover of darkness, with a few others who had made copies of his uniform, dismantling and disarming the rockets in a manner that left them looking untouched to the outside. Sometimes, they simply stole the uranium, others they cut every wire. It was by no means a permanent solution, but it forced the NWO to pause, at least, and that was as much as they could do for now.
If none of the nuclear missiles could be deployed, Portugal would not be wiped out, and nor would any one else, and France could rest a little easier at night. If that was selfish, he was beyond caring. He'd had enough death and responsibility on his shoulders for one war.
His men, the few who knew who he was, comforted him, saying he was a prisoner as much as any POW. He was, but only in the sense that a trapped animal was. There was the potential to bolt, to run, but the hunter still had his shotgun, and a panicked beast was an easy target. Regardless, the words bolstered him, kept him proud of who he was, if not of what he had to do.
So when Russia came strolling right through the door as he and his resistance force were unscrewing the top of a missile, he could face him with a grin and a set to his shoulders that said "I am not afraid of you. Give me your worst."
And Russia did.
Notes:
- Short one today, but another one tomorrow.
- Poor Spain.
Part 57
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RESISTANCE!FRANCE
Boy is it glad to see him again!
And ahaha oh Spain.
That's what you get for beating your brotherI mean, poor Spain!PORT-PORT BB WHERE ARE YOUUUUUU?
if you kill Port off I will probably cry.
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Aha, poor Spain, crazy and worried about his dear brother.
Karma what is this.I don't not promise to definitely maybe not keep him alive.
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...You had me scared for Portugal, but now I'm just sweating myself dry worrying about France. WDF SAVE HIM ALREADY. >.> AND RUSSIA, YOU SO EVIL.
Are we going to have a happy PortUK ending? Because if not I might shoot someone /shot firstno subject
So now you're scared for both? Ah, if you're sweating that much remember to drink lots!
Idk, it's future-history, there is no true ending, though it maybe be USUK instead. I just don't know~!no subject
Very sorry for the rant.
HAY IS THAT FAI /shot
I'm scared for everyone, actually. One moment they're happily laughing and attacking and the next moment they're dead. The suspense in every chapter just kills me, I'm always wondering, 'who dies next?' The plot and writing style is killer, though. You hold this over our heads, don't you?
I just hope the ending is happy, at any rate. If it isn't... well, this story is depressing enough as is. Let's leave it at that.no subject
WHY YES IT IS FAI, WELL DONE <3 One day I will write a story with more plot twists than TRC and THEN you can all complain at me. XD
Wow, thanks loads. ^////^ Yeah, I like to keep suspense up. It makes it more fun when the reveal comes along! Hold it over your heads? Certainly not. *innocent whistle*
I'll try my best, but as I've said many times, this story is sentient. It drags me where it wants to go.no subject
...I dare you to prove it's possible. That story is so mind-twistingly addictive I don't even. (But in all honesty, if you write a story with more plot twists than TRC it would be so twisted around itself that we'd all screw ourselves over trying to understand it OTL)
IT'S A MONSTER. It's a beautiful monster, though.no subject
GO FRANCE GO! BE AWESOME AND SNEAKY AND LA RESISTANCE JUST LIKE THE LAST TIME!
8DDD
And Spain, oh Spain... why do I see the El Dorado slapstick harbour scene? And Prussia's just like 'yeup, this again, whatever'. I'm falling in love with Romano more every day >> and this didn't help.
FIND PORTUGAL. HE'S MORE IMPORTANT THAN WALDO.
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It is basically that, since that's what I was thinking of, setting-wise, even if they're really different in the modern day or whatever. <3
FIND PORT. JUST LOOK AROUND THE MIDDLE EAST.
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Stop beating him up >( You make me a sad Nena.
Although now I'm worried that you just nuked him to oblivion...LOOKING. DON'T DO WHAT YOU DID TO KIWI ;A;
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http://www.lib.utexas.edu/maps/middle_east_and_asia/middle_east_95.jpg
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Win. Just win.
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Why so shoooort?!
Hey there Spain. Karma came back to bite you in the ass >:/
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It's shooooort because I wanted to dedicate a whole chapter to one plot point so I'll do that tomorrow.
And karma has sharp and pointy teeth so yeah. XD
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Poor bipolar Spain. If you kill Port then I'll kill you and then I'll cry.
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There are a lot of death threats circling... o.o;; eep.
I KNOW RIGHT, I MEAN WHAT THE HELL?! The refs have clearly been paid off or something to that degree this year because wtf he never even touched him and he got a red card? Geez.
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Just fuck.
FUCK ME SIDEWAYS AND BACKWARDS WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME WOMAN YOU ARE EVIL INCARNATE AND AND AND
I love you. So fucking hard, you would not even---
sjxnsadh
Spain, you are the best brother that ever was...when you're not being a dick to your awesome big bro but that's beside the point. BROMANCE FTW~
/gives you ze internetz
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BROMANCE FOREVER did you see that one guy who was giving out hugs at the start of the game when the rest of the teams were giving handshakes? SO MUCH BROMAAAAAANCE.
/ooo a shiney internetz I will love it and hug it and call it George.
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Hnnnngh Resistance!France. <333 Nothing could be sweeter. But oh god France don't do it, I know you like to rebel and all, but don't give Russia more reason to beat you bloody with his pipe orz. But I agree, the flying phallic shaped objects need to be taken down and who would be better for the job? /o/
Naturally Romano is the one suffering the most here. I just love the idea of him chasing Spain around the docks because he's going completely mental (but what else is new?) Oh Spain, I love you and I love your love for your brother
even if I don't forgive you for the WC match ;;. And yesss Bad Friends Trio, take control of this war and make it AWESOME. o/no subject
It's a sexy, sexy mental image, isn't it? Though he's got caught after all... ah well, it's the thought that counts, right?
And now Russia has target practice.Poor Romano, once again dragged around by Spain but for different reasons. XD Spain's switching back and forth so many times it's giving poor Lovi whiplash. <3 BAD FRIENDS TRIO, UNITE! THEY'LL STOP THE WAR! MAYBE!
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It's extremely sexy. He should have bribed more men on Russia's side with his dashing good looks. But he gets points for effort all the same. XD
Be gentle with your toys Russia. They break easily orz.If anyone is affected by this war, it's Romano and his thin patience that's for certain hahaha. Get your mafia over here and slap him around a bit Lovi. That will get him to make a decision orz. <3 AND EVEN IF THEY DON'T, THEY'LL MAKE SURE SHIT GOES DOWN IN A BLAZE OF GLORY. o/
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B|
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So this is like karma then?
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and that damn game, don't get me started, what's wrong with the refereeing this year?!Awwww, Romano, so caring and cute *sob* And Prussia added the awesome :DFrench Resistance FTW!!!! I knew France still had it in him. TuT
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I can't even aaaaaargh he never touched him that red card was bullshiiit.Prussia adds awesome to everything. Romano's so tsundere <3France has some fighting spirit~! VIVE LA RESISTANCE!
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-cheers- France! You're so amazing! Just like a little kid playing pranks on the neighborhood. And..oh. More pain. Damn, how much more of that can you handle? And how can you sabotage anymore if Russia knows what you're up to? -nag nag nag-
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SPAIN, what can I say about you?
I hope you stop being indecisive soon, I worry.
Thanks for carig and all, but we're not forgiving you for that match anytime soon.
The Portuguese are cheering for Paraguay.
That red card didn't exist. Our goalkeeper was still amazing, though.
And we're still hermanos no matter what, so until the next one? ;)
*realises she's talking to the character, not the author*
Nice chapter as always! Now show me Portugal.
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Damnit someone go rescue the poor bastard allredy!!!