Family Ties [Part 60]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Portugal, Turkey, Russia, Ukraine, Quebec, France, Scotland and two surprises! Don't you just love surprises?
Rating: 12
Warnings: I am writing this at 1:45am. Forgive my spelling errors. Also more gratuitous French but it's Quebec so what can you do.
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.
This was not where Portugal wanted to be right now.
Granted, there were worse places. Like the bottom of the ocean, trapped in the wreckage of a boat with the waterlogged bodies of his allies and enemies. Or on the top of a hill holding a lightning rod during both a hurricane and a thunderstorm. Or attending a family gathering of both his own family and, god forbid, Arthur's. That had happened once and nobody had ever quite managed to get the stains off the ceiling.
Instead of all these things, he was sitting in a mildly comfortable room, watching the television with a mug of coffee in his hands, trying to find that comfortable spot he'd just lost on the very worn and old sofa. It wasn't like he could understand the TV either, since it was all in Turkish.
"Turquia, how much longer is this going to take?" the Iberian Nation called, leaning his head back to look through the open door to the kitchen. Turkey seemed to be making something for lunch, but it was all so alarmingly domestic that it made him uncomfortable. "Also, peace talks are supposed to mean not keeping me like some sort of prisoner."
"Why'd you have to put it like that?" the man answered gruffly, chopping something with increased aggression. "Look, I cut your phone privileges because Russia monitors all phone conversations going outside the NWO."
Portugal's disbelieving snort earned him a glare, but nothing more. "'Privileges', right. Can we just cut to the chase now? Are you out of the war or aren't you?"
The chopping stopped. After consideration, it started again, slower. "Maybe. Once that Greek brat stops planting bombs on my land."
"If you pull out he'll have no reason to."
"Bah, like that'll stop him."
A silence settled, the TV filling it with mindless noise. It was a news channel, Port registered absently from the professional blankness of the newsreader's face. Tanks exploding, tanks repelling shells, men marching in NWO uniform, dead bodies of WDF soldiers. One of them was young and blonde and wiry, lying with glassy green eyes staring at the sky and his lower body twisted all the way round the wrong way.
Portugal changed the channel.
"Negotiation's hard when you've got guys like Russia leering at you to stay." Turkey commented, handing Portugal a plate with some stuffed pita bread on it. Chicken, salad, some kind of sauce. He inspected it a while, until the other Nation grumbled. "I haven't poisoned it or anything. If I wanted to kill you I'd have done it when you were asleep, dumbass."
Gabriel's elbow just so happened to jostle Sadiq's when he took a bite out of the pita.
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Smoke curled up into the sky, spread along the ground with the wind and choked the light out of the sun. Russia briefly wondered if this was hell, but then decided against it. It was too warm. Ukraine lay somewhere to his left. He knew she was alive; her ample chest made it easy to see she was breathing. But it was still smokey, and it was hardly healthy to be breathing this air.
Trying to sit up and help her revealed another problem. There was a very large chunk of metal straight across his chest. This wasn't helping with the breathing problems the smoke also brought along.
"Bonjour~!"
A dark shadow appeared through the already black smoke. "Who?"
"Quebec." came the irritable response, and his shoulder was kicked. Now he was aware of his injured shoulder, most likely dislocated. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he tried to focus his eyes on the boy.
"Sorry, I forgot."
"Guess the fall knocked your brains out, eh?" the young nation put his hands on his hips, looking around. "You've sure made a mess."
"You are the one that shot me out of the sky, da?"
"On the plus side, I didn't shoot you down over the ocean." Quebec pointed out. "I could 'ave, I saw you coming from there, but I didn't do it. Do you want to know why?"
Russia had seen that smile on Canada's face before at hockey matches. It usually accompanied losing a few teeth. He didn't answer. Quebec barely waited for one anyway.
"Because it'll be my pleasure to give you a taste of your own medicine."
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This was not what France had been expecting to emerge from the black cars that had followed his tracking signal. Humans in suits that he didn't know or recognise, maybe. Plain clothes police officers, perhaps. He was expecting a lot of things, but not this.
"Poland, can you please stop braiding my hair?" France asked tiredly for the third time in an hour. The other blonde was humming something cheerful, with France's head in his lap since the injured Nation was having issues sitting up, fiddling with the blonde curls absently. Lithuania gave a sheepish chuckle.
"I'm sorry about that, he's gone off into his world again." Brown hair brushed his shoulders, when he turned to glance into the back seat of the car, then went back to staring at the road. "He'll be back in an hour or so. It was probably the shock of seeing your injuries, Mister France."
Scotland looked uncomfortable in the passenger seat, and it wasn't just because it was still a little more than bloodstained from when his lover was occupying it. "Look, Lithuania or whatever, can't we just not go back to headquarters?"
The brunette bit his lip. "It doesn't work like that." Dark green eyes darted to the back seat again. He lowered his tone. "Poland's not himself and Russia's the reason. I need to stick around him and find out why. Besides which he's also got my brothers somewhere and I... and so I'm following orders. For now. Sorry." A short moment later he added. "How did you break out of it?" A confused look and he elaborated. "The mental control that Russia's got on Poland too. Last I saw you, you were the same as him, only permanently."
"I was... braidin' France's hair?" Scotland pulled a face. Lithuania gave an involuntary snort of laughter that quickly died.
"No no, I mean you weren't really awake. The lights in your eyes weren't on. You were very loyal to Russia's command." he explained, and with his eyes on the road couldn't see James' eyes grow wider and wider. "Poland gets the same, when there's something too horrible in front of him. He gets like that."
"I... what?!" the red head's voice rose, and Poland stopped humming to look up as though annoyed he'd been interrupted. Once the silence carried on for a moment, he resumed his tune. An old folk song it appeared.
"Mon cher..." France spoke up, making Scotland turn in his seat to look at him. "You don't even know what month it is any more do you."
"Uh... May?"
"It's October 25th 2021, duh." Poland chirped suddenly, and then went back to ignoring everyone. Scotland's mouth hung open, speechless.
"Poland doesn't remember anything from his odd hours either." Lithuania said gently, trying to soften the blow of the news. "But he's very suggestible. Particularly with Russia. But only when he's having an odd hour. It's like they tried to do what they did to you and it didn't quite... work as well."
Pregnant silence settled.
"Tell me everything."
"James..." France started, but the taller Nation cut him off.
"I want to know. I deserve to know. What did I do? What's been happening." A glare at Lithuania. "If you can't let us go, at least tell me that."
"I'll tell you." insisted France, though he didn't look happy about it. "I'll start from the point you forgot. But please, James, don't get too angry at me for my actions. This is all my fault."
"It's not-"
"It is!" the Frenchman's volume was much louder than anyone in the car had expected, much less France himself. After calming himself, he continued. "Just let me tell you, and don't interrupt."
Notes:
- Longer, since I'm going to France for when the next chapter is meant to be up and won't be back until Thursday evening.
- I'm almost amused by the fact that everyone expects me to have done something horrible to characters when they vanish for a short time. Look, I didn't break Port! :D
- Pita bread is yummy and if you have never had a Donner Kebab you are deprived.
- Estonia refused to create any more of that happy fun joy joy stuff that Russia used on Scotland. Poland is Russia's botched attempt to replicate Estonia's master work.
Q and A post is up! Go ask questions!
Part 61
Characters (in this chapter): Portugal, Turkey, Russia, Ukraine, Quebec, France, Scotland and two surprises! Don't you just love surprises?
Rating: 12
Warnings: I am writing this at 1:45am. Forgive my spelling errors. Also more gratuitous French but it's Quebec so what can you do.
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.
This was not where Portugal wanted to be right now.
Granted, there were worse places. Like the bottom of the ocean, trapped in the wreckage of a boat with the waterlogged bodies of his allies and enemies. Or on the top of a hill holding a lightning rod during both a hurricane and a thunderstorm. Or attending a family gathering of both his own family and, god forbid, Arthur's. That had happened once and nobody had ever quite managed to get the stains off the ceiling.
Instead of all these things, he was sitting in a mildly comfortable room, watching the television with a mug of coffee in his hands, trying to find that comfortable spot he'd just lost on the very worn and old sofa. It wasn't like he could understand the TV either, since it was all in Turkish.
"Turquia, how much longer is this going to take?" the Iberian Nation called, leaning his head back to look through the open door to the kitchen. Turkey seemed to be making something for lunch, but it was all so alarmingly domestic that it made him uncomfortable. "Also, peace talks are supposed to mean not keeping me like some sort of prisoner."
"Why'd you have to put it like that?" the man answered gruffly, chopping something with increased aggression. "Look, I cut your phone privileges because Russia monitors all phone conversations going outside the NWO."
Portugal's disbelieving snort earned him a glare, but nothing more. "'Privileges', right. Can we just cut to the chase now? Are you out of the war or aren't you?"
The chopping stopped. After consideration, it started again, slower. "Maybe. Once that Greek brat stops planting bombs on my land."
"If you pull out he'll have no reason to."
"Bah, like that'll stop him."
A silence settled, the TV filling it with mindless noise. It was a news channel, Port registered absently from the professional blankness of the newsreader's face. Tanks exploding, tanks repelling shells, men marching in NWO uniform, dead bodies of WDF soldiers. One of them was young and blonde and wiry, lying with glassy green eyes staring at the sky and his lower body twisted all the way round the wrong way.
Portugal changed the channel.
"Negotiation's hard when you've got guys like Russia leering at you to stay." Turkey commented, handing Portugal a plate with some stuffed pita bread on it. Chicken, salad, some kind of sauce. He inspected it a while, until the other Nation grumbled. "I haven't poisoned it or anything. If I wanted to kill you I'd have done it when you were asleep, dumbass."
Gabriel's elbow just so happened to jostle Sadiq's when he took a bite out of the pita.
---
Smoke curled up into the sky, spread along the ground with the wind and choked the light out of the sun. Russia briefly wondered if this was hell, but then decided against it. It was too warm. Ukraine lay somewhere to his left. He knew she was alive; her ample chest made it easy to see she was breathing. But it was still smokey, and it was hardly healthy to be breathing this air.
Trying to sit up and help her revealed another problem. There was a very large chunk of metal straight across his chest. This wasn't helping with the breathing problems the smoke also brought along.
"Bonjour~!"
A dark shadow appeared through the already black smoke. "Who?"
"Quebec." came the irritable response, and his shoulder was kicked. Now he was aware of his injured shoulder, most likely dislocated. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he tried to focus his eyes on the boy.
"Sorry, I forgot."
"Guess the fall knocked your brains out, eh?" the young nation put his hands on his hips, looking around. "You've sure made a mess."
"You are the one that shot me out of the sky, da?"
"On the plus side, I didn't shoot you down over the ocean." Quebec pointed out. "I could 'ave, I saw you coming from there, but I didn't do it. Do you want to know why?"
Russia had seen that smile on Canada's face before at hockey matches. It usually accompanied losing a few teeth. He didn't answer. Quebec barely waited for one anyway.
"Because it'll be my pleasure to give you a taste of your own medicine."
---
This was not what France had been expecting to emerge from the black cars that had followed his tracking signal. Humans in suits that he didn't know or recognise, maybe. Plain clothes police officers, perhaps. He was expecting a lot of things, but not this.
"Poland, can you please stop braiding my hair?" France asked tiredly for the third time in an hour. The other blonde was humming something cheerful, with France's head in his lap since the injured Nation was having issues sitting up, fiddling with the blonde curls absently. Lithuania gave a sheepish chuckle.
"I'm sorry about that, he's gone off into his world again." Brown hair brushed his shoulders, when he turned to glance into the back seat of the car, then went back to staring at the road. "He'll be back in an hour or so. It was probably the shock of seeing your injuries, Mister France."
Scotland looked uncomfortable in the passenger seat, and it wasn't just because it was still a little more than bloodstained from when his lover was occupying it. "Look, Lithuania or whatever, can't we just not go back to headquarters?"
The brunette bit his lip. "It doesn't work like that." Dark green eyes darted to the back seat again. He lowered his tone. "Poland's not himself and Russia's the reason. I need to stick around him and find out why. Besides which he's also got my brothers somewhere and I... and so I'm following orders. For now. Sorry." A short moment later he added. "How did you break out of it?" A confused look and he elaborated. "The mental control that Russia's got on Poland too. Last I saw you, you were the same as him, only permanently."
"I was... braidin' France's hair?" Scotland pulled a face. Lithuania gave an involuntary snort of laughter that quickly died.
"No no, I mean you weren't really awake. The lights in your eyes weren't on. You were very loyal to Russia's command." he explained, and with his eyes on the road couldn't see James' eyes grow wider and wider. "Poland gets the same, when there's something too horrible in front of him. He gets like that."
"I... what?!" the red head's voice rose, and Poland stopped humming to look up as though annoyed he'd been interrupted. Once the silence carried on for a moment, he resumed his tune. An old folk song it appeared.
"Mon cher..." France spoke up, making Scotland turn in his seat to look at him. "You don't even know what month it is any more do you."
"Uh... May?"
"It's October 25th 2021, duh." Poland chirped suddenly, and then went back to ignoring everyone. Scotland's mouth hung open, speechless.
"Poland doesn't remember anything from his odd hours either." Lithuania said gently, trying to soften the blow of the news. "But he's very suggestible. Particularly with Russia. But only when he's having an odd hour. It's like they tried to do what they did to you and it didn't quite... work as well."
Pregnant silence settled.
"Tell me everything."
"James..." France started, but the taller Nation cut him off.
"I want to know. I deserve to know. What did I do? What's been happening." A glare at Lithuania. "If you can't let us go, at least tell me that."
"I'll tell you." insisted France, though he didn't look happy about it. "I'll start from the point you forgot. But please, James, don't get too angry at me for my actions. This is all my fault."
"It's not-"
"It is!" the Frenchman's volume was much louder than anyone in the car had expected, much less France himself. After calming himself, he continued. "Just let me tell you, and don't interrupt."
Notes:
- Longer, since I'm going to France for when the next chapter is meant to be up and won't be back until Thursday evening.
- I'm almost amused by the fact that everyone expects me to have done something horrible to characters when they vanish for a short time. Look, I didn't break Port! :D
- Pita bread is yummy and if you have never had a Donner Kebab you are deprived.
- Estonia refused to create any more of that happy fun joy joy stuff that Russia used on Scotland. Poland is Russia's botched attempt to replicate Estonia's master work.
Q and A post is up! Go ask questions!
Part 61
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Date: 2010-07-11 12:56 am (UTC)Also, why is Poland braiding France's hair so funny? WAR, VIOLENCE, NUKES, DYING COUNTRIES- hair braiding. Lalalalala~
I'm horrible :|
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Date: 2010-07-11 01:08 am (UTC)Idk because it's Poland? Even if he is out of his mind right now it's so amazingly camp and ... Poland that it seems out of place when France has only just stopped bleeding out all over the place.
I'm worse. :|
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Date: 2010-07-11 01:13 am (UTC)You are :|
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Date: 2010-07-11 11:57 am (UTC)I know. :|
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Date: 2010-07-11 01:33 am (UTC)(Funniest thing. We went to Turkey this summer 'cept the tour guide guy kept on making us eat Chinese food. No kebab at all. It was bizarre. |D)
Everyone expects you to do something horrible with the countries when they disappear shortly because of New Zealand. >.>
POLAND. ;A;
-will write proper comment when I get back from having breakfast on the other side of the city orz-
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Date: 2010-07-11 12:00 pm (UTC)(Lol wtf is that about. What, do you look Chinese?)
Oh yeah, that's right, I forgot I was an evil maniac for a moment there.
SPEAKING OF CHARACTERS I BROKE. 8D
Omnomnom have fun <3
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Date: 2010-07-11 03:25 pm (UTC)So he ended up in Turkey's house. How was the night? winkwinknudgenudgeI love your plot twists.
...You know what, screw Paint It, White. This fic should be the next movie. And have Ohkawa help write the movie script. /shot
(Not at all. Apparently the tour guide used to have a girlfriend in Taiwan. At the end my dad got so sick of it, he told the dude that we were going to eat in a seaside cafe at the last day. I caught the England v Slovenia match there.)
HAVE YOU LOST COUNT YET? =A=
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Date: 2010-07-11 06:13 pm (UTC)Turkey is one hot, hot country, that is all I'm saying on the matter.Hopefully they're always when you least- WOAH TWIST.
aakshfkd I'm intensely flattered but this thing is waaaay too long and bitty to condense into one movie. >>;;;
(That is a very strange thing. Ah well. Speaking of the world cup, time to watch Spain v Netherlands! GO NETHERLANDS.)
ONLY SORT OF YES.
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Date: 2010-07-11 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-11 01:53 am (UTC)...Poland is just so camp and awesome that it's /majorly/ creeping me out.
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Date: 2010-07-11 12:00 pm (UTC)Good! That was my aim. ^^
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Date: 2010-07-11 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-11 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-12 01:44 am (UTC)Also, now I'm /really/ worried. Spain!! Go save him!!!
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Date: 2010-07-11 07:18 am (UTC)Quebec is like Manada except with less muscle and ten times more creep factor!
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Date: 2010-07-11 12:01 pm (UTC)Just wait until he gets his hands on a hockey stick. Does le pimp have to smack a bitch?
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Date: 2010-07-11 07:20 pm (UTC)I'm imagining him with more than just a hockey stick at this point.
More like a giant cleaver, a crowbar, and a cigarette.
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Date: 2010-07-11 02:50 pm (UTC)D8
NOOOOO DOMESTICITY, THE HORROR. Oh Portugal, it's so easy to imagine what your married life would have been like had Pimp Daddy Moor betrothed you to his son instead. /shot That being said, such a good mistress you are Sadiq, making Port a sandwich - I mean, kebab. XD Still glad to see he's not halfway into a ditch somewhere.
sob Quebec sob I'm starting to fear you more than Russia orz.
Braiding is theraputic France didn't you know? Oh god poor Scotland, why are you always out of the loop orz. Don't worry I'm sure someone has a cunning plan...somewhere. Even if it's all your France fault. Yes. Because it usually is. ;sldkff the idea of little Alba giving Gallia warrior braids and feeling proud of himself until Gallia spices it up with some silk ribbons is too much orz.
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Date: 2010-07-11 06:17 pm (UTC)Le good. Zaht is called survival instinct, non?
Yes but France + natural girly looks + braids + beard he grew to hide girly looks = confusion on the part of people trying to decide his gender on sight alone. Poor Scotty, he's getting told now though. Poor France too, he's still convinced the whole war is his fault... though it kind of is in a weird way. THAT IMAGE IS TOO CUTE AAAH <3
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Date: 2010-07-11 09:11 pm (UTC)Aww, Poland :( Also, your desciptions of the horrid things you put the poor characters through really make me wince XD Sign of good writing??
I love that Quebec got a 'who?' from Russia, though I doubt that'll be repeated once he's through with them (not that I want them hurt....too badly ;) )
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Date: 2010-07-11 09:50 pm (UTC)I'm really starting to like Quebec, anyone who can scare Russia one bit deserves a cookie.
And so we finally see Poland and Lithuania again, no pink tanks though, pity.
So Prussia has neither Portugal and Turkey nor France and Scotland, Latvia and Estonia are with Russia according to Lithuania, I thinkit's either Canada and Belarus, which would be really awesome or someone else entirely. When was the last time we saw the nordics again?
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Date: 2010-07-11 11:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-11 11:55 pm (UTC)And oh yeah! Liet and Po~~♥ I reaaally wasn't expecting that. I'm glad to see they're pretty much okay at least. Aww Poland... And poor France. *sigh*
Go, Estonia!
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Date: 2010-07-12 06:15 am (UTC)Oh Port, seriously.
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Date: 2010-07-12 11:42 pm (UTC)I knew I loved Quebec for a reason! Damn, he's badass. French-Canadian style.
Oh noes, I'm feeling really sorry for Scot, how will he take the information of what he did? D:
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Date: 2010-07-15 09:03 pm (UTC)late..
Date: 2010-07-16 05:44 am (UTC)Alright, fine! I like Quebec. I love him. Show that Russian bastard who's boss!
TURKEY! :D
I'm not sure whether to laugh at how Poland acts when he's "out of it" or feel sorry for him... both, I think.
Uh-oh. Shits gonna hit the fan when Scotland realizes all of what's been happening.