Family Ties [Part 62]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Mexico, Spain, Romano, Quebec, Russia, America.
Rating: 15
Warnings: Violence, torture in detail.
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.
Mexico had happened upon an interesting sight.
Spain was reaching past Romano towards the television, growling something so angrily that the words all merged into one with the occasional shouted curse. Romano, in turn, had grabbed the taller man around the waist and was digging in his heels to the carpet to stop him from destroying what appeared to be the only non-dented piece of furniture that Mexico's old coloniser had left. The two of them had formed such an odd tangle of limbs that it became hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
She couldn't help it; she cracked up laughing.
This alerted Spain to her presence, who immediately stopped pushing against Romano. "México!" he greeted.
Romano, having lost Spain's body weight to push against, lost his balance and fell to the floor with a loud cluster of Italian swears. "Bastard, don't just move like that!"
He was ignored in favour of Spain giving Mexico a giant hug. "What brings you all the way out here?" he cooed, playing with the ends of her plaits like she was a little kid again. She smacked his hands off.
"I was just coming to check up on you, since I've had more free time since we found the sources of China's blockade." she said, watching Lovino get to his feet with a grumpy expression. Er, more grumpy than usual that is.
Antonio's face fell a little. "Oh, you're in the war aren't you. I forgot."
Mexico's eye twitched. 'You always forget, asshole.' "And you're being indecisive. Again."
Now the ex-empire looked affronted. "What? Of course I've decided! I'm with the WDF!" he beamed at her. Lovino grabbed his ear, eliciting a yelp from the Spaniard.
"Idiot, that's not what you were yelling at the TV five minutes ago!"
"Ay ay ay, Loviiii! That hurts!"
Mexico rolled her eyes skyward. "Romano, did you pick a side for proper then?"
The shorter Nation did not relinquish his grip on his boss' ear when answering. "Course I have, I'm not this idiot here. Besides, my stupid little brother dragged me into it because he has to follow that potato eating bastard everywhere." he grumbled. Spain gave up his struggles and drooped.
"Why does everyone always treat me like this?" he whined. Ignoring him, María rustled around inside her uniform and handed an envelope to Lovino, who looked at it like it might bite him.
"Then you can have that. It's some important info for our next coordinated strike. Don't let papá read it." she explained. South Italy nodded gravely.
"Seriously, I'm older than both of you and get no respect..."
"Also America-" and her mouth gave an odd twist like she'd bitten something sour. "-asked me to give this to Germany, but you're seeing tío Feliciano later right?"
"Sí, and he won't stay away from the sausage chomper for long." Romano agreed, the sour twist near identical. "I'll get it to him."
"What happened to the days when I was boss, huh? Those were good days. Say, do you think the NWO would give me back-"
"Shut up Spain."
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Quebec twisted the pliers brutally, listening to bones pop out of place and the grunts of barely held in pain. The room echoed when he threw down the metal tool, leaning over where the larger man was strapped into the cold steel chair. No matter how cold Russia made the room with his malice, Quebec was unaffected. The tinge of pink in his cheeks was either due to the cold, or from the rush of adrenaline.
"So, are you ready to give up yet?"
Russia looked up at him, and grinned a bloody smile.
Quebec returned it. "Back to the hockey stick then." he decided, walking over to where he'd leaned the extremely battered, splintered and worn stick. He caressed it lovingly. "Should I put a nail through this thing...?"
He had to leap out of the way when the door slammed open hard enough to indent fully in the wall, the hinges completely snapping and the vibrations shaking the walls of the room. America didn't so much walk as charge into the room, jacket discarded and already rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Quebec couldn't get a word in before America pulled his fist back and punched Russia so hard across the face that his head snapped to the side and stayed there, limply resting against one shoulder for a moment. Knocked out, from a single blow.
Quebec swallowed as the aura of danger from America intensified. "I am guessing that you want a go?"
The overhead lights reflected off America's glasses when he looked at him, obscuring the look in his eyes. The northern nation didn't really need to see it when all his self preservation instincts were screaming to run. "Alright, have fun, I'll be back in two hours." The door couldn't be closed, so he just left it wide open as he walked down the hallway and practically ran the rest of the way to the break room.
This left America and Russia alone in the room, for the first time in nearly two years.
Deliberately slow, the blonde pulled up a chair and waited for Russia to wake up. It took nearly twenty minutes before Ivan blinked his eyes open, slowly moving them to look at his opponent. A smirk curled at his lip.
"Privyet, Amerika."
"Howdy, Russia."
With a sickening crack, Russia re-located his neck, rolling it around with a series of clicks, the smirk not disappearing even for a moment. "It has been a while since we had a chat."
America ran a hand through his hair, sitting back in his chair. "Sure has." he agreed. His face was carefully blank. "Don't suppose Quebec gave you the news."
An eyebrow rose. "Of what?"
The bespectacled Nation held up a hand, ticking off points. "I've beaten your second invasion out of Alaska, and my two new states." The corners of his mouth twitched, and he pulled down his little finger. "Quebec has handled the rest of your men coming down from the arctic circle. Interesting plan, didn't work." Pulling in the thumb, a small smile started to form. "China is dead. Hong Kong and Taiwan, working together as the Republic of China, are now handling things there. You won't be receiving any help from them any more." At the widening of Russia's eyes, the smile stretched wider, showing teeth. He pulled his ring finger down. "As we speak, your Middle Eastern allies are dropping out of the war, and I've got Germany and co steamrolling through Europe." Finally his index finger came down, leaving his middle finger to mockingly wag at Russia.
The smile spread to a full on grin, but not his usual, sunny kind. A nasty caricature of a humorous expression, wide and grotesque, splitting his face in two; that was what this grin was. He leaned in close to Russia, holding up the middle finger. "So I only have one more finger before I can punch your motherfuckin' lights out permanently. What you got ta say to that?"
Russia's grin widened to match America's own, teeth bloody and a few missing.
"Has anyone ever told you you have a lovely smile?"
Notes:
- So that was fun.
- "Tío" is Uncle in Spanish, if I remember correctly.
- Spain has a bad habit of forgetting his colonies entirely or getting them very confused. It's like a permanent Canada effect.
- I should probably note that Quebec is not always like this. As in, he's not usually so bloodthirsty. It's war, Russia's pissed him off. Usually he wouldn't give a fuck. But now it's personal.
Part 63
Characters (in this chapter): Mexico, Spain, Romano, Quebec, Russia, America.
Rating: 15
Warnings: Violence, torture in detail.
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.
Mexico had happened upon an interesting sight.
Spain was reaching past Romano towards the television, growling something so angrily that the words all merged into one with the occasional shouted curse. Romano, in turn, had grabbed the taller man around the waist and was digging in his heels to the carpet to stop him from destroying what appeared to be the only non-dented piece of furniture that Mexico's old coloniser had left. The two of them had formed such an odd tangle of limbs that it became hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
She couldn't help it; she cracked up laughing.
This alerted Spain to her presence, who immediately stopped pushing against Romano. "México!" he greeted.
Romano, having lost Spain's body weight to push against, lost his balance and fell to the floor with a loud cluster of Italian swears. "Bastard, don't just move like that!"
He was ignored in favour of Spain giving Mexico a giant hug. "What brings you all the way out here?" he cooed, playing with the ends of her plaits like she was a little kid again. She smacked his hands off.
"I was just coming to check up on you, since I've had more free time since we found the sources of China's blockade." she said, watching Lovino get to his feet with a grumpy expression. Er, more grumpy than usual that is.
Antonio's face fell a little. "Oh, you're in the war aren't you. I forgot."
Mexico's eye twitched. 'You always forget, asshole.' "And you're being indecisive. Again."
Now the ex-empire looked affronted. "What? Of course I've decided! I'm with the WDF!" he beamed at her. Lovino grabbed his ear, eliciting a yelp from the Spaniard.
"Idiot, that's not what you were yelling at the TV five minutes ago!"
"Ay ay ay, Loviiii! That hurts!"
Mexico rolled her eyes skyward. "Romano, did you pick a side for proper then?"
The shorter Nation did not relinquish his grip on his boss' ear when answering. "Course I have, I'm not this idiot here. Besides, my stupid little brother dragged me into it because he has to follow that potato eating bastard everywhere." he grumbled. Spain gave up his struggles and drooped.
"Why does everyone always treat me like this?" he whined. Ignoring him, María rustled around inside her uniform and handed an envelope to Lovino, who looked at it like it might bite him.
"Then you can have that. It's some important info for our next coordinated strike. Don't let papá read it." she explained. South Italy nodded gravely.
"Seriously, I'm older than both of you and get no respect..."
"Also America-" and her mouth gave an odd twist like she'd bitten something sour. "-asked me to give this to Germany, but you're seeing tío Feliciano later right?"
"Sí, and he won't stay away from the sausage chomper for long." Romano agreed, the sour twist near identical. "I'll get it to him."
"What happened to the days when I was boss, huh? Those were good days. Say, do you think the NWO would give me back-"
"Shut up Spain."
---
Quebec twisted the pliers brutally, listening to bones pop out of place and the grunts of barely held in pain. The room echoed when he threw down the metal tool, leaning over where the larger man was strapped into the cold steel chair. No matter how cold Russia made the room with his malice, Quebec was unaffected. The tinge of pink in his cheeks was either due to the cold, or from the rush of adrenaline.
"So, are you ready to give up yet?"
Russia looked up at him, and grinned a bloody smile.
Quebec returned it. "Back to the hockey stick then." he decided, walking over to where he'd leaned the extremely battered, splintered and worn stick. He caressed it lovingly. "Should I put a nail through this thing...?"
He had to leap out of the way when the door slammed open hard enough to indent fully in the wall, the hinges completely snapping and the vibrations shaking the walls of the room. America didn't so much walk as charge into the room, jacket discarded and already rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Quebec couldn't get a word in before America pulled his fist back and punched Russia so hard across the face that his head snapped to the side and stayed there, limply resting against one shoulder for a moment. Knocked out, from a single blow.
Quebec swallowed as the aura of danger from America intensified. "I am guessing that you want a go?"
The overhead lights reflected off America's glasses when he looked at him, obscuring the look in his eyes. The northern nation didn't really need to see it when all his self preservation instincts were screaming to run. "Alright, have fun, I'll be back in two hours." The door couldn't be closed, so he just left it wide open as he walked down the hallway and practically ran the rest of the way to the break room.
This left America and Russia alone in the room, for the first time in nearly two years.
Deliberately slow, the blonde pulled up a chair and waited for Russia to wake up. It took nearly twenty minutes before Ivan blinked his eyes open, slowly moving them to look at his opponent. A smirk curled at his lip.
"Privyet, Amerika."
"Howdy, Russia."
With a sickening crack, Russia re-located his neck, rolling it around with a series of clicks, the smirk not disappearing even for a moment. "It has been a while since we had a chat."
America ran a hand through his hair, sitting back in his chair. "Sure has." he agreed. His face was carefully blank. "Don't suppose Quebec gave you the news."
An eyebrow rose. "Of what?"
The bespectacled Nation held up a hand, ticking off points. "I've beaten your second invasion out of Alaska, and my two new states." The corners of his mouth twitched, and he pulled down his little finger. "Quebec has handled the rest of your men coming down from the arctic circle. Interesting plan, didn't work." Pulling in the thumb, a small smile started to form. "China is dead. Hong Kong and Taiwan, working together as the Republic of China, are now handling things there. You won't be receiving any help from them any more." At the widening of Russia's eyes, the smile stretched wider, showing teeth. He pulled his ring finger down. "As we speak, your Middle Eastern allies are dropping out of the war, and I've got Germany and co steamrolling through Europe." Finally his index finger came down, leaving his middle finger to mockingly wag at Russia.
The smile spread to a full on grin, but not his usual, sunny kind. A nasty caricature of a humorous expression, wide and grotesque, splitting his face in two; that was what this grin was. He leaned in close to Russia, holding up the middle finger. "So I only have one more finger before I can punch your motherfuckin' lights out permanently. What you got ta say to that?"
Russia's grin widened to match America's own, teeth bloody and a few missing.
"Has anyone ever told you you have a lovely smile?"
Notes:
- So that was fun.
- "Tío" is Uncle in Spanish, if I remember correctly.
- Spain has a bad habit of forgetting his colonies entirely or getting them very confused. It's like a permanent Canada effect.
- I should probably note that Quebec is not always like this. As in, he's not usually so bloodthirsty. It's war, Russia's pissed him off. Usually he wouldn't give a fuck. But now it's personal.
Part 63
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Date: 2010-07-19 12:30 am (UTC)So... I laughed when Quebec made his retreat. I don't really know why. I think the way you wrote it made the image kind of funny. :/
But uh, America, babe, your leaning a little to far to the insane side. I think someone needs a rest, or you'll be as bad a Russia before long!
But yeah, I love this story!
btw, would you mind if I were to friend you? :)
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Date: 2010-07-19 09:06 am (UTC)Yeah, I tried to make it slightly less funny but it's still a really amusing image. ;; America's kinda swung round to the yan part of yandere. It's fun. 8D
Thank you!
Sure, no problem!
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Date: 2010-07-19 12:44 am (UTC)Also adored Spain in here, along with Romano and Mexico. I do wonder what's happened to Macao if Hong Kong and Taiwan are the ones running the show in China though, is it all three of them working together or is he keeping his SAR status? There are people in Taiwan who won't be happy, a lot of them wanted independence from the mainland... Though the ROC government should be happy.
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Date: 2010-07-19 09:33 am (UTC)The Spanish family are great. I love them. I'll be going back into this with the Macau and co thing. It's hard to cover everything at once. orz
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Date: 2010-07-19 03:23 pm (UTC)Ah, that's fine. When he didn't get mentioned I just went into INSTANT PANIC mode.
Also, most of my reason for commenting again here is so I can use this icon, please excuse me.
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Date: 2010-07-20 12:02 am (UTC)Lol I am enjoying this new found power to instill terror in people just by not mentioning someone. :D
/stares, /drools.
:D
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Date: 2010-07-19 01:12 am (UTC)Lol, Québec!
Oh, Pá!Spain, he probably doesn't remember because most of the countries once Spanish colonies had a common name and not individual ones.... Spain, that was a bad move xD
Yes, tío is right though if you're anal enough you might want to ad a 'my' before the 'tío' xD
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Date: 2010-07-19 09:37 am (UTC)Hehe oh Quebec. Any sane man would run.
Silly Spain, you fail at parenting as much as the rest of Europe.
So it would me "mi tío Feliciano"?
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Date: 2010-07-19 04:52 pm (UTC)I bet the rest of Europe would identify their own colonies better than him, though. All the Spanish people that I've met can't place México on a Map, even if they just recognized the USA, they also refuse to speak proper English, something about tainting their language. They're silly people :/U
Unlike in English, In Spanish it's rather unusual to call your uncles and aunts just Tío this an Tía that because you talk to them in a more formal way, since they're older and all those shits, though well you're talking to them it's just Tío/a, when referring to them you say 'mi tío' or 'mi tía'. /long and useless explanation
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Date: 2010-07-20 12:05 am (UTC)... Wow, really? That's some pretty bad parenting skills there, Spain. At least England could locate his colonies on a map.
I fail at this language, I swear. orz Lo siento.
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Date: 2010-07-20 12:18 am (UTC)... Yes, really they seem to think Mexico is South American despite being above central America.
It's okay, you're allowed to. Spanish it's weird and has a real big bunch of silly and sometimes useless rules that they stuff in our poor little children's brains when we are about 6 or 7 and tend confuse people xD
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Date: 2010-07-19 02:24 am (UTC)Uh.
America.
You're only giving him what he wants. :x
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Date: 2010-07-19 09:38 am (UTC)But he doesn't know that~
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Date: 2010-07-19 03:01 am (UTC)And this kind. This fic has everything I could ever ask for, and the fact that it's Russia being tortured by multiple people, not the other way around-- have I told you how much I love you? ♥ And hey, it's yandere!America why does this remind me of Seven Little Killers
AND MORE QUÉBEC. I saw his name. And... -ehm- Québec is just win. So much win.
/brb need new pantiesSpain, the poor indecisive thing. Being bossed around by his former colonies... XD Oh, Spain.
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Date: 2010-07-19 09:41 am (UTC)Ilu2 bb <333 It's certainly fun to write this kind of thing, it's a shame I can't do it more often. That fic where someone's killing off all the Nations?
Quebec is kind of awesome in general, methinks.
/givesThat summarises the guy in a nutshell eh? "Oh Spain".
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Date: 2010-07-19 03:39 am (UTC)Why do you take me back to my viewing of Pan's Labyrinth?!
That's all I have to say amidst my flailing over Hong Kong and Taiwan, which is totally incoherant.
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Date: 2010-07-19 09:47 am (UTC)Because Pan's Labyrinth is epicly scary and if I can imitate even a tiny bit of that awesome I consider my life complete.
*pets*
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Date: 2010-07-19 08:16 am (UTC)America...if you keep that up you'll end up almost as bad as he is
I'm still in a bit of a shock because of China, I guess I just thought that the immortal China would survive this...I'm so naive.
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Date: 2010-07-19 09:52 am (UTC)He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. 8D
Ehh... he only seems immortal. He's still a country.
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Date: 2010-07-19 02:55 pm (UTC)vital regionsborders. I swear Romano must be putting on muscle after having to hold him down so often for so many years. XDPoor Mexico... having such a fail papa who probably wishes all of his kids wore nametags orz.
Oh god I'm beyond terrified of Quebec by now orz. And America shows his dark side aaaaah. There's no going back from this. Russia you are so scary, even when half beaten to a bloody pulp sob sob sob. I suppose he got bored of picking on nations his own age because General Winter always kicked them back
o hai thar France. XD;no subject
Date: 2010-07-19 11:50 pm (UTC)God, it's true. He'd forget his own name if he had the chance, I swear.
Quebec gotta do what Quebec gotta do. :| America is going to enjoy beating the shit out of Russia. Russia likes them young now-days *SHOTSHOTSHOT*
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Date: 2010-07-19 03:12 pm (UTC)TV tropes (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/WhatYouAreInTheDark) ruined (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TechnicallyASmile) your life? (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MoralEventHorizon)
Well, I’m glad that someone finally got to beat the shit out of Russia (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LaserGuidedKarma). And why do I feel that Quebec just became the comic relief?
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Date: 2010-07-19 11:52 pm (UTC)TvTropes owns my soul, I swear. ;3; there is no escape.
/adds linked tropes to the list.
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Date: 2010-07-19 05:19 pm (UTC)Oh god US what the fuck? He's all batshit insane and D: and Russia is all tortured and happy and OH GOD THESE TWO ARE SO FUCKED UP IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY.
One thing that I find strange though, is the uncle Feliciano thing. You mean Romano is Mexico's mama? I don't have a problem with it or anything like that, is just that Mexico doesn't really have a big Italian influence (unlike, for example, Argentina). In any case, France actually had a much bigger influence (because he invaded us twice, helped to install the Second Mexican Empire (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_Mexican_Empire) that lasted three years, and we had a dictator for over 30 years that was a France fanboy). But ahh, I ramble too much and your fic is AWESOME like
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Date: 2010-07-19 11:55 pm (UTC)AREN'T THEY PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER? 8D so much yandere in one room I was grinning while writing it.
It's an in-joke from earlier in the fic. Romano hates being called "mama" by any of Spain's colonies, but they all do it because it will inevitably lead to Spain having the shit beaten out of him by an enraged Italian. So if Lovi's mama, then Feli's tío. Get it?
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Date: 2010-07-19 05:22 pm (UTC)BOOM! *literally* (gosh that was a bad joke... orz)
Canada, Belarus, and China are DEAD! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE CANADA'S DEATH! T^T I don't really care for Belarus, so her death didn't really matter to me.... that sounded mean didn't? It didn't really bother me when China died either, because he was kinda acting like... an ass, but, it did sadden me that he did die, just not like Canada's death did. Did that sound cruel or was I just being really blunt with my opinion? Wow, I just overused the word 'did' is those few sentences. The thing kind of scared me was that the chapters between Canada's death and America nuking Belarus that I was actually rooting America on to nuke someone, preferably Russia but I'm totally content with him nuking Belarus... Gosh I just keep on sounding crueler and crueler with each sentence! D: I'm truely not this cruel, your story brings the cruel out in me! D: ALSO, YOU NUKED MEH CITY! T-T Chicago that is, my little brother, my parents, my grandparents, my little doggies, and ME! ALL TO DUST! T^T *BLUBBERS* But, I'm not mad, I kind of had weird fascination that you chose Chicago over New York or something, and that kind of makes me proud to live in Chicago! :D Errr, that's sounds weird doesn't it? D: I can't wait 'til France tells Scotland what happen while he was... out of it? There's going to be scottish rage in the hills, I can feel! >:D *cackles* AGAIN WITH THE CRUELTY! D: I don't know what is up with me!?!?! D:
Sorry, I rambled a lot in this comment didn't I?!? Again, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE this story! I'm already stalking you so there will be more of my rambling comments in the future! :D I hope you don't mind!
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Date: 2010-07-19 07:26 pm (UTC)So I'd starve and live in fear and you'd be dead. The question is just: What's better?
China D=
Even though he was kind of an ass in this fic (The PRC is some real life ass state after all), I'm still kind of sad. I don't care too much about Belarus. And CANADA T-T
Are we really talking about what is a better way to die!?! XD
Date: 2010-07-19 10:13 pm (UTC)LOL Kingdom of Bavaria! XD
I was still sad but I don't know... I think that I just don't China that much... D: I don't care for Belarus at all so we're on equal ground there.
Re: Are we really talking about what is a better way to die!?! XD
Date: 2010-07-20 04:22 am (UTC)I'd probably just beat the shit out of anyone who tries to destroy a building a little bit historic. Not too far away they tried to bomb a weapon factory near here and by mistake bombed the historic street...
Now it looks ugly and modern (my opinion...) ^^;
Either that or Freistaat Bayern (Freestate Bavaria) 8D
Both titles carry a lot of our history, although kingdom would be so much cooler 8D
Thanks to our neat kingdom, we're actually are just aware of being bavarian and have a weird national bavarian pride. And what would the world do without the original Oktoberfest? ^^
Re: Are we really talking about what is a better way to die!?! XD
Date: 2010-07-20 05:30 am (UTC)I agree with you kingdom would be so much cooler! 8D Yes, where would the world be without the original Oktoberfest.... scary thought.
Re: Are we really talking about what is a better way to die!?! XD
Date: 2010-07-20 03:48 pm (UTC)Freistaat is just an old world for Republic, but we are already called Freistaat, we are just not our own country.
It's kind of funny that the stereotype for Germany is, more often than not, still wearing Lederhosen or Dirndl. Even more funny that those things exist, just not with people who call themselves german 8D
Heh, it's fine, there've been longer.
Date: 2010-07-20 12:00 am (UTC)Haha this series is just here to make people feel cruel and vindictive. I exist to corrupt you all, mwahaha.
*hides her reaper's scythe, whistling innocently* Canada, Belarus and China's deaths are all different, I suppose. Canada was the most innocent, Belarus was the most sudden and least mourned, and China was being an arse in the first place so. :| I'm sorry I nuked your city! Well, I'm not but. Yeah. Reason why I didn't nuke New York was because I thought some people might not take kindly to it after 9/11. It's why I've not mentioned car bombs or blowing up the London tube; there's fiction and then there's hitting too close to home. Though I guess I did that anyway by blowing up your home town. Sorry!
I don't mind rambly comments; I love them! Keep them coming, and I hope you continue to enjoy the story!
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Date: 2010-07-20 04:26 pm (UTC)OH, SPAIN. I'd say you need to see somebody about those extra personalities, but I don't think any one counselor could handle it. Maybe a whole team?
Oh Quebec. Good boy, standing up to Russia! Just, make way for the pro. America's damn good at that.
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Date: 2010-07-26 05:29 pm (UTC)This chapter made me think that subconsciously, America wants what Russia wants, too. it's not about Arthur's getting hurt. If it were anyone else who attacked Iggy, he probably wouldn't care that much (he sold weapons to Ireland, for goodness' sake). Russia made it personal, made America see red and lose rationality. I've never been convinced of AmeRus until reading this chapter (doesn't make me like it any better, tho).
Things do sound like the war's ending soon...and then FT is nearing its end...oh my. the mere notion makes me sad.
thank you for the update! it's awesome :)