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."
---
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 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 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 02:24 am (UTC)Uh.
America.
You're only giving him what he wants. :x
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From:no subject
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 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 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 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)
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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 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
Prussiaalways.(no subject)
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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: 2010-07-20 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 :)