Family Ties [Part 66]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Australia, Japan, New Zealand, France, Scotland, Lithuania, Poland
Rating: 12
Warnings: Attempted suicide, French swearing.
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.
"Japan, come on." Australia called, knocking on the Asian Nation's door with a long sigh. He'd locked himself in there for the past week. Just dropped his tofu in the middle of eating it, covered his mouth and rushed for the bathroom. At first Brooke had just dismissed it as really bad tofu (didn't understand how he ate that stuff anyway), but when Kiku went immediately from the bathroom to his own room with such speed Australia hadn't expected from someone with such reserve as Japan, and then locked himself in there and wouldn't talk to anyone, he knew something was wrong.
Why'd he suddenly reverted to his hikiko-whazit habits?
"Jappa..." he knocked again, more like hammered. "I have your favourite tuna here!" Okay, that was a lie, but if he could just get his foot in the door. "Your Miku cosplay arrived."
The door slid open.
The first thought to pass through Brooke's mind probably should have been 'wait, you actually ordered Miku cosplay?' or something to that effect. However, this was quickly swept out of the way by how Japan looked.
He hadn't seen the shorter Nation wear so much white since the second world war.
"...Holy Jesus why do you have a knife?!"
The bags under Japan's eyes told that he hadn't slept the entire time he'd been locked in his room. His robe sagged and displayed his chest, sash shuffled down to show his stomach. Australia looked from the knife, to the clothes, to the look on Japan's face, and put two and two together.
"What the fuck!?" He tried to snatch the knife off him, but the little Nation was fast. "No way are you committing harakiri on me! What the hell happened?!"
Japan opened his mouth, then closed it, and did this a few times before answering. "I am trying to salvage what little dignity and honour I can from this."
"From what?!"
"Aussie?" New Zealand called, looking down the corridor at the two, headphones in one ear blasting some inane music. "Did you get him to open-" his sister was much faster at assessing the situation, mouth falling shut very abruptly.
"China is dead. That was not what I intended to..." Japan tried, trailing off and looking to the floor. Australia ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated.
"No he's not, he's just changed from a commie to a republic." he groaned. How do you mix this stuff up? But Japan was shaking his head already.
"He's dead." he asserted dully. "He did not wish to change, so he died with his old government. It is what happens to Nations that no longer want to adapt." A glance at the knife in his hand. "I know that I would not die from this, but... for the sake of everyone involved and their integrity..."
Australia saw a chance and grabbed the blade, hissing when he nicked himself on the edge. "If it's not gonna kill you then why bother?!" yelled Australia, grabbing the front of Japan's robe to shake him. "If you feel guilty, then fucking live with it and work to improve things, don't just try this shit on because you think it'll make you fucking feel better!"
"Aussie!" New Zealand grabbed his arm, looking worried by the anger radiating from her brother. "Stop it!"
Slowly, the taller Nation released Kiku, stalking off down the hallway.
"If anyone's guilty it's me. Let me face the consequences of my own actions." he growled.
----
France had gotten to the stage where blood was just starting to replenish itself and the plesant numb dizziness that came with extreme bloodloss was ceeding to burning daggers of pain in various parts of his body. He kept silent on this mostly, at least until the car hit a bump and jostled him. Then he would detail exactly how much pain he was in and threaten to exact that and more on the next person who made him move.
This didn't help poor Lithuania's driving confidence.
"Oi, Francis, leave off before he crashes the bloody car." Scotland grumbled from his seat in the front, watching as the scenery became less fields and more high buildings. The city sprouted around them, stonework and iron feeling more like a jail cell than an inhabited bustling hub of life. On the corner, three protesting young women were being arrested. God knows what was on their picket signs though, he couldn't read Cyrillic.
"Brûle en enfer." France cursed as they turned a corner. The NWO headquaters loomed, suddenly a lot closer than previously thought.
"It's fine, I'm fine." assured Lithuania, though his voice was unsteady and his shoulders hunched. Poland poked one experimentally, causing the brunette to jump in his seat and nearly swerve the car into a lamp post. Cue more cursing from France.
"Hahaha, way too tense, Liet." Poland giggled, then cut himself off midway, looking around as if confused. "Like, when did we get here?"
Nearly half the tension drained from Lithuania's shoulders. "Thank god, you're back."
"Not again!" he flailed, then noticed the head in his lap. "Omigawd like, EW! Liet, France is like, bleeding on me!"
Lithuania's expression was nothing short of painfully exasperated. "Oh god, you're back." he groaned.
Scotland shook his head in silent sympathy.
Notes:
- Any spelling mistakes may be due to the fact I'm writing this from Nena's laptop and she has a painfully small keyboard.
- In Asia, white is the colour for death. Mixed East-West weddings are confusing.
- Harakiri is the Japanese method of suicide to preserve honor. It's not commonly used in the modern day at all, but was common among samuri in the Edo period. Japan's a traditional kind of bloke and I like drama. Deal.
- France's cuss is basically "burn in hell".
- Short. Tired.
Part 67
Characters (in this chapter): Australia, Japan, New Zealand, France, Scotland, Lithuania, Poland
Rating: 12
Warnings: Attempted suicide, French swearing.
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.
"Japan, come on." Australia called, knocking on the Asian Nation's door with a long sigh. He'd locked himself in there for the past week. Just dropped his tofu in the middle of eating it, covered his mouth and rushed for the bathroom. At first Brooke had just dismissed it as really bad tofu (didn't understand how he ate that stuff anyway), but when Kiku went immediately from the bathroom to his own room with such speed Australia hadn't expected from someone with such reserve as Japan, and then locked himself in there and wouldn't talk to anyone, he knew something was wrong.
Why'd he suddenly reverted to his hikiko-whazit habits?
"Jappa..." he knocked again, more like hammered. "I have your favourite tuna here!" Okay, that was a lie, but if he could just get his foot in the door. "Your Miku cosplay arrived."
The door slid open.
The first thought to pass through Brooke's mind probably should have been 'wait, you actually ordered Miku cosplay?' or something to that effect. However, this was quickly swept out of the way by how Japan looked.
He hadn't seen the shorter Nation wear so much white since the second world war.
"...Holy Jesus why do you have a knife?!"
The bags under Japan's eyes told that he hadn't slept the entire time he'd been locked in his room. His robe sagged and displayed his chest, sash shuffled down to show his stomach. Australia looked from the knife, to the clothes, to the look on Japan's face, and put two and two together.
"What the fuck!?" He tried to snatch the knife off him, but the little Nation was fast. "No way are you committing harakiri on me! What the hell happened?!"
Japan opened his mouth, then closed it, and did this a few times before answering. "I am trying to salvage what little dignity and honour I can from this."
"From what?!"
"Aussie?" New Zealand called, looking down the corridor at the two, headphones in one ear blasting some inane music. "Did you get him to open-" his sister was much faster at assessing the situation, mouth falling shut very abruptly.
"China is dead. That was not what I intended to..." Japan tried, trailing off and looking to the floor. Australia ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated.
"No he's not, he's just changed from a commie to a republic." he groaned. How do you mix this stuff up? But Japan was shaking his head already.
"He's dead." he asserted dully. "He did not wish to change, so he died with his old government. It is what happens to Nations that no longer want to adapt." A glance at the knife in his hand. "I know that I would not die from this, but... for the sake of everyone involved and their integrity..."
Australia saw a chance and grabbed the blade, hissing when he nicked himself on the edge. "If it's not gonna kill you then why bother?!" yelled Australia, grabbing the front of Japan's robe to shake him. "If you feel guilty, then fucking live with it and work to improve things, don't just try this shit on because you think it'll make you fucking feel better!"
"Aussie!" New Zealand grabbed his arm, looking worried by the anger radiating from her brother. "Stop it!"
Slowly, the taller Nation released Kiku, stalking off down the hallway.
"If anyone's guilty it's me. Let me face the consequences of my own actions." he growled.
----
France had gotten to the stage where blood was just starting to replenish itself and the plesant numb dizziness that came with extreme bloodloss was ceeding to burning daggers of pain in various parts of his body. He kept silent on this mostly, at least until the car hit a bump and jostled him. Then he would detail exactly how much pain he was in and threaten to exact that and more on the next person who made him move.
This didn't help poor Lithuania's driving confidence.
"Oi, Francis, leave off before he crashes the bloody car." Scotland grumbled from his seat in the front, watching as the scenery became less fields and more high buildings. The city sprouted around them, stonework and iron feeling more like a jail cell than an inhabited bustling hub of life. On the corner, three protesting young women were being arrested. God knows what was on their picket signs though, he couldn't read Cyrillic.
"Brûle en enfer." France cursed as they turned a corner. The NWO headquaters loomed, suddenly a lot closer than previously thought.
"It's fine, I'm fine." assured Lithuania, though his voice was unsteady and his shoulders hunched. Poland poked one experimentally, causing the brunette to jump in his seat and nearly swerve the car into a lamp post. Cue more cursing from France.
"Hahaha, way too tense, Liet." Poland giggled, then cut himself off midway, looking around as if confused. "Like, when did we get here?"
Nearly half the tension drained from Lithuania's shoulders. "Thank god, you're back."
"Not again!" he flailed, then noticed the head in his lap. "Omigawd like, EW! Liet, France is like, bleeding on me!"
Lithuania's expression was nothing short of painfully exasperated. "Oh god, you're back." he groaned.
Scotland shook his head in silent sympathy.
Notes:
- Any spelling mistakes may be due to the fact I'm writing this from Nena's laptop and she has a painfully small keyboard.
- In Asia, white is the colour for death. Mixed East-West weddings are confusing.
- Harakiri is the Japanese method of suicide to preserve honor. It's not commonly used in the modern day at all, but was common among samuri in the Edo period. Japan's a traditional kind of bloke and I like drama. Deal.
- France's cuss is basically "burn in hell".
- Short. Tired.
Part 67
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:50 am (UTC)