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Family Ties [Part 68]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Quebec, Russia, America, Ukraine, England, Wales, Germany.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Crazy!America, Crazy!Russia, military talk.
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.
Quebec didn't want to go back there. He'd said two hours, but it'd been nearly a week and America just kept coming back to do more and more, leaving with an unsettlingly satisfied smile every time. Was this what being a real Nation was like? Quebec wasn't feeling so confident anymore. In fact, he was more than a little nervous when he came to push Russia's food through the slot on his door. It's not that he was scared of Russia, hell no. It would be a cold day in hell when he was scared of that bastard. Nah, America was more frightening. Who would believe it, though? America was sincere in every smile he made.
Even the ones that contained more teeth than a smile should.
Opening the hatch and kneeling down to push the food in, the northern Nation could hear them talking.
"... so do you know what I'll do to your sister?"
"I'm sure you're going to tell me, America. We've been playing this game a while now."
A laugh. "You say that like you don't enjoy it." A hissing sound, like a hot iron pressed against flesh. Russia made a muffled sound. "First, I'm going to turn all her fields into a nuclear wasteland. Next, I'm going to take all her people, and pick out the loyalist spies. The innocent can move elsewhere, and change nationality. They can even come live with me, since I'm so nice and all. I got space. And then, then I'm going to make it like Ukraine never even existed. Like how Belarus doesn't exist anymore."
"Like how Canada doesn't exist anymore?" Russia's reply was snapped, angered, which alone surprised Quebec. America was pushing his buttons on purpose. A smack resounded.
"You're great when you're angry, but shut the fuck up." the tone was sweet. The sound of a key in a lock, scratching metal, and then falling chains on to the floor. "You wanna fight me? Fight me then, come on. You know you want to. I know you want to."
A short silence, and the metal chair scraped back. "We're so much more alike than you know, America." murmured Russia, sounding pleased, in that disturbing way of his.
Zut, these two were nuts. And Quebec was so out of here, before they could find him out.
It was on his way back that he paused next to another door. Glancing down the hall to make sure America was busy, Quebec let himself in, peering around the door frame. Ukraine was sitting in a corner, crying, her arm broken and in a sling, cradled against herself as she curled up. This curling up was of course hampered by her... large tracts of land, but the effect was enough to make Quebec rethink his original plan of taunting her.
".. oi, I 'ave your food." he announced, setting it down on the chair she'd been provided. With no natural light and no clock in here, meal times were all she probably had to tell the time with. "Stop crying already and eat."
She peered up at him, stared, and then went back to refreshed sobs.
"Mon dieu, will you stop it!" he shouted. He didn't want to see her crying, it made her seem less like the monster that had killed his brother. "Just eat the food already. You've not been eating any of the stuff we give you so I'll stand here and watch you until you do!"
Ukraine sniffed and wiped at her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she mumbled. "You... you look a l-lot like him."
"Oh, and that makes you uncomfortable? Well too bad for you!" he snapped. "Maybe you shouldn't have killed him then!"
This made her break down again. "No! No, I never meant to kill him! No..."
Quebec felt something heavy in his stomach. Guilt? No, she was the guilty one, why should he care. And he didn't care. Even if he could feel like someone was giving him a disapproving and reproachful look. Nobody was here but them. He'd never forgive her.
No matter how cute she looked when she cried.
An annoyed noise sounded in the back of his throat, and he stormed from the room. However, upon reaching the door, he nearly ran head first into America.
"Ah, sorry Quebec. I'm just here to borrow Ukraine a while." He sounded so cheerful. Quebec edged around him.
"Yeah, uh, all yours. Au revoir!"
Maybe it wasn't guilt. After all, pity was something you could give to enemies.
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England rubbed at his eyes, yawning as the plane came in to land in Berlin. Wales, next to him, stretched until his back cracked satisfyingly. Military planes were hardly the most comfortable place for a nap, but they'd come here nearly straight away, without stop. Wales could feel his left leg starting to fall asleep, so they'd landed just in time. Unstrapping from their seats, they rose and exited the plane, to be greeted by Germany, looking very tired indeed.
"Guten Tag, England, Wales." he said, giving them a brief salute, which they returned. "The convoy leaves for Poland tomorrow, so you can give your men a break in my city tonight."
"That's very thoughtful of you, Germany." replied England. "They've been working hard to reclaim Scotland, a lot of them could use a break."
Wales looked around. "Where's Prussia? Doesn't he usually follow you around?" Their breath made puffs of steam in the cold winter air.
Germany sighed wearily. "He's been up to something, and I don't have the time nor the patience to find out what it is. Either way he's claimed nearly half the house for the sake of it. I've been traveling with my men so it's not as though I need the space right now..."
Rolling his eyes, England hefted his pack higher onto his shoulders and began walking out of the airport, Germany leading and Wales following. "God only knows what he's gone and gotten involved in now. Probably better we didn't know anyway. How's it going keeping control of Europe?"
"It's tough, everyone's worried about being invaded. Soldiers from France have made several attempts on Belgium, Holland, Spain and myself." he shot England a look. "But strangely, not on you."
"They're having problems in the channel, I believe." a small smirk worked it's way onto the shorter Nation's face. He loved naval strategy. "Though France's ships seem to be flimsy as cardboard anyway. I've had intelligence suggesting rebels. It'd be very like him."
Germany frowned. "Very. Other than France, I feel I should inform you that Portugal's gone under deep cover with Greece to help convince the Middle East to pull out. There's been no word back, because of the security issues, but also no recent moves from the Middle East unless directed by Russia himself."
"Well, good." Wales said, watching England worry internally for a second. His brother was terribly predictable like this. "That's one less problem. How about the occupied Eastern Bloc?"
"They're calling it that again, are they?" the taller blonde said, then shook his head. "We're managing to penetrate defenses in V-form maneuvers, but some of our men have had the back enclosed behind them and been trapped before. It's a matter of patience and will to keep going."
"I see," the two brothers said in unison, sharing a look. England cleared his throat and continued. "So, we're taking the route through Poland to Lithuania, joining with Austria, Hungary and Ireland, then the majority of forces will enter Russia, with aerial back up."
"That is correct."
"Wonderful." England clasped his hands together, smirking. "Let's hope we can end this for Christmas."
Note:
- Russia and America have an interesting effect on each other; they each make the other's worst qualities come out. It's almost sweet. /twisted
- Oho, Germany remembers la Resistance.
Part 69
Characters (in this chapter): Quebec, Russia, America, Ukraine, England, Wales, Germany.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Crazy!America, Crazy!Russia, military talk.
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.
Quebec didn't want to go back there. He'd said two hours, but it'd been nearly a week and America just kept coming back to do more and more, leaving with an unsettlingly satisfied smile every time. Was this what being a real Nation was like? Quebec wasn't feeling so confident anymore. In fact, he was more than a little nervous when he came to push Russia's food through the slot on his door. It's not that he was scared of Russia, hell no. It would be a cold day in hell when he was scared of that bastard. Nah, America was more frightening. Who would believe it, though? America was sincere in every smile he made.
Even the ones that contained more teeth than a smile should.
Opening the hatch and kneeling down to push the food in, the northern Nation could hear them talking.
"... so do you know what I'll do to your sister?"
"I'm sure you're going to tell me, America. We've been playing this game a while now."
A laugh. "You say that like you don't enjoy it." A hissing sound, like a hot iron pressed against flesh. Russia made a muffled sound. "First, I'm going to turn all her fields into a nuclear wasteland. Next, I'm going to take all her people, and pick out the loyalist spies. The innocent can move elsewhere, and change nationality. They can even come live with me, since I'm so nice and all. I got space. And then, then I'm going to make it like Ukraine never even existed. Like how Belarus doesn't exist anymore."
"Like how Canada doesn't exist anymore?" Russia's reply was snapped, angered, which alone surprised Quebec. America was pushing his buttons on purpose. A smack resounded.
"You're great when you're angry, but shut the fuck up." the tone was sweet. The sound of a key in a lock, scratching metal, and then falling chains on to the floor. "You wanna fight me? Fight me then, come on. You know you want to. I know you want to."
A short silence, and the metal chair scraped back. "We're so much more alike than you know, America." murmured Russia, sounding pleased, in that disturbing way of his.
Zut, these two were nuts. And Quebec was so out of here, before they could find him out.
It was on his way back that he paused next to another door. Glancing down the hall to make sure America was busy, Quebec let himself in, peering around the door frame. Ukraine was sitting in a corner, crying, her arm broken and in a sling, cradled against herself as she curled up. This curling up was of course hampered by her... large tracts of land, but the effect was enough to make Quebec rethink his original plan of taunting her.
".. oi, I 'ave your food." he announced, setting it down on the chair she'd been provided. With no natural light and no clock in here, meal times were all she probably had to tell the time with. "Stop crying already and eat."
She peered up at him, stared, and then went back to refreshed sobs.
"Mon dieu, will you stop it!" he shouted. He didn't want to see her crying, it made her seem less like the monster that had killed his brother. "Just eat the food already. You've not been eating any of the stuff we give you so I'll stand here and watch you until you do!"
Ukraine sniffed and wiped at her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she mumbled. "You... you look a l-lot like him."
"Oh, and that makes you uncomfortable? Well too bad for you!" he snapped. "Maybe you shouldn't have killed him then!"
This made her break down again. "No! No, I never meant to kill him! No..."
Quebec felt something heavy in his stomach. Guilt? No, she was the guilty one, why should he care. And he didn't care. Even if he could feel like someone was giving him a disapproving and reproachful look. Nobody was here but them. He'd never forgive her.
No matter how cute she looked when she cried.
An annoyed noise sounded in the back of his throat, and he stormed from the room. However, upon reaching the door, he nearly ran head first into America.
"Ah, sorry Quebec. I'm just here to borrow Ukraine a while." He sounded so cheerful. Quebec edged around him.
"Yeah, uh, all yours. Au revoir!"
Maybe it wasn't guilt. After all, pity was something you could give to enemies.
----
England rubbed at his eyes, yawning as the plane came in to land in Berlin. Wales, next to him, stretched until his back cracked satisfyingly. Military planes were hardly the most comfortable place for a nap, but they'd come here nearly straight away, without stop. Wales could feel his left leg starting to fall asleep, so they'd landed just in time. Unstrapping from their seats, they rose and exited the plane, to be greeted by Germany, looking very tired indeed.
"Guten Tag, England, Wales." he said, giving them a brief salute, which they returned. "The convoy leaves for Poland tomorrow, so you can give your men a break in my city tonight."
"That's very thoughtful of you, Germany." replied England. "They've been working hard to reclaim Scotland, a lot of them could use a break."
Wales looked around. "Where's Prussia? Doesn't he usually follow you around?" Their breath made puffs of steam in the cold winter air.
Germany sighed wearily. "He's been up to something, and I don't have the time nor the patience to find out what it is. Either way he's claimed nearly half the house for the sake of it. I've been traveling with my men so it's not as though I need the space right now..."
Rolling his eyes, England hefted his pack higher onto his shoulders and began walking out of the airport, Germany leading and Wales following. "God only knows what he's gone and gotten involved in now. Probably better we didn't know anyway. How's it going keeping control of Europe?"
"It's tough, everyone's worried about being invaded. Soldiers from France have made several attempts on Belgium, Holland, Spain and myself." he shot England a look. "But strangely, not on you."
"They're having problems in the channel, I believe." a small smirk worked it's way onto the shorter Nation's face. He loved naval strategy. "Though France's ships seem to be flimsy as cardboard anyway. I've had intelligence suggesting rebels. It'd be very like him."
Germany frowned. "Very. Other than France, I feel I should inform you that Portugal's gone under deep cover with Greece to help convince the Middle East to pull out. There's been no word back, because of the security issues, but also no recent moves from the Middle East unless directed by Russia himself."
"Well, good." Wales said, watching England worry internally for a second. His brother was terribly predictable like this. "That's one less problem. How about the occupied Eastern Bloc?"
"They're calling it that again, are they?" the taller blonde said, then shook his head. "We're managing to penetrate defenses in V-form maneuvers, but some of our men have had the back enclosed behind them and been trapped before. It's a matter of patience and will to keep going."
"I see," the two brothers said in unison, sharing a look. England cleared his throat and continued. "So, we're taking the route through Poland to Lithuania, joining with Austria, Hungary and Ireland, then the majority of forces will enter Russia, with aerial back up."
"That is correct."
"Wonderful." England clasped his hands together, smirking. "Let's hope we can end this for Christmas."
Note:
- Russia and America have an interesting effect on each other; they each make the other's worst qualities come out. It's almost sweet. /twisted
- Oho, Germany remembers la Resistance.
Part 69
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Second: ...should I be worried that that's the icon you choose to post this chapter?
And finally: AMERICA. NO. BAD. DOWN. DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH UKRAINE. Misplaced loyalty much... LEAVE HER ALOOONE! QUEBEC DO SOMETHING YOU SPINELESS-
Even though, yea. Canada. Canada's ghost will spend the rest of your life haunting the shit out of you if you hurt her! Russia you might be a crazy masochist but at least try to bust your poor sister out of your crazy yandere games with America B|
...I'm siding with the NWO again, I'm going to shut up now.
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Hey man, it's just an icon. Not like it indicates my evil ways or anything. Though I did come up with an absolutely evil idea today. Mwahahah.
Haunting Quebec. "Cleeeean yoooour roooooom." XDDDDDD Sorry. Sorry, serious face. Ahem.
You traitor you.
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And I call bullshit B| That icon totally indicates that you have an evil plan because the four flowers and blue hair are totally symbolic in some ancient code that no one except you and a few museum higher ups can decipher and we'll all have to go on a quest through London and several mafia rings to find out what it means!
Don't you have enough evil ideas for this already? =_=
"Yoooou caaan't dooo aaaaaaanything without your alooooowaaaaaance" Yes. Serious faces. :|
Ah, but it could be double bluffing now.
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It appears you have figured out my secret. You know too much. I'm sorry, Nena, but I must now erase you using my secret powers that allow me to re-write reality.
... well this is the most evil idea yet.
"Chaaaaange Yukoooon's diaperrrrrrsssss." So serious we could out-serious Sweden.
Or triple bluffing. Or quadruple bluffing. Whatever, I'm going to bed, night.
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Oh god. Just: oh god. >_<
"Be niiiiice to Ontarioooooo" B| Hmm.
Night lovely.
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<3 8D
"Doooon't foooorget to buy Prince Edward Island a Christmas preseeeeeeent this yeeeeeaaaarrrrr. I'm not there to stop her crying so it's your prooooobleeeeeeeeem"
In the end, I was kept awake by my ear until 2am ;A;
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"And don't kill Albertaaaaaaaaa."
I saw, silly moo go to the doctors, get some medicine.
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"If Saskatchewan gets lost in the forest I'm blaming yooooooou." "You're sounding less like a ghost by the minute, Matt." "Uh. Boo?"
But I went yesterday and they gave me drops and they don't do anything but make my ears ring.
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XDDD "Ghosts don't nag Matt!"
...well fuck maybe there's jsut a lot of gunk in there?
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"Look, you're going to need some guidance, eh? I'm your spirit guide." "Allow me to call bullshit on that." "... Alright, heaven is a little boring."
Well half the reason why I get ear infections all the time is A: because my immune system is a piece of shit and B: because my ears overproduce wax and it gets infected and ew and it's currently completely blocking my ear canal and this plus swelling means that I can't sodding hear anything.
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"So you're bugging me?!" "Couldn't let you run riot eh, besides between you and America, someone's gotta be the boss."
...suck to be you. Plug up your other ear, then yuo won't be off balance?
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"So even when you're dead you're going to boss me around. Merde." "On the bright side, I can teach you that recipe for pancakes now I have free time, eh?"
Yes, perfect idea, only then I'll be completely fucking deaf you imbecile. B|
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XD A beautiful symbiotic relationship of ghost and human.
idefk, hearing nothing might be less irritating than hearing one side B|
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What a guy, makes you cry, und I did.
Only most of the communication in my house is done by yelling so I'd like to have at least one ear available so I know when my cuppa's done.
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Time Warp now y/y?
/facepalm. Try getting mikes.
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America ; ; Ameeeerica hasdvd Have you forgotten? shbhasd Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and and and jshhdgde AMERICA WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE GOING TO DO, DON'T YOU'LL REGRET IT LATER JShabdgsedyus
/waves white flag damn it
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/giggles
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Prussia and his Frankenstein project!! 8D (I thought you forgot about that....)
Oh, and do I see a ‘final battle’ being planed here?
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(Of course not. It's all a part of my sinister plan after all.)
>> maybe.
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Germany is awesome. XD
Prussia has Elvis in his room. Obviously.
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Poor guy is so long suffering in every world war. And he didn't even start this one.
GASP. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?!
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This story has been so informative, thrilling, and just amazing. Your characterizations of every single character are perfect. One of the best stories I have ever read, hands down. Well done!
That out of the way, this chapter!! Unf. I re-read the America and Russia scene about 5 times. So fantastic. I loved just hearing it through Quebec's point of view.
Ah! I can't wait to find out what Prussia's up to. I just can't wait for everything!
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Aaaah >////< I don't deserve such flattery. I'm very glad you like it though, I try and put effort into keeping in character with everyone. Here's hoping I can keep it up to the end.
Rus/Ame was such a lurker pairing until recently in this fic. I remember someone asking me where it was, since I put it in the "pairings" list. Good thing you're enjoying the yandere because they're gonna be at it a while. XD
Let's see what's behind door number one-- not! You'll see!
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Still wondering about what Prussia is doing. And I'm starting to agree with the idea that he has the dead and/or missing nations.
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Yoooou will seeeeeee~!
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AND THE RUS/AME. You're killing me. I'm in love with this chapter asdgfjk
England's naval tactics uuunnnfff. That side of him is awesome like nothing else in the world.
I can't wait for your evil plan. Evil plans are evil meaning evil plans are fun. ^w^
And about the people who say that Prussia is reviving the dead nations… that simply cannot be! It is against the laws of the universe! /shot
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The chapter loves you too? If it has the ability to feel love, this soulless creation of mine.
Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times.
Well it is Prussia so...