Family Ties [Part 74]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Australia, New Zealand, Portugal, Turkey, Greece, Afghanistan.
Rating: 12
Warnings: RELEASED BEFORE MIDNIGHT GMT OMG WHAT IS THIS other than that the terrorist kitties make another brief appearance, and there's some angst.
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.
"Aussie?" New Zealand looked around the house for her brother, headphones hanging out of one ear, mindless noise in the other just to have something there to kill the silence. He had to be around here somewhere, he wouldn't go out without telling her. "Aus? Oi, wombat, where are you?!"
There was a clatter from the garden, but she swore she'd checked there. Shrugging, the blonde turned on her heel and looked out onto the porch. The house opened up onto a flat expanse of land, mainly due to being in the middle of bloody nowhere. "Aus, this isn't funny-"
Brooke was half-passed out on the edge of the decking, shirt discarded and skin flaming red from sunburn. Katherine tried to drag him into the shade or wake him up, but the idiot was too heavy. In the end, she grabbed some water from the pool, and splashed a little on his neck. Spluttering, Australia revived, blinking up at his sister.
"Oh... hey Kiwi." he struggled to get to his feet, but ended up nearly falling over again if it wasn't for the fact she caught him. However, this meant she touched his sunburn, eliciting a hiss of discomfort. Once she'd dragged him inside, he settled on a chair. His face was as burnt as his skin.
"What the fuck Aus!" cried New Zealand, snatching the after-sun from the cupboard. The brunette chuckled sheepishly.
"Sorry, you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you. It was only a little wander..."
"Without a shirt or sunscreen in the middle of summer! You know better than that!" she waved the bottle under his nose threateningly. "What're you playing at, huh? Are you an idiot? Even a moron like you wouldn't forget the existence of the goddamn sun!"
Australia looked pained. "That's not-"
"Then what?! What is it?!" she fumed at him for a moment, before registering the slump in her brother's usually confident shoulders. "... oh Aus, don't tell me you did this to punish yourself."
Australia didn't answer.
"Of all times, now? Just because the extent of the damage was released on the news? You knew what you were getting into, right? Even though you never told me you were going to drop those stupid bombs." She landed the bottle on his head, hard enough for him to mutter a quiet "ow". "You knew I wouldn't be happy with this. You know why I wouldn't be happy? Because I knew it would make you miserable."
"I'm not-"
"Don't you dare lie to me, Brooke Kelly!" her voice hit new levels of shrill and Australia winced. "Idiot. Idiot! Weren't you yelling at Japan the other day? That if you feel guilty, don't hurt yourself, try to do something constructive to fix it!"
A long silence passed, with the white noise of New Zealand's headphones and the chirping of animals outside the only sound. Australia sighed. "How am I supposed to fix anything when the whole of Asia and the Pacific hates me-ack!"
New Zealand didn't give any warning before applying the cool after-sun cream to Australia's bare back, making him arch and give an odd choked whine. "Well, I don't hate you."
"You don't?"
"No." she replied, squirting more cream into her hands. "I think you're a complete moron whose brain fried in the sun about 500 years ago, but I don't hate you. I'm just not cool with the nukes thing. In fact, you'll probably find that a lot of people, in the Pacific at least, don't hate you all that much. Well." an amused snort. "Maybe Fiji but who knows with him, sulky brat."
Australia didn't seem to find it very funny. Rolling her eyes, Kat smacked him lightly on his sunburned shoulder. He jerked upright with a rather unmanly squeak.
"Let things calm down, and then try to build up from there, alright? And if I catch you doing this again I'm feeding you to the crocs myself."
"Geez, alright mum."
Another slap and a yelp echoed, and all was normal once again.
---
It had been quite a feat to drag Portugal away from the Caspian Sea, and even when they had he was muttering and glaring at the rocks and sand like they'd paid him a personal insult. Turkey had taken to ignoring him while he sulked, but Afghanistan continued to attempt to cheer him up.
"Only 1100 miles to go until Moscow! We're halfway there!" she urged, but Portugal merely smacked his head on the dashboard of the Jeep they'd, ahem, borrowed. "Um, there will be a lot of rivers on the way?" A grunt. "And it might even snow! How exciting is that!" Nothing. Afghanistan gave a helpless shrug to Greece from her position in the drivers seat, who was half snoozing with some non-rabid, quite normal cats they'd picked up somewhere back in Iran.
"At least our military forces are moving faster than we are." Turkey chimed in from the seat of the gun turret. Well they weren't about to steal/borrow-and-not-give-back an ordinary Jeep, were they.
"How do you know that?" grumbled the Iberian Nation. "They're cut off from civilian connections because of the stealth required, and civilian connections are all we have." He peered at his phone forlornly. "And to top it off I ran out of battery somewhere back by Azerbaijan."
"Oh, what a shame." Turkey grinned, whistling innocently when Portugal threw a nasty glare at him. "Don't get your turban twisted over it, Jibril, once we find a city I'm sure we'll find somewhere to charge your stupid phone."
"And then ditch the Jeep." muttered Greece, eyes opening. "We have unwanted visitors on our trail and the gun turret sticks out too much."
"Unwanted...?" Afghanistan pondered aloud, before checking her rear view mirror. Clinging to another truck on the highway were two very familiar and nasty looking cats, hair matted and mouths foaming even in the wind. "Gah! Buckle up, I'll lose them in Groznny!" And without any more warning than that, she turned off the highway in a screech of tires (and maybe passengers).
Notes:
- Filler chapter what filler chapter I am not dragging this out or anything I swear to god YOU SAW NOTHING.
- And the guilt finally hits home for Australia. New Zealand is very vocal in her anti-nuke policies and makes sure Australia knows about it most of the time, but Australia still has one of the world's largest supply of Uranium to make nuclear weapons with, so I still have no doubt he'd use them if pressed.
- Poor Port, so depressed without being close to the ocean for so long, eh? The Lion of the Seas is pretty unhappy without his dear Atlantic.
Part 75
Characters (in this chapter): Australia, New Zealand, Portugal, Turkey, Greece, Afghanistan.
Rating: 12
Warnings: RELEASED BEFORE MIDNIGHT GMT OMG WHAT IS THIS other than that the terrorist kitties make another brief appearance, and there's some angst.
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.
"Aussie?" New Zealand looked around the house for her brother, headphones hanging out of one ear, mindless noise in the other just to have something there to kill the silence. He had to be around here somewhere, he wouldn't go out without telling her. "Aus? Oi, wombat, where are you?!"
There was a clatter from the garden, but she swore she'd checked there. Shrugging, the blonde turned on her heel and looked out onto the porch. The house opened up onto a flat expanse of land, mainly due to being in the middle of bloody nowhere. "Aus, this isn't funny-"
Brooke was half-passed out on the edge of the decking, shirt discarded and skin flaming red from sunburn. Katherine tried to drag him into the shade or wake him up, but the idiot was too heavy. In the end, she grabbed some water from the pool, and splashed a little on his neck. Spluttering, Australia revived, blinking up at his sister.
"Oh... hey Kiwi." he struggled to get to his feet, but ended up nearly falling over again if it wasn't for the fact she caught him. However, this meant she touched his sunburn, eliciting a hiss of discomfort. Once she'd dragged him inside, he settled on a chair. His face was as burnt as his skin.
"What the fuck Aus!" cried New Zealand, snatching the after-sun from the cupboard. The brunette chuckled sheepishly.
"Sorry, you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you. It was only a little wander..."
"Without a shirt or sunscreen in the middle of summer! You know better than that!" she waved the bottle under his nose threateningly. "What're you playing at, huh? Are you an idiot? Even a moron like you wouldn't forget the existence of the goddamn sun!"
Australia looked pained. "That's not-"
"Then what?! What is it?!" she fumed at him for a moment, before registering the slump in her brother's usually confident shoulders. "... oh Aus, don't tell me you did this to punish yourself."
Australia didn't answer.
"Of all times, now? Just because the extent of the damage was released on the news? You knew what you were getting into, right? Even though you never told me you were going to drop those stupid bombs." She landed the bottle on his head, hard enough for him to mutter a quiet "ow". "You knew I wouldn't be happy with this. You know why I wouldn't be happy? Because I knew it would make you miserable."
"I'm not-"
"Don't you dare lie to me, Brooke Kelly!" her voice hit new levels of shrill and Australia winced. "Idiot. Idiot! Weren't you yelling at Japan the other day? That if you feel guilty, don't hurt yourself, try to do something constructive to fix it!"
A long silence passed, with the white noise of New Zealand's headphones and the chirping of animals outside the only sound. Australia sighed. "How am I supposed to fix anything when the whole of Asia and the Pacific hates me-ack!"
New Zealand didn't give any warning before applying the cool after-sun cream to Australia's bare back, making him arch and give an odd choked whine. "Well, I don't hate you."
"You don't?"
"No." she replied, squirting more cream into her hands. "I think you're a complete moron whose brain fried in the sun about 500 years ago, but I don't hate you. I'm just not cool with the nukes thing. In fact, you'll probably find that a lot of people, in the Pacific at least, don't hate you all that much. Well." an amused snort. "Maybe Fiji but who knows with him, sulky brat."
Australia didn't seem to find it very funny. Rolling her eyes, Kat smacked him lightly on his sunburned shoulder. He jerked upright with a rather unmanly squeak.
"Let things calm down, and then try to build up from there, alright? And if I catch you doing this again I'm feeding you to the crocs myself."
"Geez, alright mum."
Another slap and a yelp echoed, and all was normal once again.
---
It had been quite a feat to drag Portugal away from the Caspian Sea, and even when they had he was muttering and glaring at the rocks and sand like they'd paid him a personal insult. Turkey had taken to ignoring him while he sulked, but Afghanistan continued to attempt to cheer him up.
"Only 1100 miles to go until Moscow! We're halfway there!" she urged, but Portugal merely smacked his head on the dashboard of the Jeep they'd, ahem, borrowed. "Um, there will be a lot of rivers on the way?" A grunt. "And it might even snow! How exciting is that!" Nothing. Afghanistan gave a helpless shrug to Greece from her position in the drivers seat, who was half snoozing with some non-rabid, quite normal cats they'd picked up somewhere back in Iran.
"At least our military forces are moving faster than we are." Turkey chimed in from the seat of the gun turret. Well they weren't about to steal/borrow-and-not-give-back an ordinary Jeep, were they.
"How do you know that?" grumbled the Iberian Nation. "They're cut off from civilian connections because of the stealth required, and civilian connections are all we have." He peered at his phone forlornly. "And to top it off I ran out of battery somewhere back by Azerbaijan."
"Oh, what a shame." Turkey grinned, whistling innocently when Portugal threw a nasty glare at him. "Don't get your turban twisted over it, Jibril, once we find a city I'm sure we'll find somewhere to charge your stupid phone."
"And then ditch the Jeep." muttered Greece, eyes opening. "We have unwanted visitors on our trail and the gun turret sticks out too much."
"Unwanted...?" Afghanistan pondered aloud, before checking her rear view mirror. Clinging to another truck on the highway were two very familiar and nasty looking cats, hair matted and mouths foaming even in the wind. "Gah! Buckle up, I'll lose them in Groznny!" And without any more warning than that, she turned off the highway in a screech of tires (and maybe passengers).
Notes:
- Filler chapter what filler chapter I am not dragging this out or anything I swear to god YOU SAW NOTHING.
- And the guilt finally hits home for Australia. New Zealand is very vocal in her anti-nuke policies and makes sure Australia knows about it most of the time, but Australia still has one of the world's largest supply of Uranium to make nuclear weapons with, so I still have no doubt he'd use them if pressed.
- Poor Port, so depressed without being close to the ocean for so long, eh? The Lion of the Seas is pretty unhappy without his dear Atlantic.
Part 75
