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hellzabeth) wrote2010-08-21 09:39 pm
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Family Ties [Part 75]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Estonia, Northern Ireland, Latvia, Ireland, Wales, England, Turkey, Afghanistan, Greece and Portugal.
Rating: 12
Warnings: I-I released before midnight again whaaaaaaat.
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.
'What a load of cac, you can't just switch a pawn out for another piece when it gets to the other side of the board!'
'Actually it's one of the special-' Estonia's voice in his head cut off abruptly and caused Northern Ireland to blink his eyes open, shattering the dreamlike illusion that he was playing chess. His usual cell ceiling stared back at him, and he sat up.
'Eddie?' He thought mentally. 'Eduard? Estonia?'
No answer.
Standing, he walked to the door, then the window, looking around. "Hello?"
'Shh!' hissed the Baltic suddenly, nearly making North jump. 'I think... yeah, they're coming.'
'Coming? From where? Is it Russia?' the red head prepared himself for an onslaught of that stupid mind control. Maybe he could fight it off this time.
'No, I don't mean that. I mean someone's just crossed into my signal range, someone able to pick up, and I think I know who.' Éibhear could envision the bespectacled blonde hammering away at a keyboard trying to pinpoint this person.
'You think it's Latvia?'
'Yeah. Hold on, lemme see what I can do here.'
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The trucks rumbled quietly as possible through the small towns of Latvia to the capital. The night air was frozen, and the wind generated by the movement of the vehicles only made it worse, icy knives lancing across her cheeks and stinging her eyes. She pulled her blanket further around her shoulders, glad at least that she had Wales' body warmth leaning on one side of her and Latvia's on the other. The sky was clear at least, stars twinkling bright outside of the lights of the towns. It was nearly peaceful, even though they'd had about 15 gun fights and skirmishes on the way here. It was tiring, but she couldn't sleep like the rest of the boys in the truck.
Latvia jerked upright, and Ireland felt the warmth rush from her arm. "Raivis?"
The younger boy wasn't looking at her, but staring straight ahead with eyes wide.
"Rai-"
"Eduard, ir tas, ka jums?" he gasped without a single stammer, clearly much more comfortable in his own language. Ireland blinked at him, wondering what on earth was going on. Who was he talking to? "Ar Īriju, kur tu esi? Vai jums sāp?"
"Latvia, what's going on?" she reached out and touched his arm, and he jumped, looking at her like he'd not expected to see her there.
"O-oh!" he stuttered. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I can hear Estonia again, clearer than before!"
"Before?" she echoed, still lost. "There was a before?"
"It was so st-static-y and distorted that it was really short, but Estonia tried to get through before. I t-told him what we were doing and-"
"What?!" She yelped, shocked. "You told someone about the plan?! What if he'd turned it over to Russia-"
"No!" the little blonde said firmly, more sure than she'd ever heard him. "He'd never do that. He's t-trying to help us. He's the one who s-sent you that information on how to find me in the f-first place, and now he's found Northern Ireland and he's going to lead us st-straight there!"
The red head gaped at him.
Wales blinked his eyes open next to her, looking around, bewildered and half asleep. "Wazhappenin'...?" he mumbled, words slurring together. "S'it NWO? D'I need m' gun?"
"North, you can contact North?" Ireland ignored him, grasping Latvia by the shoulders and feeling him shake slightly. "Is he alright? Is he hurt?"
Latvia paused to pass this information along, and the seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly for Aine.
"He's fine, but he says he's really bored."
The tension drained out of the red headed woman so quickly that she released the poor boy, slumped against the wall of the truck and gave a breathless laugh. England sat up, half awake and looking like he wondered if he was still dreaming, watching his sister laugh for no reason and exchanging bewildered looks with Wales, who shrugged.
"Oh, lord, that idiot." she put a hand to her forehead, shaking her head back and forth. "Tell him I'm coming to get him and he might want to give himself a warm up, because he's gonna be running along with the rest of us to fight Russia."
---
December 12th, and everyone in Grozny was shopping for presents. The streets were packed with shoppers, pushing their way through the crowds to get at a good deal, a nice new hat for a grandchild, a book for a parent, make up for the sister-in-law.
Turkey was shopping for cars. Without any intention of paying of course.
This far south his clothing didn't stand out too much, but he was in dire need of a proper shave and some warmer clothing for traveling further up north. He could see his reflection in the windows of some of the cars and he didn't look the best, mainly because he'd had to share a tent with Portugal and goddamn Greece. Afghanistan got her own since she was a girl, but sometimes Turkey felt there was no justice in the world.
He made his way back to the alley where they'd stashed the Jeep and decided to all meet up later. Seemed he was the last one there, as Portugal was still staring mournfully at his phone, Greece was zipping up a winter coat, and Afghanistan was polishing a rocket launcher lovingly.
Hold on.
"Where the fuck did you find a rocket launcher?!" he asked, making a face at the thing which was nearly taller than she was. Afghanistan smiled cheerfully at him.
"Well my AK-47 was running out of ammo and they couldn't give me more so I haggled and got this instead." she said, somehow both explaining and not explaining where she got it at the same time. "I still have the AK, but this is better for long distance, right? It's annoying to lug around though... Did you find us a big car?"
Greece tossed a bundle of clothes in the Turkey's face before he could answer properly. Glaring, Turkey kicked off his desert boots and started taking off his top, prompting Afghanistan to squeak and turn her face away.
"There was this one truck, white Ford, looked like a good ride, but the owners were nearby and causing a scene is the last thing we want." Too much of a head ache. He quickly jumped from his desert trousers to his winter ones, feeling the cold all too easily. He noticed Portugal still looking like someone had killed his favourite pet. "What's up with Jibril?"
"He couldn't find anywhere with the right adapter to charge his phone." Afghanistan said sympathetically. The Iberian Nation sighed forlornly. Turkey rolled his eyes.
"Stop being a baby about it, it's just a phone." Portugal shot him a look that could have wilted flowers.
"Someone could have sent me a message." he said, though what he meant was 'England could have sent me a message'.
"Oh no, whatever did we do before the invention of the mobile phone." Turkey droned sarcastically, turning on his heel. "Come on, you and cat-boy there help me liberate that white van off those guys. Adeeva, you just... stay and do that."
She beamed brightly at him. "Sir yes sir!"
There was something wrong with that girl.
Notes:
- My uncle and I constantly have fights over the rule in chess that if you get a pawn to the other side of the board, you can reclaim a captured piece. I say it exists, he doesn't.
- Oh yeah, forgot to include this last time, but here's more info on Grozny.
Part 76
Characters (in this chapter): Estonia, Northern Ireland, Latvia, Ireland, Wales, England, Turkey, Afghanistan, Greece and Portugal.
Rating: 12
Warnings: I-I released before midnight again whaaaaaaat.
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.
'What a load of cac, you can't just switch a pawn out for another piece when it gets to the other side of the board!'
'Actually it's one of the special-' Estonia's voice in his head cut off abruptly and caused Northern Ireland to blink his eyes open, shattering the dreamlike illusion that he was playing chess. His usual cell ceiling stared back at him, and he sat up.
'Eddie?' He thought mentally. 'Eduard? Estonia?'
No answer.
Standing, he walked to the door, then the window, looking around. "Hello?"
'Shh!' hissed the Baltic suddenly, nearly making North jump. 'I think... yeah, they're coming.'
'Coming? From where? Is it Russia?' the red head prepared himself for an onslaught of that stupid mind control. Maybe he could fight it off this time.
'No, I don't mean that. I mean someone's just crossed into my signal range, someone able to pick up, and I think I know who.' Éibhear could envision the bespectacled blonde hammering away at a keyboard trying to pinpoint this person.
'You think it's Latvia?'
'Yeah. Hold on, lemme see what I can do here.'
---
The trucks rumbled quietly as possible through the small towns of Latvia to the capital. The night air was frozen, and the wind generated by the movement of the vehicles only made it worse, icy knives lancing across her cheeks and stinging her eyes. She pulled her blanket further around her shoulders, glad at least that she had Wales' body warmth leaning on one side of her and Latvia's on the other. The sky was clear at least, stars twinkling bright outside of the lights of the towns. It was nearly peaceful, even though they'd had about 15 gun fights and skirmishes on the way here. It was tiring, but she couldn't sleep like the rest of the boys in the truck.
Latvia jerked upright, and Ireland felt the warmth rush from her arm. "Raivis?"
The younger boy wasn't looking at her, but staring straight ahead with eyes wide.
"Rai-"
"Eduard, ir tas, ka jums?" he gasped without a single stammer, clearly much more comfortable in his own language. Ireland blinked at him, wondering what on earth was going on. Who was he talking to? "Ar Īriju, kur tu esi? Vai jums sāp?"
"Latvia, what's going on?" she reached out and touched his arm, and he jumped, looking at her like he'd not expected to see her there.
"O-oh!" he stuttered. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I can hear Estonia again, clearer than before!"
"Before?" she echoed, still lost. "There was a before?"
"It was so st-static-y and distorted that it was really short, but Estonia tried to get through before. I t-told him what we were doing and-"
"What?!" She yelped, shocked. "You told someone about the plan?! What if he'd turned it over to Russia-"
"No!" the little blonde said firmly, more sure than she'd ever heard him. "He'd never do that. He's t-trying to help us. He's the one who s-sent you that information on how to find me in the f-first place, and now he's found Northern Ireland and he's going to lead us st-straight there!"
The red head gaped at him.
Wales blinked his eyes open next to her, looking around, bewildered and half asleep. "Wazhappenin'...?" he mumbled, words slurring together. "S'it NWO? D'I need m' gun?"
"North, you can contact North?" Ireland ignored him, grasping Latvia by the shoulders and feeling him shake slightly. "Is he alright? Is he hurt?"
Latvia paused to pass this information along, and the seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly for Aine.
"He's fine, but he says he's really bored."
The tension drained out of the red headed woman so quickly that she released the poor boy, slumped against the wall of the truck and gave a breathless laugh. England sat up, half awake and looking like he wondered if he was still dreaming, watching his sister laugh for no reason and exchanging bewildered looks with Wales, who shrugged.
"Oh, lord, that idiot." she put a hand to her forehead, shaking her head back and forth. "Tell him I'm coming to get him and he might want to give himself a warm up, because he's gonna be running along with the rest of us to fight Russia."
---
December 12th, and everyone in Grozny was shopping for presents. The streets were packed with shoppers, pushing their way through the crowds to get at a good deal, a nice new hat for a grandchild, a book for a parent, make up for the sister-in-law.
Turkey was shopping for cars. Without any intention of paying of course.
This far south his clothing didn't stand out too much, but he was in dire need of a proper shave and some warmer clothing for traveling further up north. He could see his reflection in the windows of some of the cars and he didn't look the best, mainly because he'd had to share a tent with Portugal and goddamn Greece. Afghanistan got her own since she was a girl, but sometimes Turkey felt there was no justice in the world.
He made his way back to the alley where they'd stashed the Jeep and decided to all meet up later. Seemed he was the last one there, as Portugal was still staring mournfully at his phone, Greece was zipping up a winter coat, and Afghanistan was polishing a rocket launcher lovingly.
Hold on.
"Where the fuck did you find a rocket launcher?!" he asked, making a face at the thing which was nearly taller than she was. Afghanistan smiled cheerfully at him.
"Well my AK-47 was running out of ammo and they couldn't give me more so I haggled and got this instead." she said, somehow both explaining and not explaining where she got it at the same time. "I still have the AK, but this is better for long distance, right? It's annoying to lug around though... Did you find us a big car?"
Greece tossed a bundle of clothes in the Turkey's face before he could answer properly. Glaring, Turkey kicked off his desert boots and started taking off his top, prompting Afghanistan to squeak and turn her face away.
"There was this one truck, white Ford, looked like a good ride, but the owners were nearby and causing a scene is the last thing we want." Too much of a head ache. He quickly jumped from his desert trousers to his winter ones, feeling the cold all too easily. He noticed Portugal still looking like someone had killed his favourite pet. "What's up with Jibril?"
"He couldn't find anywhere with the right adapter to charge his phone." Afghanistan said sympathetically. The Iberian Nation sighed forlornly. Turkey rolled his eyes.
"Stop being a baby about it, it's just a phone." Portugal shot him a look that could have wilted flowers.
"Someone could have sent me a message." he said, though what he meant was 'England could have sent me a message'.
"Oh no, whatever did we do before the invention of the mobile phone." Turkey droned sarcastically, turning on his heel. "Come on, you and cat-boy there help me liberate that white van off those guys. Adeeva, you just... stay and do that."
She beamed brightly at him. "Sir yes sir!"
There was something wrong with that girl.
Notes:
- My uncle and I constantly have fights over the rule in chess that if you get a pawn to the other side of the board, you can reclaim a captured piece. I say it exists, he doesn't.
- Oh yeah, forgot to include this last time, but here's more info on Grozny.
Part 76
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Oooh, goody, does this mean North is going to get a chance to join in the ass-kicking FINALLY? 8D Wth he's been out so looong.
Afgh is not an Arab, btw. She's a Pashtun. Or something.
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He has indeed been out for aaaaages, but now he's gonna be back and kicking ass.
I was referring to Turkey, who... I think is an Arab? I think?
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... Well, basically, Arab isn't the same thing as Muslim. Turkey and Afghanistan are Islamic countries but not Arab countries.
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My bad. *goes and changes*
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This is why I need you here, Tuul. Be my corrector. XD
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Hey! Car jacking is illegal!
Shame on you four!
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Hey. Do you want this war over or do you want this war over? >|
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YES, WE WANT THE WAR TO BE OVER!
Kind of. How far does this fic go beyond the war?
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Though god knows I will spin off this universe like all hell so. :/
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I just have the weirdest idea in my head, in which North is kicking ass IRL but he still compares it CounterStrike and narrates his action in his head... >.> But yeah, North! Let's break out of prison naow! >:DDD
TEAM MIDDLE EAST.
I'm telling ya, do a spin-off on that 'cause they're fast becoming my new favorite team thingy.
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Pfffft suddenly yelling "TOTALLY FRAGGED HIM!" or "FUCKING CAMPER". That is indeed a hilarious image.
Hehehe seems like it'd have at least one reader so why not. Once this is all over.
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I would *so* be Afghanistan in that situation. I want a rocket launcher *drools* Unfortunately, I have to content myself with the simple, yet rather satisfying, Tofu Hunter game on AdultSwim games site (where you got the Robot Unicorn Attack, that game is so addicting, LOL). Although the grenade launcher is more of a favorite of mine. Smaller, lighter, and with more rounds, but it still gives you a good amount of splash after the blast (if you know what I mean).
Anyway, I think this is the first time that I've commented on this story (although I've been following you since the kink meme), and I just thought I'd finally let you know that your monster story is really freaking awesome!! Definitely a story that other fanfiction writers, no matter the fandom, should aspire to write one day.
Keep up the awesome work!!
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Thanks for the comment \o\ It always makes me wonder how many people stalk my fic when people comment and say they've been following since the kink meme. Ho hum.
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/echo echo echo
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/shiver shiver shiver
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Oh Ireland, you are a true man among men. Your brothers could never compare. XD <3
;sldkf poor Afghanistan, having to travel with these increasingly unshaven men. Instead of looking for cars they should all buy some deodorant and a bar of soap
just don't drop it Port, I mean.Oh god Turkey, Greece and Port all squished up together in one tent; suchustmanly bondings. /o/; Afganistan seems to be growing more adorable with every chapter though. ;AAA;I imagine she has to hold that rocket launcher just so, or she'd topple over and then they'd all be in for it orz. Though lol poor Port, your suffering amuses me so. England must be wondering why you're taking so long to reply. |D;
Though Turkey has a point. Next thing you know Port will be trying to train carrier pigeons to seek out the rest of the WDF.
So a Turkish man, a Greek man and a Portuguese man all walk into a bar, I meanLiberate is such a loaded word, oh god. Turkey this is why no one wanted you as team leader but you ursurped the position anyway. Well I'm sure Afganistan is having fun orz. XDDDno subject
What do you mean "poor Afghanistan" I'd love to be in that situation. Unshaven or not, they be sexy blokes.
Pffffft oh god whatIf this was an actual series with original characters that one line about the tent would spawn a million smut fics. I find her incarnation in Afghanis-tan to be the cutest thing since baby penguins so it might be shining through in what I write ;;Caaaaarefully balance but even so when she fires it knocks her over. XD So cute so cuuuute. England would probably be more concerned if he wasn't distracted with getting North back at the moment.
That's a hilarious image but even still knowing his luck they'd get shot down and eaten.
That sounds like the beginning of the best, sexiest joke in the world.Turkey will lead the team as long as Portugal is sulking and emoing without a water source nearby.no subject
You mean like this?
/shot
Oh god, I'll come up with a proper response to this comment later, I swear.
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SO CUUUUUUUUUUTE
/wallpaper omfg
Also I can haz html fail
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But yayyyy North is gonna join them soooon :DD I missed him =u=
Oh yeah Turkey, sure you don't like sharing the tent. Look me in the eye and say you don't enjoy having those two around. *squints*
Oh Port, look on the bright side, at least Spain can't call you every five minutes?/shot
Afghanistan obviously used her cuteness to get the rocket launcher. Who could say no to her?~