Family Ties [Part 76]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Latvia, Ireland, England, Wales, Northern Ireland, Estonia, and a few surprises <3
Rating: 15
Warnings: descriptions of mutilation, explosions, and soppy reunions.
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.
Latvia requested the convoy stop before they got to the containment facility. The small blonde peered around corners carefully, walking on his own and trying not to shake and shiver. This was his time to do something brave, something impressive, and damn it if he wouldn't try his best...
'Raivis, there's a camera just around that corner, hold still.' Estonia's voice echoed in his head, serving as both a guide and as a saboteur. The quiet mechanical turning of the camera stopped, and Latvia darted out from behind the brick wall of the building opposing the centre. Now ducking behind the trash containers around the back, he checked the door.
'Already opened it for you, call the others.' Eduard said, and Raivis motioned for Ireland, England and Wales to follow where he ran from. The three siblings did, in close succession, Aine taking the lead.
"How far once we're inside?" she whispered to Latvia, who took a moment to consult Estonia.
"Th-... three doors down, then f-follow that corridor until you find the sign labeled "special class containment", and follow that to the end of th-the hall. Th-that's his door." he stammered out, though Ireland was already moving by the first direction, and the boys scrambled to follow her.
There was nobody patrolling the corridors, a peculiar thing in and of itself, and the four of them moved swiftly through the cinder block halls, painted hastily in stark white. There were several other doors, mostly labeled in Cyrillic, and it was odd to find so many when the facility itself wasn't all that large. Maybe some of them lead up to the second floor. Arthur's eyes lingered on one of them, and he could have sworn he saw a floating flash of blue. But what would a faerie be doing risking it's life in a place filled with iron and sterility so far from home? Dismissing it as the florescent lighting playing havoc on his eyes, he ignored it. North was more important.
Ireland was so focused that she didn't see what England saw, and nearly went straight past the mentioned sign, before Latvia alerted her. "This way!"
Yet still no guards, and every camera seemed off, all lights out and pointed at the ceiling otherwise. It gave an eerie sense that the building had already been abandoned.
Once the door came into sight, the group slowed, huffing and gasping for air. Ireland glanced at Latvia for confirmation, and once she was sure it was safe, reached for the doorknob. The first touch had everyone tense, but when nothing happened, she slowly turned the handle, hearing several heavy iron locks slide out of their places.
No sooner as she had, something hard hit her in the chest.
"Oof!" two voices cried, and they fell to the floor in a flash of red hair. England nearly pulled his gun out from shock, when Wales stayed his hand.
"Aww, look, isn't that cute?" he said teasingly to his brother, and England finally payed closer attention.
Northern Ireland seemed smaller than they remembered him, though that could be because Ireland was pulling him so close to her it seemed as though she had the intention of fusing with him through more unconventional means. In return, North's long, teenage arms were wrapped around his sister, face buried into her shoulder. Somewhere in the back of England's mind it occurred to him that he usually wouldn't get to see this sight either side of St Patrick's day, before the Irish Reunion, as they were calling it.
But this was the real Reunion right here.
"You complete idiot." the elder sister mumbled affectionately, kissing the top of her brother's head. "That's it, when we get home I'm not letting you out of my sight until I'm sure there are no more people trying to kidnap you."
"With my rugged good looks, that'll be never, sis." North's voice was muffled, choked and nearly unintelligible, but Ireland laughed anyway.
"Should I take a picture?" pondered Wales mockingly, though he was smiling too. England was rather pointedly not looking at the display, mouth determinedly turned down to hide his own happiness.
Latvia stood to the side, either dazing off into space or talking to Estonia. A midst all the noise and friendly bickering between the siblings, a quiet "beep" sounded.
'Shit.' muttered Estonia in Latvia's head. The younger blonde blinked.
"What's wrong?" he asked aloud by accident, drawing at least the attention of the non-hugging UK siblings.
'Get out of there, right now.'
"Estonia?"
'Run!'
A deafening bang exploded from Northern Ireland's room, nearly knocking over those who were standing. Startled, they tried to regain balance. Oh crap.
'I thought I bypassed that security mechanism but there was a back up route, just a slower acting one! The whole place is going to explode and take you with it unless you run now!!' Estonia nearly shouted. Northern Ireland and Latvia snapped to attention, the former pulling his sister up off the ground.
"It's gonna blow, come on!"
Finding their way out when explosions were shaking the floor was considerably more difficult than finding their way in, but before long the exit door came into sight. The bombs were going off slowly all around the facility, and in a systematic manner as well. They'd actually managed to outrun them.
"Estonia, where are you right now? We'll come and pick you up next." Latvia called to the empty air, and only he and Northern Ireland could hear the response.
'Don't bother, I'm useless to you now.' there was a laugh to the Baltic's voice, but his words were anything but a joke. 'Just keep running and Latvia, you keep safe, okay? Both of you keep safe.'
Latvia skidded to a stop, the others running past him. "No. No! Estonia, where are you?"
'One of the rooms in here.' he said wearily. 'I don't know which one, and you can't waste time on coming to get me. The explosions could catch you up.'
"Woah, hey, it's not a waste of time to save you!" Northern Ireland protested, forcing himself to a halt despite his sister's grip on his arm. "We can't just leave you in here to explode with the building!" The others stopped to look, expressions urgent and watching the lights in the hallway behind them flicker out as the explosions cut the power.
'My legs are broken, and I can't feel them any more. I've lost sight in one eye, and my right hand is crushed. Three of my ribs are broken and I fear the worst for my lower spine. Coming back for me is reckless and stupid.'
"But--!!"
'This is war!' Estonia snapped suddenly, silencing the boys. 'You have to cut your losses! I'm a burden you don't need. It was all I could do to make myself useful to you by clawing together all these old computers stashed here, but that's done now, I've just lost power in one of the systems.'
Stunned, Latvia stood there as the ground shook, tears spilling down his cheeks. Northern Ireland was muttering "no no no no" over and over, as his sister took the opportunity of his shock to pull him towards the door.
"Don't just stand there you idiots, grab Raivis!" she barked at her younger brothers, who jerked forward, grabbing the young teen by the arms. For such a small person, he put up an almighty fight when England and Wales tried to drag him from the building.
"Eduard!" he sobbed, kicking his legs out and trying to wrench his arms from the brothers' grips. But Wales was used to holding down men much larger and stronger than Latvia in a game of rugby, and it was a fruitless effort. Instead, his sobs raised to screams. "Eduard!!"
By the time they'd got out of the door and on to the grass outside, the youngest Baltic had collapsed into hysterical sobbing, hanging limp in Wales' grip. Northern Ireland still seemed in such shock that he couldn't comprehend what was happening in front of him. His sister stroked his hair comfortingly, eventually wrapping an arm around Latvia as well, letting him cry on her for a little while. Half of the building was up in flames already, a pillar of black smoke darkening the evening sky. The siblings watched it with grim set faces and clenched jaws.
A flash - something silver shot past them, breaking a window of the building. A bullet? Several more followed, some of them not the right colour nor speed to be from a gun, and then something just as unexpected - someone rushed at the broken window, throwing their whole body against it, the glass shattering with a crash. Exchanging bewildered glances, the rest of the group could only watch as another person lept through as well, and then another, much taller person.
"What the flying fuck?" muttered England, tilting his head sideways as though this would make sense that way. "Did you see what I just saw?"
"If you mean about five faeries as well as three people jump through the shattered window of a burning enemy facility, yes, I did see what you saw." Wales replied, folding his arms and tilting his head in a similar manner. "And I'm really confused by it."
"Oh good. I haven't lost my mind."
"That's debatable." Aine interjected absently, eyes on the door where they'd exited. It'd swung shut behind them and had an automatic lock on it. Whoever those three crazies were that had just jumped through the window, it'd be difficult for them to get out-
The door was kicked open with such force that it clanged against the wall it was hinged to, despite being a heavy, armored iron slab. Flames licked out from the entrance, and out barreled those same shots of light from earlier. Upon closer inspection when they actually stopped, they were indeed Faeries, but not the kind that England, Wales or Ireland knew.
From the smoke came the insane people from earlier, now carrying a fourth. How on earth-
Wait, wait, wait.
Faeries, sharpshooting and a massively tall and imposing man.
The second the last two, shorter people escaped from the fire, it seemed that everyone had come to the same realisation.
"Norway?"
"Sweden?"
"Finland!"
Notes:
- Big. Damn. Heroes.
- Ahaha I totally had you going for a second that I was gonna kill Estonia didn't I? Hahaha.
- This was fun. <3
- Before anyone proclaims "Nordics why the fuck", let me point you to the fact that Estonia and Finland are very closely related. In real life, they'd probably closer to being brothers than Latvia and Estonia are, but for the sake of keeping with canon, they're just cousins. But bitches, do not mess with Finland's family. Norway's there to use his fairies to guide them to Estonia, and Sweden's the much-needed muscle. Mmkay? /flops
Part 77
Characters (in this chapter): Latvia, Ireland, England, Wales, Northern Ireland, Estonia, and a few surprises <3
Rating: 15
Warnings: descriptions of mutilation, explosions, and soppy reunions.
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.
Latvia requested the convoy stop before they got to the containment facility. The small blonde peered around corners carefully, walking on his own and trying not to shake and shiver. This was his time to do something brave, something impressive, and damn it if he wouldn't try his best...
'Raivis, there's a camera just around that corner, hold still.' Estonia's voice echoed in his head, serving as both a guide and as a saboteur. The quiet mechanical turning of the camera stopped, and Latvia darted out from behind the brick wall of the building opposing the centre. Now ducking behind the trash containers around the back, he checked the door.
'Already opened it for you, call the others.' Eduard said, and Raivis motioned for Ireland, England and Wales to follow where he ran from. The three siblings did, in close succession, Aine taking the lead.
"How far once we're inside?" she whispered to Latvia, who took a moment to consult Estonia.
"Th-... three doors down, then f-follow that corridor until you find the sign labeled "special class containment", and follow that to the end of th-the hall. Th-that's his door." he stammered out, though Ireland was already moving by the first direction, and the boys scrambled to follow her.
There was nobody patrolling the corridors, a peculiar thing in and of itself, and the four of them moved swiftly through the cinder block halls, painted hastily in stark white. There were several other doors, mostly labeled in Cyrillic, and it was odd to find so many when the facility itself wasn't all that large. Maybe some of them lead up to the second floor. Arthur's eyes lingered on one of them, and he could have sworn he saw a floating flash of blue. But what would a faerie be doing risking it's life in a place filled with iron and sterility so far from home? Dismissing it as the florescent lighting playing havoc on his eyes, he ignored it. North was more important.
Ireland was so focused that she didn't see what England saw, and nearly went straight past the mentioned sign, before Latvia alerted her. "This way!"
Yet still no guards, and every camera seemed off, all lights out and pointed at the ceiling otherwise. It gave an eerie sense that the building had already been abandoned.
Once the door came into sight, the group slowed, huffing and gasping for air. Ireland glanced at Latvia for confirmation, and once she was sure it was safe, reached for the doorknob. The first touch had everyone tense, but when nothing happened, she slowly turned the handle, hearing several heavy iron locks slide out of their places.
No sooner as she had, something hard hit her in the chest.
"Oof!" two voices cried, and they fell to the floor in a flash of red hair. England nearly pulled his gun out from shock, when Wales stayed his hand.
"Aww, look, isn't that cute?" he said teasingly to his brother, and England finally payed closer attention.
Northern Ireland seemed smaller than they remembered him, though that could be because Ireland was pulling him so close to her it seemed as though she had the intention of fusing with him through more unconventional means. In return, North's long, teenage arms were wrapped around his sister, face buried into her shoulder. Somewhere in the back of England's mind it occurred to him that he usually wouldn't get to see this sight either side of St Patrick's day, before the Irish Reunion, as they were calling it.
But this was the real Reunion right here.
"You complete idiot." the elder sister mumbled affectionately, kissing the top of her brother's head. "That's it, when we get home I'm not letting you out of my sight until I'm sure there are no more people trying to kidnap you."
"With my rugged good looks, that'll be never, sis." North's voice was muffled, choked and nearly unintelligible, but Ireland laughed anyway.
"Should I take a picture?" pondered Wales mockingly, though he was smiling too. England was rather pointedly not looking at the display, mouth determinedly turned down to hide his own happiness.
Latvia stood to the side, either dazing off into space or talking to Estonia. A midst all the noise and friendly bickering between the siblings, a quiet "beep" sounded.
'Shit.' muttered Estonia in Latvia's head. The younger blonde blinked.
"What's wrong?" he asked aloud by accident, drawing at least the attention of the non-hugging UK siblings.
'Get out of there, right now.'
"Estonia?"
'Run!'
A deafening bang exploded from Northern Ireland's room, nearly knocking over those who were standing. Startled, they tried to regain balance. Oh crap.
'I thought I bypassed that security mechanism but there was a back up route, just a slower acting one! The whole place is going to explode and take you with it unless you run now!!' Estonia nearly shouted. Northern Ireland and Latvia snapped to attention, the former pulling his sister up off the ground.
"It's gonna blow, come on!"
Finding their way out when explosions were shaking the floor was considerably more difficult than finding their way in, but before long the exit door came into sight. The bombs were going off slowly all around the facility, and in a systematic manner as well. They'd actually managed to outrun them.
"Estonia, where are you right now? We'll come and pick you up next." Latvia called to the empty air, and only he and Northern Ireland could hear the response.
'Don't bother, I'm useless to you now.' there was a laugh to the Baltic's voice, but his words were anything but a joke. 'Just keep running and Latvia, you keep safe, okay? Both of you keep safe.'
Latvia skidded to a stop, the others running past him. "No. No! Estonia, where are you?"
'One of the rooms in here.' he said wearily. 'I don't know which one, and you can't waste time on coming to get me. The explosions could catch you up.'
"Woah, hey, it's not a waste of time to save you!" Northern Ireland protested, forcing himself to a halt despite his sister's grip on his arm. "We can't just leave you in here to explode with the building!" The others stopped to look, expressions urgent and watching the lights in the hallway behind them flicker out as the explosions cut the power.
'My legs are broken, and I can't feel them any more. I've lost sight in one eye, and my right hand is crushed. Three of my ribs are broken and I fear the worst for my lower spine. Coming back for me is reckless and stupid.'
"But--!!"
'This is war!' Estonia snapped suddenly, silencing the boys. 'You have to cut your losses! I'm a burden you don't need. It was all I could do to make myself useful to you by clawing together all these old computers stashed here, but that's done now, I've just lost power in one of the systems.'
Stunned, Latvia stood there as the ground shook, tears spilling down his cheeks. Northern Ireland was muttering "no no no no" over and over, as his sister took the opportunity of his shock to pull him towards the door.
"Don't just stand there you idiots, grab Raivis!" she barked at her younger brothers, who jerked forward, grabbing the young teen by the arms. For such a small person, he put up an almighty fight when England and Wales tried to drag him from the building.
"Eduard!" he sobbed, kicking his legs out and trying to wrench his arms from the brothers' grips. But Wales was used to holding down men much larger and stronger than Latvia in a game of rugby, and it was a fruitless effort. Instead, his sobs raised to screams. "Eduard!!"
By the time they'd got out of the door and on to the grass outside, the youngest Baltic had collapsed into hysterical sobbing, hanging limp in Wales' grip. Northern Ireland still seemed in such shock that he couldn't comprehend what was happening in front of him. His sister stroked his hair comfortingly, eventually wrapping an arm around Latvia as well, letting him cry on her for a little while. Half of the building was up in flames already, a pillar of black smoke darkening the evening sky. The siblings watched it with grim set faces and clenched jaws.
A flash - something silver shot past them, breaking a window of the building. A bullet? Several more followed, some of them not the right colour nor speed to be from a gun, and then something just as unexpected - someone rushed at the broken window, throwing their whole body against it, the glass shattering with a crash. Exchanging bewildered glances, the rest of the group could only watch as another person lept through as well, and then another, much taller person.
"What the flying fuck?" muttered England, tilting his head sideways as though this would make sense that way. "Did you see what I just saw?"
"If you mean about five faeries as well as three people jump through the shattered window of a burning enemy facility, yes, I did see what you saw." Wales replied, folding his arms and tilting his head in a similar manner. "And I'm really confused by it."
"Oh good. I haven't lost my mind."
"That's debatable." Aine interjected absently, eyes on the door where they'd exited. It'd swung shut behind them and had an automatic lock on it. Whoever those three crazies were that had just jumped through the window, it'd be difficult for them to get out-
The door was kicked open with such force that it clanged against the wall it was hinged to, despite being a heavy, armored iron slab. Flames licked out from the entrance, and out barreled those same shots of light from earlier. Upon closer inspection when they actually stopped, they were indeed Faeries, but not the kind that England, Wales or Ireland knew.
From the smoke came the insane people from earlier, now carrying a fourth. How on earth-
Wait, wait, wait.
Faeries, sharpshooting and a massively tall and imposing man.
The second the last two, shorter people escaped from the fire, it seemed that everyone had come to the same realisation.
"Norway?"
"Sweden?"
"Finland!"
Notes:
- Big. Damn. Heroes.
- Ahaha I totally had you going for a second that I was gonna kill Estonia didn't I? Hahaha.
- This was fun. <3
- Before anyone proclaims "Nordics why the fuck", let me point you to the fact that Estonia and Finland are very closely related. In real life, they'd probably closer to being brothers than Latvia and Estonia are, but for the sake of keeping with canon, they're just cousins. But bitches, do not mess with Finland's family. Norway's there to use his fairies to guide them to Estonia, and Sweden's the much-needed muscle. Mmkay? /flops
Part 77
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Date: 2010-08-26 10:22 am (UTC)WELL ONLY SORT OF OKAY, HE IS KIND OF BEAT UP BUT YEAH.
NOOOOOORDIIIIIICS ARE EEEEEEPIIIIIIC
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