Family Ties [Part 78]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): India, Saudi Arabia, Portugal, Turkey, Greece, Afghanistan
Rating: 12
Warnings: Not much, mild language but that's Turkey for you.
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.
Saudi Arabia wasn't the type of person to be kept inside all day. She belonged out on the dunes, in the streets, by the ocean, with her people. Not in a bed, one leg still not strong enough to walk about on her own. She was house bound, or more accurately, bed bound. A woman her age shouldn't need a walking stick. And so she sat propped up on pillows, staring out the window into the torrential downpour of the monsoon rains, her face turned away from the door.
It probably would have saddened India to see it, if she hadn't dealt the damage herself.
"Are you going to come in, or stand there all day." Saudi Arabia asked, her dark hair freely flowing over her shoulders in the absence of her hijab. She hadn't even bothered brushing it.
India stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind her, sitting on a small stool next to the bed, and looking at the crutches leaning against the end of the bed.
"If you're going to apologise, I don't want to hear it." the bedridden Nation said neutrally. "We'll both know you don't mean it, al-Hind."
"I wasn't going to." the elder responded in kind, the pounding of the rain outside an unusual but fitting addition to the scene. "I only came to tell you we're dismantling the nuclear weapons pointed at you."
A short silence passed. "What could you be talking about, I wonder."
"We all knew your original intent in joining the war was for profit and to support your neighbours and family, but it's gone past that, now, hasn't it?" A question that wasn't really a question, but the Arabic Nation continued to watch the rain. "It's now more expensive than profitable to keep fighting, and there are more casualties than you'd dared to have thought of at the start."
"Because of you." The accusation was accompanied with Saudi Arabia turning to look at India, dark eyes dull with lack of sleep.
"Because of me." she'll freely admit it. She doesn't like using nuclear weapons, doesn't have the flare for it that America does, but she will not deny what she has done. "You should pick your enemies more carefully, Khalidah."
Saudi Arabia's lips form a flat line of irritation and she looks away again. They sit with only the rain as sound for a while longer, until India picks up the hairbrush on the bedside table, and gently pulls it through a strand of the other woman's hair. Saudi Arabia tenses, but by the third stroke still does nothing, hands clenching the bedsheets in her lap.
"The others are pulling out of the war. I know it, the whole rest of the area knows it." India says softly, slowly, with the stroke of the brush through long dark hair. "We're not fighting anymore. Are you still going to be angry with me?"
"Maybe if you weren't occupying Pakistan and myself, I would be more open to reconciliation." Now there, there is a snarl, hateful and precisely what she'd been holding back this whole time.
"I'm merely stabilizing Pakistan's government in the absence of her leaders." the ancient Nation's tones are soothing and calm, but Saudi Arabia growls something unsavory in Arabic to herself. "And for you I'm just making sure everything will stay peaceful."
Saudi Arabia let out a bitter laugh. "I wish you knew how much like an empire you sound."
India's own smile was just as sour. "Trust me, I do."
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Portugal seemed a lot more cheerful now he had his phone plugged in to a charger point. The American soldiers were all quite bemused and confused by the assortment of people traveling together in the truck together, particularly the small Afghan woman with the assortment of weaponry that she wouldn't let them touch. Turkey was trying to get information about why they were here out of one of the soldiers, but the young man wouldn't give him a straight answer. Or even a believable one.
"Can you believe they're trying to feed me bullshit about a 'training exercise'?" he grumbled to Portugal and Greece, sitting between the two of them in a military tent way too equipped to be just for a training exercise. "Firstly, it's Russia in the middle of winter. Secondly, they're at war with fucking Russia! Have they not been around for the past two years?!"
"They tried to tell me that they were scouts." Greece deadpanned, slumped lazily against the wall of the tent, deprived of his cats and quite sulky about it. They seemed less happy to follow him into the cold of winter. "And that this wasn't a real assault."
"Probably not." Afghanistan piped up, coming to join the men where they were sitting. "The city was shelled before we were even here. I think America might be moving much faster through Russia's lands than we thought."
Thoughtful quiet settled on the group, interrupted by Portugal's phone making a cheerful "beep!" noise. Portugal pounced on it like a starving man on a cooked meal, tapping away at the buttons furiously before pausing to read something. Turkey leaned over his shoulder to try and see what it said, but Portugal gave him a look and held it away to read himself.
The Iberian Nation abruptly stood, and strode out of the tent towards the truck. Exchanging glances, the others followed. Portugal lead them all the way to the truck, opening the door and slamming it behind him, the rest of the group climbing in to their own seats. Portugal didn't try to move the car, but sat in his seat staring at his phone.
"We're all on tenterhooks, Jibril." Turkey droned, folding his arms. "What was so damn important about that text."
"Arthur sent it." He began, and before Sadiq could make a snide comment continued. "It's about three days behind schedule. He says he's fine and on his way to Russia with only a few troubles."
"Big freakin' whoop."
"That's not all." Gabriel sounded irritated at being cut over. "That's not all. There's... America's not been replying properly to communications. He's being vague, deliberately so. England doesn't know what's up with him, though he thinks maybe there's something deep under cover..." Portugal shook his head. "I'm not sure if I have his optimism."
"Jibril!" Afghanistan whispered urgently, looking out the back window. "Jibril, America's soldiers are coming- they have guns out!"
"Well this is going to end well." Greece muttered, a frown appearing on his face. Portugal started up the engine, revved as hard as he dared, and slammed off the breaks, tires screeching on the ice as the treads dug in and scratched their way into motion. Bullets whizzed through the back window and Afghanistan yelped, hitting the deck and covering her head, the boys instinctively ducking.
"Shit!" Turkey swore. "Silenced guns? How long have you guys had silenced guns?!"
"I didn't think we did!" Portugal yelled back, cursing that the windscreen was cracked and impossible to see through until another bullet shattered it completely. "America's been hiding things from us--"
With a bang, one of the tires of the truck burst, and the vehicle slanted dangerously on one side accompanied by a collective yelp from the passengers.
"Keep going!" Afghanistan yelled over the screeching tires, picking up her own gun and firing back at them. She'd stolen rounds from the camp when she'd had the chance. Bad habit. Tossing another gun to Greece, he also took up firing at their assailants. "We'll find another car later, just go!"
Notes:
- Dun. Dun. DUUUUUUN!
- "al-Hind" is the Arabic word for India. Duh.
- The text is revealed! And while England has much more faith in America, Portugal is bound by no such illusions...
Part 79
Characters (in this chapter): India, Saudi Arabia, Portugal, Turkey, Greece, Afghanistan
Rating: 12
Warnings: Not much, mild language but that's Turkey for you.
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.
Saudi Arabia wasn't the type of person to be kept inside all day. She belonged out on the dunes, in the streets, by the ocean, with her people. Not in a bed, one leg still not strong enough to walk about on her own. She was house bound, or more accurately, bed bound. A woman her age shouldn't need a walking stick. And so she sat propped up on pillows, staring out the window into the torrential downpour of the monsoon rains, her face turned away from the door.
It probably would have saddened India to see it, if she hadn't dealt the damage herself.
"Are you going to come in, or stand there all day." Saudi Arabia asked, her dark hair freely flowing over her shoulders in the absence of her hijab. She hadn't even bothered brushing it.
India stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind her, sitting on a small stool next to the bed, and looking at the crutches leaning against the end of the bed.
"If you're going to apologise, I don't want to hear it." the bedridden Nation said neutrally. "We'll both know you don't mean it, al-Hind."
"I wasn't going to." the elder responded in kind, the pounding of the rain outside an unusual but fitting addition to the scene. "I only came to tell you we're dismantling the nuclear weapons pointed at you."
A short silence passed. "What could you be talking about, I wonder."
"We all knew your original intent in joining the war was for profit and to support your neighbours and family, but it's gone past that, now, hasn't it?" A question that wasn't really a question, but the Arabic Nation continued to watch the rain. "It's now more expensive than profitable to keep fighting, and there are more casualties than you'd dared to have thought of at the start."
"Because of you." The accusation was accompanied with Saudi Arabia turning to look at India, dark eyes dull with lack of sleep.
"Because of me." she'll freely admit it. She doesn't like using nuclear weapons, doesn't have the flare for it that America does, but she will not deny what she has done. "You should pick your enemies more carefully, Khalidah."
Saudi Arabia's lips form a flat line of irritation and she looks away again. They sit with only the rain as sound for a while longer, until India picks up the hairbrush on the bedside table, and gently pulls it through a strand of the other woman's hair. Saudi Arabia tenses, but by the third stroke still does nothing, hands clenching the bedsheets in her lap.
"The others are pulling out of the war. I know it, the whole rest of the area knows it." India says softly, slowly, with the stroke of the brush through long dark hair. "We're not fighting anymore. Are you still going to be angry with me?"
"Maybe if you weren't occupying Pakistan and myself, I would be more open to reconciliation." Now there, there is a snarl, hateful and precisely what she'd been holding back this whole time.
"I'm merely stabilizing Pakistan's government in the absence of her leaders." the ancient Nation's tones are soothing and calm, but Saudi Arabia growls something unsavory in Arabic to herself. "And for you I'm just making sure everything will stay peaceful."
Saudi Arabia let out a bitter laugh. "I wish you knew how much like an empire you sound."
India's own smile was just as sour. "Trust me, I do."
---
Portugal seemed a lot more cheerful now he had his phone plugged in to a charger point. The American soldiers were all quite bemused and confused by the assortment of people traveling together in the truck together, particularly the small Afghan woman with the assortment of weaponry that she wouldn't let them touch. Turkey was trying to get information about why they were here out of one of the soldiers, but the young man wouldn't give him a straight answer. Or even a believable one.
"Can you believe they're trying to feed me bullshit about a 'training exercise'?" he grumbled to Portugal and Greece, sitting between the two of them in a military tent way too equipped to be just for a training exercise. "Firstly, it's Russia in the middle of winter. Secondly, they're at war with fucking Russia! Have they not been around for the past two years?!"
"They tried to tell me that they were scouts." Greece deadpanned, slumped lazily against the wall of the tent, deprived of his cats and quite sulky about it. They seemed less happy to follow him into the cold of winter. "And that this wasn't a real assault."
"Probably not." Afghanistan piped up, coming to join the men where they were sitting. "The city was shelled before we were even here. I think America might be moving much faster through Russia's lands than we thought."
Thoughtful quiet settled on the group, interrupted by Portugal's phone making a cheerful "beep!" noise. Portugal pounced on it like a starving man on a cooked meal, tapping away at the buttons furiously before pausing to read something. Turkey leaned over his shoulder to try and see what it said, but Portugal gave him a look and held it away to read himself.
The Iberian Nation abruptly stood, and strode out of the tent towards the truck. Exchanging glances, the others followed. Portugal lead them all the way to the truck, opening the door and slamming it behind him, the rest of the group climbing in to their own seats. Portugal didn't try to move the car, but sat in his seat staring at his phone.
"We're all on tenterhooks, Jibril." Turkey droned, folding his arms. "What was so damn important about that text."
"Arthur sent it." He began, and before Sadiq could make a snide comment continued. "It's about three days behind schedule. He says he's fine and on his way to Russia with only a few troubles."
"Big freakin' whoop."
"That's not all." Gabriel sounded irritated at being cut over. "That's not all. There's... America's not been replying properly to communications. He's being vague, deliberately so. England doesn't know what's up with him, though he thinks maybe there's something deep under cover..." Portugal shook his head. "I'm not sure if I have his optimism."
"Jibril!" Afghanistan whispered urgently, looking out the back window. "Jibril, America's soldiers are coming- they have guns out!"
"Well this is going to end well." Greece muttered, a frown appearing on his face. Portugal started up the engine, revved as hard as he dared, and slammed off the breaks, tires screeching on the ice as the treads dug in and scratched their way into motion. Bullets whizzed through the back window and Afghanistan yelped, hitting the deck and covering her head, the boys instinctively ducking.
"Shit!" Turkey swore. "Silenced guns? How long have you guys had silenced guns?!"
"I didn't think we did!" Portugal yelled back, cursing that the windscreen was cracked and impossible to see through until another bullet shattered it completely. "America's been hiding things from us--"
With a bang, one of the tires of the truck burst, and the vehicle slanted dangerously on one side accompanied by a collective yelp from the passengers.
"Keep going!" Afghanistan yelled over the screeching tires, picking up her own gun and firing back at them. She'd stolen rounds from the camp when she'd had the chance. Bad habit. Tossing another gun to Greece, he also took up firing at their assailants. "We'll find another car later, just go!"
Notes:
- Dun. Dun. DUUUUUUN!
- "al-Hind" is the Arabic word for India. Duh.
- The text is revealed! And while England has much more faith in America, Portugal is bound by no such illusions...
Part 79
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Date: 2010-09-01 12:11 am (UTC)GREECE WITH A GUN. Damn that's hot... why is that hot? >_>
Female politics, 10 000 times scarier than male ones. So glad she admitted sounding like she did Dx Even before Saudi said it I was going: You... do you know how you sound India? /wibble
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*hunches into her seat innocently* Crazy!America is so fun...no subject
Date: 2010-09-01 05:21 am (UTC)I... I don't really know? Most nations + heavy artillery = hawt so...
Oh lord, at least with male politics they beat the shit out of each other. Female politics is so passive aggressive that they start doing each other's hair. Terrifying.
I know right? Don't ever stop, inspiration, dear <3
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Date: 2010-09-01 08:49 am (UTC)But but but it's Greece. Being as awesome as he used to be just with a futuristic gun instead of medieval weaponry! >_>; Japan needs to see this. /shot
I imagine when they're younger it's hair pulling... then again, the boys do that more often than the girls
France>_< It's sneaky, and bitchy, and mean, and scary! God forbid the day Mexico, Ireland, India, Hungary, New Zealand, Pakistan, Afganistan, Saudi Arabia, Vietnam and North Korea go to war with each other o_O; Armageddon would be over in five minutes./giggles
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Date: 2010-09-01 12:16 am (UTC)I must confess I smile everytime I read those four's names in the character's bit.
FINALLY Port has his phone back!
aww no "x" at the end? xDDamn America (and/or your soldiers), what are you playing at, they're friends, don't shoot, you silly men! D:<
Something tells me America has really gone over the edge....I'm scared... and I totally admire Afghanistan and her weaponry <3
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Date: 2010-09-01 05:25 am (UTC)I get a grin too. Why are they so fun to write why.
Probably was but he's not going to read it out. XDWell three unshaven men in middle-eastern clothing and an unmarked white van suddenly pull up outside your newly established base camp. As an American soldier, you're going to get suspicious, I guess.
Be afraid, be very afraid. She hordes that stuff harder than Ireland does so XD
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Date: 2010-09-01 12:30 am (UTC)Gah! America! What are you doing?!
Pidge, all this knife twisting you're doing reminds me a bit of Belarus, dear. I have no finger nails left. (Of course they were practically non-existent before I found this story, but that's not the point!)
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Date: 2010-09-01 05:27 am (UTC)I dunno! What could he be doing?!
Pffffft I suppose I am being needlessly cruel but what's the point in suspense if you can't make it a little painful?
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Date: 2010-09-01 02:01 pm (UTC)Don't get me wrong, I do so love your writing. Not minding the knife one bit. ;)
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Date: 2010-09-01 01:12 am (UTC)/sob
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Date: 2010-09-01 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-01 01:33 am (UTC)JUST WHAT THE FUCK
WHAT THE FUCK
OH NO SHIT I THINK I KNOW WHERE HE IS GOING WITH THIS
OH FUCK
FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK WHY DO YOU THIS TO ME I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL GRAB MY PASSPORT AND MOVE TO ENGLAND IF YOU DO THIS
SHIT
/on the other hand I'm happy Port finally got that message; also, burial plots are really expensive. Since you will be the cause of my death I expect you to pay for it. Glad we understand each other, querida :D
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Date: 2010-09-01 05:28 am (UTC)Where do you think this is going again? I love to hear theories.
Paying? Me? But I'm skint! orz Get life insurance or something idk.
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Date: 2010-09-01 02:50 am (UTC)Also PLZ PLZ make Aus and America have a showdown or something of the like. Have NZ bombed and Aus really REALLY angry PLEASE.
Come to Australia
You might accidentally get killed
Your blood is bound to be spilled
With fear your pants will be Filled
Because you might accidentally get killed (love this song so much)^^
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Date: 2010-09-01 05:30 am (UTC)Ahaha, as fun as that would be I'm afraid the showdown is more between Russia and America than Aussie and America.
tl;dr for my favourite team of car jacking baby penguins /o/
Date: 2010-09-01 07:15 am (UTC)YOU KNOW WHAT. I think Team Middle East deserves its own fanmix or something. Because I can't stop grinning whenever they make it onto the scene. That's a wonderful side-plot right there. XD Glad to see Port's back to his dere self nonetheless. ;u; Maybe now at least he could CONCENTRATE on the important things. >>
fff it's so easy to see Afghanistan and her arsenal of weaponry as a security blanket of sorts baww. And the boys making grumpy B| faces and sitting in a row waiting for America's people to come back. lol Turkey having no respect for privacy... granted on this trip I'm sure the privacy line blurred VERY quickly. And his eyerolling at Port's repressed English husband never gets old. A-And awww Afghanistan calling Port "Jibril" as well bawww so cute. ;; Such a bad influence you are Turkey. XD And great, now they have to venture out into the cold to steal another car. Fun times for all. |D Port has experience with this sort of driving after being forced to take the wheel during England's car chase stints with France in the early days of the automobile.
Speaking of America though ;lksdf so scary. ;A; And of course Port doesn't trust him, he doesn't trust trolls as far as he can throw them. B|a
The mental image is both d'aww and BADASS. Also I never mind your tl;dr dear <3
Date: 2010-09-01 10:54 am (UTC)akdjsdlgk THAT WOULD BE AWESOME. Though God knows I'd have no idea what songs to put in it. Epic stuff.
She probably sleeps in a pile of ammo and magazine clips. How cute. <3 Lol all the boys sulking like B| This is bullshit. Afghanistan fielding questions from the soldiers who haven't seen a pretty woman in months hahaha orz. Privacy what privacy these lot have been sleeping in the same truck for a few weeks THERE IS NO PRIVACY. Well Afghanistan is a Muslim nation, Jibril being the name of the angel Gabriel in Islam so... yeah. It's also adorable as you said. Pffft oh the 1920s, so much fun. Port are you flashing back to 100 years ago, England throwing the tire iron out the window with intent to murder France at high speed with it?
It's like a looming shadow. He does looming better than Russia, I think. You expect Russia to loom, but America... eeep. Port's right to be unsure. <3
I think it should be their official mascot kthnx
Date: 2010-09-02 02:29 pm (UTC)I THINK. I think we should write it out and then they'll have lots of adventures and then there will be MORE SONGS TO FIT THE THEME. I have plenty of song ideas as it is. /o/
And they just put a blanket over her and her pile of ammo being all "...<3" lmao yes, lots of straight macho men in America's army who unfortunately wouldn't be interested in the least when Port bats his pretty eyes. It's all up to you now Afghanistan! o/ ......I am getting all these adorable lulzy images where they HUDDLE FOR WARMTH now orz. Because it's freezing in the van lol. Only ladies have semi-privacy on this trip. lol well... it's just that he's so B| at being called "Jibril" because s;ldfk BAD MEMORIES, but with Afghanistan he probably just takes it into stride and just sighs orz. He's flashing back alright. Only it's not as much fun when you're being shot at and not actually WINNING orz. Though there's an idea. Let's all throw shit at the American armed forces. XD
Not that England would listen to Port telling him that he doesn't trust America, because to his mind they don't really get along famously as it is and Port's only saying that because he's probably jealous or something. Which only inflates England's ego further orz.
BY THE WAY. TURKEY HACKING PORT'S PHONE. I'M DYING TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN. Even though nothing's even happened yet orz.
STONES. Big. Fucking. Stones.
Date: 2010-09-01 12:07 pm (UTC)(What's ironic is that the TV just said 'All love begins in America' o___O;;;)
shitshitshit I swear... if anything happens to Team Middle East... Imma throw stones at you, woman. >:| Big, big, big stones from the mountains all the way in the East of the island.
Jibril. Ohgod that reminds me of Islamic studies and faaaastiiing... I lost track of what month it is in this fic lol.
Oh Turkey we know you're just jealous you didn't snag the 'false angel' firstAnd about the Team Middle East fst, you know what you need. SOMETHING BY HANS ZIMMER.
The India and Saudi Arabia part was just. Plain. Epic.
INDIAN EMPIRE GET.D: Not the stones!
Date: 2010-09-02 12:38 pm (UTC)You have no idea how far this is about to go.(That's scary. o.o;; Also, since when?)
It seems other people are getting attached to them as well. XD I thought it was just me and Cande for a while. Please don't hurt me.
I remember doing Islam in RS class and my god my teacher put on the call to prayer on the speakers and ooooowwww the guy needs to learn how to project without wailing. It's December in this fic, which I don't think will be Ramadan for 2022... *checks* Nope, Ramadan's during summer that year. Lucky for Afghanistan and Turkey, eh?
HANS ZIMMER FUCK YEAAAAAH. God that would be so cool.
Be pretty epic, actually. Bigger empire than India's ever had for herself before.no subject
Date: 2010-09-01 07:53 pm (UTC)I can't believe I haven't been on a computer in months.
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.I just love Turkey that much more and the British Isles that much more.
To this point, I am still amazed at what America can do with his technology. ...And why it looks so weird there too. (THEY DONT CARE FOR SEATBELTS THERE. D: )
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Date: 2010-09-02 12:41 pm (UTC)Glad you're back!Turkey loves you too ~ <3 The Brits are a little more tsuntsun but I'm sure they're feeling the love.
(WHY BOTHER WITH SEATBELTS WHEN YOU'RE BEING SHOT AT?!) Technology always progresses faster in a time of war. Look at the leaps forward during the First and Second world wars. Sad price to pay though.
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Date: 2010-09-02 07:16 pm (UTC)Ah Brits. Tsuderes are just that much easier to love! <3 Maybe it's easier to love people of your same type. Though, if that was true, I won't get USUK then.
Well, world wars were from Germany's defeat. Perhaps he was bored? But life is always like that. Think of it the FMA way, equivalent exchange.
Sidenote: Alfred has a submarine with enough nukes to nuke a continent off the map. //facepalm
WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR FREE TIME ALFRED?!
Hey, I'm not late for once
Date: 2010-09-01 10:26 pm (UTC)Anyhoo, they had better not be hurt by Alfred's soldiers. If Turkey or Greece get hurt, I will cry.
And awwww Afghanistan. Even with all her badass weaponry all I want to do is scoop her up and hug her. So cute!
And OMG Alfred what are you up to?! Is he in trouble? I swear, if he's only being vague and hedging questions because he's in bed with Russia and doesn't want to be disturbed, he's going to get smacked.... <.< >.> what?
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Date: 2010-09-02 12:44 pm (UTC)So you don't mind if I hurt Port or Afghan? >]
Or not, she might panic and shoot you, bless. Squeaky little thing, like a chewtoy!
That's one way to look at it, I suppose. XDD
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Date: 2010-09-03 06:57 am (UTC)<.< Well, Afghan can take care of herself. I'm not worried about her. Port... yeah, include him with the others. Don't want him hurt either.
...It'd totally be worth it.
Ah, RussiAmerica I love you so..