Family Ties [Part 79]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Scotland, France, Poland, Lithuania, Denmark, Ireland, Northern Ireland, England, Wales, Denmark, Quebec.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Language, horrific implications time!
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.
Scotland paced, and paced, and played hangman with France in the dirt but he kept using French words he didn't know so he went back to pacing again. Was Russia planning to bore them all to death? The occasional sound of planes overhead and a shout or two from streets away frustrated him more than he cared to think. Poland hung his arms through the bars of his cell opposite, singing some random, childish sounding song in his own language. Lithuania stared off into space in thought. He did that a lot.
"This is bullshit!" Scotland suddenly burst out, kicking the wall brick wall and going back to pacing even faster than before. "We're stuck here waiting like fucking damsels in distress and all the action's going on outside!" Another frustrated kick, at the same spot, imagining Russia there. The other three watched him in mild interest and perhaps concern for his mental health.
"James, that's all very nice, but I can't see what you intend to do." France said dryly, clearly still grumpy from the pain in his wounds. They weren't too painful for him to fold his arms and raise his eyebrows just so, though.
"I'm gonna kick the bloody wall in, that's what I'm intendin' to do!" the red head yelled, kicking the wall with the full knowledge that it wasn't actually going to do much. The cinder blocks of the relatively new building had to be quite securely fitted.
So when he actually did put his foot through the wall, he made a very unmanly yelp of surprise before neatly doing the splits at a painful angle, foot still stuck through the hole.
Everyone was far too busy staring in shock to help him for about thirty seconds.
"Francis." Scotland said through his teeth. "This is really fucking uncomfortable."
---
"We're going to die we're going to die we're going to die-"
"Woo! Hands in the air, way more fun! Come on you pussies!"
"This road is too bumpy. It's insane."
"That, er, might be because it's not a road, it's a field with a few trees in it. And we're not going around the trees."
"I think I'm going to chuck up."
"Hey, woah, not on the back of my head."
"Denmark would you keep your eyes on the soddin' road?!"
"STOP THE CAR!" England yelled over all the racket. Instinctively, Denmark slammed his foot down on the brake peddle, the tires screeching against the ceramic breaks, sending everyone flying forwards into either the person next to them or the person in front of them. Everyone turned to give the small blonde a look of "this better be important", but England wasn't looking up, he was looking at his phone.
"I just got a text from Portugal--"
There was a collective groan. "Nobody wants to hear about your mushy texts, Artie." Ireland rolled her eyes, trying in vain to fix her hair from the sudden lurch forward. A green eyed glare was exchanged.
"It's important!"
"I'm so sure." she said, leaning forward to tap Denmark on she shoulder. "Start her up again."
"There are American soldiers in Russia!"
Denmark's hand froze on the way to the ignition. Silence fell, stunned looks all around. England held up his phone for everyone to read the screen. They would have probably snickered over the "xoxoxo" at the bottom if it weren't for the fact that the next line read-
"They've been shot at by them." England said gravely. "I don't know what Alfred's playing at, but we need to get a hold of him, and fast."
"Wait wait wait." Denmark held up a hand, looking extremely lost. "I'm confused. I know I've been out of the loop and all, since I wasn't in the war and all that shit, so I don't know about secret plans, but did you guys not know about this either? You're his allies! And, er, his family, I guess, in that weird way that other nations are family."
"We like to think so." Darren said absently, staring intently at the phone screen, taking it off Arthur to tap around on the touchscreen. "This is weird. This is really, really weird, and I'm calling Quebec."
---
When had he got stuck at a desk job? More importantly, how had he allowed himself to get stuck at a desk job? He'd done so much awesome stuff in his short time of being his own country but it wasn't enough to get him fucking retired.
Oh yeah, America and his fat ass pushing his way around everyone's governments like he owned the continent.
Which he didn't.
He and Mexico should probably remind him of that.
Call up the Carribian for back up.
Only he really didn't fancy being a nuclear wasteland and America was very good at altering the public's perception of his actions. He seemed like such a nice guy. In truth, he was a nice guy. But the road to hell was paved with good intentions and great PR, he guessed. And damn it, Quebec liked him. He had to. Matthew had passed it down like some kind of contagious disease. It mixed oddly with his resentment and anger. He just hoped that, given time, he wouldn't end up with fucked up feelings for him like Russia.
He couldn't figure who was being more twisted by this point, America or Russia. And he didn't have time to ponder on it again, because his phone was ringing. He picked it up off the desk and grumbled into the receiver. "WDF HQ, Jacques Williams here, talk to me."
"Quebec?"
"Wales?" That was a surprise. He leaned back in his chair. "You 'aven't called for a while."
"Been busy, listen, what's America doing right now?"
Quebec didn't want to know. It was probably bad for his mental health to know what America was doing right now. And every time he contemplated the certain sounds he sometimes heard that knot of guilt tightened in his stomach. It wasn't even his guilt. He didn't even like Ukraine. Stupid older brothers passing down stupid public opinions and emotions.
"Je ne sais quoi." the shrug was audible in his tone. "He goes off and does his thing with beating the hell out of Ukraine and Russia and that's all I want to do with-"
"Woah wait what?" Wales cut over him. Quebec didn't like being cut over, so he went back and said again, sarcastically slow. But again his uncle (half brother? Cousin?) blurted out. "No, hold on a second, Russia's with you?"
"No, asshat, he's on the moon. Yes he's with us. Did you not get the memo?"
"We've not been getting any memos." Wales said cautiously. "Or anything from America at all. He just keeps telling us to get to Moscow and destroy it and get out."
Quebec was playing secretary. Quebec had been relaying "some of the orders, only a little", America had said. Apparently, America hadn't been relaying his half of the orders. On purpose or not, this was bad.
"How long has it been since you saw the other EU troops?" he asked. A confused murmuring between the others in the room, or truck from the sound of the engine, and Wales replied.
"Nearly three days. Where are they now?"
The young Nation swallowed. "Ukraine. They're attacking Kiev tomorrow morning, using America's strategy."
"Surround and destroy? Pincer attack?"
"Exactement."
"That's the same as our strategy. Exactly the same. What's he up to... there are soldiers in the southern bits of Russia already, American ones."
The guilty knot in Quebec's stomach gave a fitful twist.
Things started to come together in his mind.
Merde.
Notes:
- *plays great escape music*
- Speaking of music, I'm wanting to put together a FST for this fic but god knows I have no musical taste so what stuff do you associate with this thing? Could be just scenes, could be characters, could be the whole shebang. Gimmie ideas plzkthx.
- Kiev = capital of Ukraine
- Jacques Williams is Quebec's name. Stereotypical is how I roll.
Part 80
Characters (in this chapter): Scotland, France, Poland, Lithuania, Denmark, Ireland, Northern Ireland, England, Wales, Denmark, Quebec.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Language, horrific implications time!
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.
Scotland paced, and paced, and played hangman with France in the dirt but he kept using French words he didn't know so he went back to pacing again. Was Russia planning to bore them all to death? The occasional sound of planes overhead and a shout or two from streets away frustrated him more than he cared to think. Poland hung his arms through the bars of his cell opposite, singing some random, childish sounding song in his own language. Lithuania stared off into space in thought. He did that a lot.
"This is bullshit!" Scotland suddenly burst out, kicking the wall brick wall and going back to pacing even faster than before. "We're stuck here waiting like fucking damsels in distress and all the action's going on outside!" Another frustrated kick, at the same spot, imagining Russia there. The other three watched him in mild interest and perhaps concern for his mental health.
"James, that's all very nice, but I can't see what you intend to do." France said dryly, clearly still grumpy from the pain in his wounds. They weren't too painful for him to fold his arms and raise his eyebrows just so, though.
"I'm gonna kick the bloody wall in, that's what I'm intendin' to do!" the red head yelled, kicking the wall with the full knowledge that it wasn't actually going to do much. The cinder blocks of the relatively new building had to be quite securely fitted.
So when he actually did put his foot through the wall, he made a very unmanly yelp of surprise before neatly doing the splits at a painful angle, foot still stuck through the hole.
Everyone was far too busy staring in shock to help him for about thirty seconds.
"Francis." Scotland said through his teeth. "This is really fucking uncomfortable."
---
"We're going to die we're going to die we're going to die-"
"Woo! Hands in the air, way more fun! Come on you pussies!"
"This road is too bumpy. It's insane."
"That, er, might be because it's not a road, it's a field with a few trees in it. And we're not going around the trees."
"I think I'm going to chuck up."
"Hey, woah, not on the back of my head."
"Denmark would you keep your eyes on the soddin' road?!"
"STOP THE CAR!" England yelled over all the racket. Instinctively, Denmark slammed his foot down on the brake peddle, the tires screeching against the ceramic breaks, sending everyone flying forwards into either the person next to them or the person in front of them. Everyone turned to give the small blonde a look of "this better be important", but England wasn't looking up, he was looking at his phone.
"I just got a text from Portugal--"
There was a collective groan. "Nobody wants to hear about your mushy texts, Artie." Ireland rolled her eyes, trying in vain to fix her hair from the sudden lurch forward. A green eyed glare was exchanged.
"It's important!"
"I'm so sure." she said, leaning forward to tap Denmark on she shoulder. "Start her up again."
"There are American soldiers in Russia!"
Denmark's hand froze on the way to the ignition. Silence fell, stunned looks all around. England held up his phone for everyone to read the screen. They would have probably snickered over the "xoxoxo" at the bottom if it weren't for the fact that the next line read-
"They've been shot at by them." England said gravely. "I don't know what Alfred's playing at, but we need to get a hold of him, and fast."
"Wait wait wait." Denmark held up a hand, looking extremely lost. "I'm confused. I know I've been out of the loop and all, since I wasn't in the war and all that shit, so I don't know about secret plans, but did you guys not know about this either? You're his allies! And, er, his family, I guess, in that weird way that other nations are family."
"We like to think so." Darren said absently, staring intently at the phone screen, taking it off Arthur to tap around on the touchscreen. "This is weird. This is really, really weird, and I'm calling Quebec."
---
When had he got stuck at a desk job? More importantly, how had he allowed himself to get stuck at a desk job? He'd done so much awesome stuff in his short time of being his own country but it wasn't enough to get him fucking retired.
Oh yeah, America and his fat ass pushing his way around everyone's governments like he owned the continent.
Which he didn't.
He and Mexico should probably remind him of that.
Call up the Carribian for back up.
Only he really didn't fancy being a nuclear wasteland and America was very good at altering the public's perception of his actions. He seemed like such a nice guy. In truth, he was a nice guy. But the road to hell was paved with good intentions and great PR, he guessed. And damn it, Quebec liked him. He had to. Matthew had passed it down like some kind of contagious disease. It mixed oddly with his resentment and anger. He just hoped that, given time, he wouldn't end up with fucked up feelings for him like Russia.
He couldn't figure who was being more twisted by this point, America or Russia. And he didn't have time to ponder on it again, because his phone was ringing. He picked it up off the desk and grumbled into the receiver. "WDF HQ, Jacques Williams here, talk to me."
"Quebec?"
"Wales?" That was a surprise. He leaned back in his chair. "You 'aven't called for a while."
"Been busy, listen, what's America doing right now?"
Quebec didn't want to know. It was probably bad for his mental health to know what America was doing right now. And every time he contemplated the certain sounds he sometimes heard that knot of guilt tightened in his stomach. It wasn't even his guilt. He didn't even like Ukraine. Stupid older brothers passing down stupid public opinions and emotions.
"Je ne sais quoi." the shrug was audible in his tone. "He goes off and does his thing with beating the hell out of Ukraine and Russia and that's all I want to do with-"
"Woah wait what?" Wales cut over him. Quebec didn't like being cut over, so he went back and said again, sarcastically slow. But again his uncle (half brother? Cousin?) blurted out. "No, hold on a second, Russia's with you?"
"No, asshat, he's on the moon. Yes he's with us. Did you not get the memo?"
"We've not been getting any memos." Wales said cautiously. "Or anything from America at all. He just keeps telling us to get to Moscow and destroy it and get out."
Quebec was playing secretary. Quebec had been relaying "some of the orders, only a little", America had said. Apparently, America hadn't been relaying his half of the orders. On purpose or not, this was bad.
"How long has it been since you saw the other EU troops?" he asked. A confused murmuring between the others in the room, or truck from the sound of the engine, and Wales replied.
"Nearly three days. Where are they now?"
The young Nation swallowed. "Ukraine. They're attacking Kiev tomorrow morning, using America's strategy."
"Surround and destroy? Pincer attack?"
"Exactement."
"That's the same as our strategy. Exactly the same. What's he up to... there are soldiers in the southern bits of Russia already, American ones."
The guilty knot in Quebec's stomach gave a fitful twist.
Things started to come together in his mind.
Merde.
Notes:
- *plays great escape music*
- Speaking of music, I'm wanting to put together a FST for this fic but god knows I have no musical taste so what stuff do you associate with this thing? Could be just scenes, could be characters, could be the whole shebang. Gimmie ideas plzkthx.
- Kiev = capital of Ukraine
- Jacques Williams is Quebec's name. Stereotypical is how I roll.
Part 80
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Date: 2010-09-03 11:45 pm (UTC)THE QUESTION IS
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? DO YOU HATE ME? DO YOU WISH FOR ME TO EXPLODE FROM THE ANXIETY ATTACKS THIS GORGEOUS PIECE OF LITERATURE GIVES ME FUCK MY HEART I'M OLD DON'T DO THIS TO ME I CANNOT TAKE IT OH GOD OH GOD
hsbxgcsadfd
/sobs
/takes forever to respond to comments whut
Date: 2010-09-06 09:54 am (UTC)IT'S JUST YOUR SUFFERING AMUSES ME.
NOTHING PERSONAL SWEETHEART. <3
/gives tea
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Date: 2010-09-03 11:53 pm (UTC)Hmm, FST...well, I'm not great at picking mood-appropriate music but...during that bit in c32 where Spain goes schizo and Romano prays with him I had "Falling Slowly" by Glen Hansard stuck in my head, and it kinda suited it...I think? Here's a link, see for yourself if it suits: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkFB8f8bzbY
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Date: 2010-09-06 09:55 am (UTC)Aww, that's a sweet song. /looks at ever growing list of song recs. I think I might need a second part to this thing. o_o;;
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Date: 2010-09-04 01:05 am (UTC)Also, I am confused. America is invading Russia and Ukraine. Why is everyone freaking out over this, did they miss the memo about them being at war too?
Also on a completely unrelated note I want to share this with you but I keep missing you on AIM.
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:30 am (UTC)They're freaking out not because he's doing it, but because they didn't hear anything about it. They're allies, they expect communication, and if America's doing things without them then that's 1: undermining the alliance between them all and 2: potentially means he's gone off the handle.
/runs off to work.
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Date: 2010-09-04 01:07 am (UTC)THEN I COULD FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
As for the FST. I will think on it.
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Date: 2010-09-06 09:56 am (UTC)Oh good. I'm getting lots of recs already so no pressure. <3
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Date: 2010-09-04 01:40 am (UTC)D8
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Date: 2010-09-06 10:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-04 01:41 am (UTC)Oh god Denmark, how is it possible that no Russians have seen you coming yet, the way you're carrying on? Hands in the air, and wave 'em like you just don't care! /o/ \o\ lmao England, "Hold everything, I just got a text from the wife!" A pity, no one takes their relationship seriously on either side orz. Though you know it's srs bzn when he's willing to expose the "xoxoxo". XD
Americaaaaa what are you playing aaaaaat. ;; I've got that dreadful feeling bawww. Oh Quebec, see this is what happens when you go in expecting to see the best in America, just like Canada. You miss things until IT'S TOO LATE. Granted that could be said about the rest of his family too orz. Now if only Spain wasn't being so schizo, he would haved pinged in that something was suspicious. Seeing how he's all B| at America for stealing his colonies lol. It's like a secret Iberian technique, being able to ping trolls from a mile off. /shot
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Date: 2010-09-06 10:07 am (UTC)Some manner of blind luck and complete idiocy combined in one country. This is how Denmark rolls. /sunglasses Haha well it is a world-stopping thing for him, because usually Port texts back right away and he didn't this time so he was worrying. Silently, on the inside.
He can't help it, America's sunny smile is so convincing that he's a 100% nice, innocent if loud guy and he's um... well, he's America and therefore a country so definitely not. Pffft spot a troll at 100 paces or something oh you crazy Iberians.
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-06 09:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-04 05:11 am (UTC)Let's see. Either America's trying to completely destroy both Ukraine and Russia or he's trying to force them into some kind of strange and abusive marriage? (I really am holding off writing anything because I may wanna play in the world that comes out of all this. )
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Date: 2010-09-06 10:09 am (UTC)You'll have to wait and see, wait and see~! *skips about* (akjfkdh wr-writing stuff? In my crazy little universe?
It's more likely than you thinkthat would be awesome and you'd have to show me \o/.)no subject
Date: 2010-09-04 09:11 am (UTC)AAAAAAAAARGH AMERICA STOP MINDFUCKING ME
I LIKE THE REAL THING BETTER..."I just got a text from Portugal--" FFFFF I love how everyone's like B| Stop being mushy already.
Deeeeeennnnnmmmmaaaaaaarrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkk. -repeats over 9000 times-
As for the FST, Dark Empire Remix 2.0 by X-Ray Dog is good, but I might just be biased orz. Other than that, umm... New Divide kinda reminds me of nuclear wars and the apocalypse, but whatever. It's also kinda epic. The opening I mean. /shotshotshot for Linkin Park
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Date: 2010-09-07 09:11 pm (UTC)OHOHO REALLY NOW, EVEN WHEN HE'S BEING ALL YANDERE?
Nobody wants to put up with your gooey lovey-dovey crap, Arthur. BI
Iiiiis fuuuun tooo wriiiiiite <3
L-lol I can't shoot you for Linkin Park I have the discography orz;;;;
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Date: 2010-09-04 10:37 am (UTC)Wow, things are moving real fast now!
America, WTH?!
I notice a strange similarity between Portugal's "stop the car" because he needed a cellphone charger and England now asking to stop the car because he got Portugal's text. It's cute.
...I'm in love with Denmark's driving.
What happended to Brasil?
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Date: 2010-09-04 02:40 pm (UTC)Denmaaaaaark, why so cool, maaaaaaaan? *reads the xoxoxo bit* ISEEWHATYOUDIDTHEREANDIAPPROVEUNLESSIMWRONGBUTIAPROVENONETHELESS
I love Quebec. So damn much. And I wholeheartedly approve of his plan to remind America he doesn't own the continent.
This made me more scared of America than the last chapter, what's he planning?! D8