[round robin event] A League of Nations (continues)
Part One is here!: http://dani-in-japan.livejournal.com/42885.html
Captain America - America
The Boy Russia - Russia
The Yellow Apron - Lithuania
Doujinshi Boy - Japan
The Flying Wok - China
The Claus - Finland
Le Roi Rouge - France
The Pixie - Norway
The Tea Pot - England
The Maple Leaf - Canada
Spice Girl - India
The Wizard of Oz - Australia
The Frying Pan - Hungary
The Music Meister - Austria
The Belgian Waffler - Belgium
The Molester - Spain
Major Stoic - Germany (the Vigilante)
The Awesome Five Meter Bird Man "Mr. Awesome" - Prussia (the Wannabe)
The Sparkler - Poland (as ambiguous as his gender)
The Informant - Estonia (the informant)
The Damsel - Ukraine (the damsel)
The DoubleCrossers - N. Italy (Pasta Hood) and S. Italy (Little Lovino) - henchmen for hire
The White Cross - Switzerland (a neutral arms specialist)
The Milk Man - Bulgaria (a standalone hero of justice)
Otto Man - Turkey (the old guard)
IKEA - Sweden (he has comfy furniture for all your headquarter needs. Also neutral.)
SeaRobin and The Vibrator - Sealand and Latvia (the next generation of heroes?)
The Frying Pan and Music Meister were still gasping!
Major Stoic sighed, checking his watch. "Are you finished yet? It's been five minutes already.
The Frying Pan held up a finger, indicating she was almost done. She finished exhaling then gasped one more time. Mr. Awesome nodded. It was pretty awe-inspiring information.
The Music Meister put a hand on the Frying Pan's shoulder. "Frying Pan. I believe we have been led into a trap by Mr. Awesome's claims that he wants to join the Commonwealth."
Mr. Awesome balked. "Wh-what?!" He started shoving Major Stoic's arm. "Dude! Stoic! Get out of here! You're ruining my chances at greatness!"
Major Stoic rolled his eyes. Why was he always the one stuck cleaning up after his...brother's... messes? Before he could try to recreate the "dark vigilante raining down sweet sweet justice on evil in not particularly kosher ways" mood, the Freedomobile pulled up and Captain America was dramatically ejected from the driver's seat. Behind him, the Boy Russia gracefully hopped out of his side car, adjusting his scarf before moving to catch Captain America. He couldn't be heroic when he was ass up on the ground, after all.
"Halt there, evildoers!" Captain America scrambled out of the Boy Russia's arms and pointed dramatically at the Frying Pan and Music Meister. "I won't let you get a hold of these poor civilian's chicks and their delicious and nutritious eggs!"
The Boy Russia coughed a bit. "Oh. Are they good for you again now?"
Captain America laughed heartily. "Of course, Boy Russia! There is nothing better for you than the incredible, edible egg! They are a great source of protein, and when part of a balanced breakfast can help the young children grow up to be big and strong!"
The Frying Pan tightened her grip on her frying pan. "Don't say anything that will egg him onto another one of his free-range speeches, Music Meister. You just grab the eggs while I distract them and we'll scramble out of here!"
The Music Meister nodded, heading into the small coop on the side of the wired in pen.
Major Stoic turned, heading after him. "Stop there!" He pulled a round disc off his utility belt and threw it. The disc, with a conveniently placed IKEA logo, suddenly whipped a chain out its side. The chain wrapped around the Music Meister's ankles, sending him to the ground.
The Frying Pan and Captain America crouched into fighting positions, beginning their dazzling duet of danger. Who would be victorious? Who would make the first move? The Boy Russia watched, keeping a vigilant eye on Mr. Awesome, who tried to keep everyone between the two of them. He'd had scrapes with the Boy Russia before. The seemingly docile sidekick was his own wave of terror.
Suddenly, a loud thunder filled the air, drawing everyone's attention to the road, where the Sparkler approached on his Steel Pony.
"You didn't want my help, League of Nations, and you'll totally regret it!"
The Steel Pony whinnied loudly and stamped a metallic hoof against the ground.
Captain America and The Frying Pan both turned to look at the intruder. “We didn’t need your help Mr. McSparklepants.” Captain America said firmly, still keeping one eye focused on his opponent.
“Well then, maybe my old friend The Frying Pan here would like totally enjoy my sparkling assistance instead!” The Sparkler put his hands on his hips, carefully remaining balanced on the Steel Pony.
The Frying Pan couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the Sparkler’s suggestion. It had seemed like forever since she had last spoken with this idiot. “And what kind of ‘help’ are you offering Sparkles?”
A smirk crossed The Sparkler’s face as the Pony moved to place itself between The Frying Pan and Captain America. “The League of Nations will like… totally be sorry they didn’t accept my help.”
The Steel Pony came to a halt in front of Captain America. It whinnied loudly and reared up on its hind legs. A large grin was still stretched across The Sparkler’s face.
The Frying Pan watched with curiousity.
“Here we go!” The Sparkler grabbed hold of the reigns of The Steel Pony. “SPARKLE-BREATH… ATTACK!”
The Pony lowered its front legs back to the ground and snorted, emitting a pink sparkle gas from its nostrils.
Giggling hysterically, The Sparkler turned to The Frying Pan and gestured towards where The Music Meister had been taken down. “Go… I’ll like, totally finish up here!”
“CAPTAIN!” The Boy Russia exclaimed and ran to America’s hero’s side. The mighty soldier fell to the ground; eyes clenched shut in fierce agony. A pool of pink sparkles stained his chest and the ground around him.
“B-boy Russia… is that you?” Captain America reached a hand out for his trusty sidekick.
The Boy Russia clasped his hand between his own as dramatic tears pickled his young eyes. “It is me, Captain. You are going to be fine.” He sniffed heroically, struggling out a smile despite the Captains blindness.
“Boy Russia… There is something I’ve always wanted to tell you…” Captain America wheezed out.
“W-what is it Captain?” The Boy Russia leaned close.
Captain America went limp in his arms. “… Captain? Captain! CAPTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!” The Boy Russia yelled up to the heavens and thunder rolled dramatically as it began to rain… meatballs?
The Frying Pan finished freeing the Music Meister and the villainous villains watched the very MOVING scene.
“You seriously killed Captain America? Isn’t that against villain code or something?” Mr. Awesome asked the Sparkler.
“Hey! It was like my revenge. It’s supposed to be dramatic!” The Sparkler huffed from his MAGESTIC steed (which was becoming significantly less awesome as it was being pegged with giant meatballs from the sky that did not seem to be bothering anyone).
BUT THEN there was a dramatic clash of thunder that drew everyone’s attention to the sky. The rumbling clouds part and there HOVERING in the SKY was the THE FLYING SPAGHETTI MOBILE! Its giant spaghetti NOODLES reached down from the sky and plucked Major Stoic from the battle field. He struggled valiantly but was helpless against its might pasta powers.
“Major Stoic!” Mr. Awesome reached up a hand towards the disappearing vigilante. “BRUDER!” But the clouds cast over and the Giant Spaghetti Mobile was gone along with its meatball terror of doom.
Those double crossers! They took his bruder! No one picks on his bruder but him! Mr. Awesome jumped onto the Awesome Mobile and tore off to the brothers’ well know secret hideout.
The Frying Pan and the Music Meister silently agreed with a short nod that it was time to leave. The collected the eggs within reach and returned to the Streudelvagon. They and the Sparkler drove/stampeded off into the distance with their bounty.
The Boy Russia gathered Captain America into his arm and carried him to the Freedomobile. He secured him in the sidecar and strapped the helmet under his chin. He could not delay, for every wasted moment was another that he lost the good Captain to the SPARKLES. He straddled the Freedomobile and revved the engine (he never got to drive!) and hurried back the League of Nations. Hopefully he would not be too late…
MEANWHILE high above the ground in the Flying Spaghetti Mobile Major Stoic was strapped to a chair. A single overhead light swung gently above him, dancing shadows around him gleefully.
“WHO’S THERE!” He demanded, “Do not think I can’t hear your foot steps!”
“VE!”
“SHUSH UP!”
“The Double Crosser Brothers.” Major Stoic glared into the surrounding darkness.
“How did he know it was us?!”
“I don’t know? How many other people have giant pasta themed aircrafts?”
“Oh!”
The brothers revealed themselves, stepping into the light. The old one glared, “Potato Bastard.”
Major Stoic refused to rise, squinting his eyes at them very STOICALLY.
“Major Stoic! We need your help!” Pasta Hood blurted out causing Little Lovino to face palm.
Major Stoic raised a carefully maintained brow and sat in STOIC SILENCE.
“There is a breakfast party going on at the Commonwealth of Evil and Associates hide out and they invited us! Isn’t that nice off them? Breakfast is really yummy. I wanted to bring pasta for them! But the Molester, the one who really likes Little Lovino? He is the one who invited us! That’s so nice of him! He told us we should bring bacon. But we don’t really know where to get bacon… But he insisted that they really needed bacon! And since you helped us find that really yummy sausage once we thought you would know a really good butcher. So we went to find you at Stoic Towers, but you weren’t there! Then we turned on the news and saw the heist going on. You were on TV! And then we recognized the farm. Because that’s where Gilbert goes on his weekend trips. Ve! Did you know he like birds? He’s really good with them. Once he showed me a parakeet that he taught to sing! So we went to visit you at his farm. But it looked really dangerous! And I didn’t want you to get hurt so we pulled you onto our ship. You’re not hurt are you? We have a first add kit somewhere!” Pasta Hood started frantically scrambling around the FSM for the first aid kit.
Little Lovino sighed and glared at Major Stoic. “Basically… we need you to go shopping with us, okay?”
Major Stoic kept his silence for a moment and then nodded STOICALLY.
Little Lovino huffed and headed to the Penni Pit to direct the FSM to SUPER G (the preferred grocery store of heroes and villains alike).
The spaghetti holding Major Stoic in place unraveled and integrated back into the FSM. He stood up, STOICALLY ignoring the hello kitty bandages Pasta Hood was covering him with.
Will Captain America survive the sparkles? Will the League of Nations save the eggs? Or will the Commonwealth of Evil(and Associates) have their delicious victory? What about the Molester's plot? Will Pasta Hood and Little Lovino bring home the bacon? Or will the Commonwealth's breakfast plans have to simmer down? Find out...when someone else takes up the helm!
Captain America - America
The Boy Russia - Russia
The Yellow Apron - Lithuania
Doujinshi Boy - Japan
The Flying Wok - China
The Claus - Finland
Le Roi Rouge - France
The Pixie - Norway
The Tea Pot - England
The Maple Leaf - Canada
Spice Girl - India
The Wizard of Oz - Australia
The Frying Pan - Hungary
The Music Meister - Austria
The Belgian Waffler - Belgium
The Molester - Spain
Major Stoic - Germany (the Vigilante)
The Awesome Five Meter Bird Man "Mr. Awesome" - Prussia (the Wannabe)
The Sparkler - Poland (as ambiguous as his gender)
The Informant - Estonia (the informant)
The Damsel - Ukraine (the damsel)
The DoubleCrossers - N. Italy (Pasta Hood) and S. Italy (Little Lovino) - henchmen for hire
The White Cross - Switzerland (a neutral arms specialist)
The Milk Man - Bulgaria (a standalone hero of justice)
Otto Man - Turkey (the old guard)
IKEA - Sweden (he has comfy furniture for all your headquarter needs. Also neutral.)
SeaRobin and The Vibrator - Sealand and Latvia (the next generation of heroes?)
The Frying Pan and Music Meister were still gasping!
Major Stoic sighed, checking his watch. "Are you finished yet? It's been five minutes already.
The Frying Pan held up a finger, indicating she was almost done. She finished exhaling then gasped one more time. Mr. Awesome nodded. It was pretty awe-inspiring information.
The Music Meister put a hand on the Frying Pan's shoulder. "Frying Pan. I believe we have been led into a trap by Mr. Awesome's claims that he wants to join the Commonwealth."
Mr. Awesome balked. "Wh-what?!" He started shoving Major Stoic's arm. "Dude! Stoic! Get out of here! You're ruining my chances at greatness!"
Major Stoic rolled his eyes. Why was he always the one stuck cleaning up after his...brother's... messes? Before he could try to recreate the "dark vigilante raining down sweet sweet justice on evil in not particularly kosher ways" mood, the Freedomobile pulled up and Captain America was dramatically ejected from the driver's seat. Behind him, the Boy Russia gracefully hopped out of his side car, adjusting his scarf before moving to catch Captain America. He couldn't be heroic when he was ass up on the ground, after all.
"Halt there, evildoers!" Captain America scrambled out of the Boy Russia's arms and pointed dramatically at the Frying Pan and Music Meister. "I won't let you get a hold of these poor civilian's chicks and their delicious and nutritious eggs!"
The Boy Russia coughed a bit. "Oh. Are they good for you again now?"
Captain America laughed heartily. "Of course, Boy Russia! There is nothing better for you than the incredible, edible egg! They are a great source of protein, and when part of a balanced breakfast can help the young children grow up to be big and strong!"
The Frying Pan tightened her grip on her frying pan. "Don't say anything that will egg him onto another one of his free-range speeches, Music Meister. You just grab the eggs while I distract them and we'll scramble out of here!"
The Music Meister nodded, heading into the small coop on the side of the wired in pen.
Major Stoic turned, heading after him. "Stop there!" He pulled a round disc off his utility belt and threw it. The disc, with a conveniently placed IKEA logo, suddenly whipped a chain out its side. The chain wrapped around the Music Meister's ankles, sending him to the ground.
The Frying Pan and Captain America crouched into fighting positions, beginning their dazzling duet of danger. Who would be victorious? Who would make the first move? The Boy Russia watched, keeping a vigilant eye on Mr. Awesome, who tried to keep everyone between the two of them. He'd had scrapes with the Boy Russia before. The seemingly docile sidekick was his own wave of terror.
Suddenly, a loud thunder filled the air, drawing everyone's attention to the road, where the Sparkler approached on his Steel Pony.
"You didn't want my help, League of Nations, and you'll totally regret it!"
The Steel Pony whinnied loudly and stamped a metallic hoof against the ground.
Captain America and The Frying Pan both turned to look at the intruder. “We didn’t need your help Mr. McSparklepants.” Captain America said firmly, still keeping one eye focused on his opponent.
“Well then, maybe my old friend The Frying Pan here would like totally enjoy my sparkling assistance instead!” The Sparkler put his hands on his hips, carefully remaining balanced on the Steel Pony.
The Frying Pan couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the Sparkler’s suggestion. It had seemed like forever since she had last spoken with this idiot. “And what kind of ‘help’ are you offering Sparkles?”
A smirk crossed The Sparkler’s face as the Pony moved to place itself between The Frying Pan and Captain America. “The League of Nations will like… totally be sorry they didn’t accept my help.”
The Steel Pony came to a halt in front of Captain America. It whinnied loudly and reared up on its hind legs. A large grin was still stretched across The Sparkler’s face.
The Frying Pan watched with curiousity.
“Here we go!” The Sparkler grabbed hold of the reigns of The Steel Pony. “SPARKLE-BREATH… ATTACK!”
The Pony lowered its front legs back to the ground and snorted, emitting a pink sparkle gas from its nostrils.
Giggling hysterically, The Sparkler turned to The Frying Pan and gestured towards where The Music Meister had been taken down. “Go… I’ll like, totally finish up here!”
“CAPTAIN!” The Boy Russia exclaimed and ran to America’s hero’s side. The mighty soldier fell to the ground; eyes clenched shut in fierce agony. A pool of pink sparkles stained his chest and the ground around him.
“B-boy Russia… is that you?” Captain America reached a hand out for his trusty sidekick.
The Boy Russia clasped his hand between his own as dramatic tears pickled his young eyes. “It is me, Captain. You are going to be fine.” He sniffed heroically, struggling out a smile despite the Captains blindness.
“Boy Russia… There is something I’ve always wanted to tell you…” Captain America wheezed out.
“W-what is it Captain?” The Boy Russia leaned close.
Captain America went limp in his arms. “… Captain? Captain! CAPTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!” The Boy Russia yelled up to the heavens and thunder rolled dramatically as it began to rain… meatballs?
The Frying Pan finished freeing the Music Meister and the villainous villains watched the very MOVING scene.
“You seriously killed Captain America? Isn’t that against villain code or something?” Mr. Awesome asked the Sparkler.
“Hey! It was like my revenge. It’s supposed to be dramatic!” The Sparkler huffed from his MAGESTIC steed (which was becoming significantly less awesome as it was being pegged with giant meatballs from the sky that did not seem to be bothering anyone).
BUT THEN there was a dramatic clash of thunder that drew everyone’s attention to the sky. The rumbling clouds part and there HOVERING in the SKY was the THE FLYING SPAGHETTI MOBILE! Its giant spaghetti NOODLES reached down from the sky and plucked Major Stoic from the battle field. He struggled valiantly but was helpless against its might pasta powers.
“Major Stoic!” Mr. Awesome reached up a hand towards the disappearing vigilante. “BRUDER!” But the clouds cast over and the Giant Spaghetti Mobile was gone along with its meatball terror of doom.
Those double crossers! They took his bruder! No one picks on his bruder but him! Mr. Awesome jumped onto the Awesome Mobile and tore off to the brothers’ well know secret hideout.
The Frying Pan and the Music Meister silently agreed with a short nod that it was time to leave. The collected the eggs within reach and returned to the Streudelvagon. They and the Sparkler drove/stampeded off into the distance with their bounty.
The Boy Russia gathered Captain America into his arm and carried him to the Freedomobile. He secured him in the sidecar and strapped the helmet under his chin. He could not delay, for every wasted moment was another that he lost the good Captain to the SPARKLES. He straddled the Freedomobile and revved the engine (he never got to drive!) and hurried back the League of Nations. Hopefully he would not be too late…
MEANWHILE high above the ground in the Flying Spaghetti Mobile Major Stoic was strapped to a chair. A single overhead light swung gently above him, dancing shadows around him gleefully.
“WHO’S THERE!” He demanded, “Do not think I can’t hear your foot steps!”
“VE!”
“SHUSH UP!”
“The Double Crosser Brothers.” Major Stoic glared into the surrounding darkness.
“How did he know it was us?!”
“I don’t know? How many other people have giant pasta themed aircrafts?”
“Oh!”
The brothers revealed themselves, stepping into the light. The old one glared, “Potato Bastard.”
Major Stoic refused to rise, squinting his eyes at them very STOICALLY.
“Major Stoic! We need your help!” Pasta Hood blurted out causing Little Lovino to face palm.
Major Stoic raised a carefully maintained brow and sat in STOIC SILENCE.
“There is a breakfast party going on at the Commonwealth of Evil and Associates hide out and they invited us! Isn’t that nice off them? Breakfast is really yummy. I wanted to bring pasta for them! But the Molester, the one who really likes Little Lovino? He is the one who invited us! That’s so nice of him! He told us we should bring bacon. But we don’t really know where to get bacon… But he insisted that they really needed bacon! And since you helped us find that really yummy sausage once we thought you would know a really good butcher. So we went to find you at Stoic Towers, but you weren’t there! Then we turned on the news and saw the heist going on. You were on TV! And then we recognized the farm. Because that’s where Gilbert goes on his weekend trips. Ve! Did you know he like birds? He’s really good with them. Once he showed me a parakeet that he taught to sing! So we went to visit you at his farm. But it looked really dangerous! And I didn’t want you to get hurt so we pulled you onto our ship. You’re not hurt are you? We have a first add kit somewhere!” Pasta Hood started frantically scrambling around the FSM for the first aid kit.
Little Lovino sighed and glared at Major Stoic. “Basically… we need you to go shopping with us, okay?”
Major Stoic kept his silence for a moment and then nodded STOICALLY.
Little Lovino huffed and headed to the Penni Pit to direct the FSM to SUPER G (the preferred grocery store of heroes and villains alike).
The spaghetti holding Major Stoic in place unraveled and integrated back into the FSM. He stood up, STOICALLY ignoring the hello kitty bandages Pasta Hood was covering him with.
Will Captain America survive the sparkles? Will the League of Nations save the eggs? Or will the Commonwealth of Evil(and Associates) have their delicious victory? What about the Molester's plot? Will Pasta Hood and Little Lovino bring home the bacon? Or will the Commonwealth's breakfast plans have to simmer down? Find out...when someone else takes up the helm!