Will the storm pass over us today? Or is our future looking grey?

[totallygaaay]

Who: America, Japan, & Tatsumi
Where: Outside, in the thunderstorm near the risen highway
When: May 10th, Late at night
Rating: Blood, fighting, cursing, violence...?
Summary: America shows up with Japan as his sidekick to take down the rampant running werepire, Tatsumi, before someone else decides to bring justice down on the tyrant.
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[libertyfuckyeah]

America is a little too distracted by the sparkling to even notice the bite. Maybe he's just immune by now. He's been bitten so many times, the sting of fangs at his throat doesn't even faze him. The flesh being taken off said throat is a new twist, however, and causes America to yelp. If only the sparkles could heal him too!!!

As he's lifted in the air, the thought crosses his mind that Tatsumi might actually be a fair match to America. Huh. This is a new one. (Well, no, he'd stand no chance against America were he home with his army and whatnot, but on an individual basis--being matched with Alfred, whatever you want to call it--they may actually compare in strength.

Sadly, America's rational fear meter had been broken long ago. Now he's just excited at the possibilities. ...And, okay, he might be a little excited to see how this fight actually turns out. What can he say? War games can be fun.)

But then, no, there's no expected kick or punch to any part of his body because Japan just got in on this action. America can see the fire in the other country's eyes.

I WILL FEEL HIS BLOOD ON MY HANDS! TONIGHT!
~Japan

America lands smoothly on his feet. All the exhaustion, all the hunger has been washed away by pure adrenaline. Amphetamines might make this easier but hey, what can you do.

For one thing, America can not leave Tatsumi much time to fight back and shoot him in both his knees. .06 second quick draw, baby.

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All things considered, Tatsumi should have been able to avoid Japan.... if he hadn't forgotten the other was there while dealing with his inner thoughts and struggling against his blood lust.

As quickly as he received the cut, the sparkles are back to heal it. Tatsumi's face opens up to surprised as HOLY SHIT. MY KNEE CAPS!!!

The werepire begins to collapse, but on his way down he makes sure to send a powerful punch at the his lover's neither region with nothing but a big grin on his face. ITS OKAY, THOUGH, RIGHT?! AT LEAST THERE ARE SPARKLES!!!

[asideglance]

NOOOOO FLORIDAAAAAAAA.

By which I mean, Japan is still relatively close. And both concerned for America and annoyed that he's being ignored, he will step in!! Almost literally. He aims a kick for the arm that sent that punch, WHETHER HE DOES SO IN TIME OR NOT IS UP TO YOU, and then moves his sword for another attempted slice down at Tatsumi. DAMN THESE SPARKLES.

[libertyfuckyeah]

You know, America is used to Tatsumi handling Florida with a little more care. That, and the fact that both of them seemed pretty damned fond of it, means that America totally wasn't expecting to be punched in the dick.

There is no natural disaster that can possibly relate to the pain America is experiencing at this moment. No, the only thing vaguely comparable would be if another country invaded and everything below Orlando had to be ceded to the opposing army. That is how much this hurts.

"OHSHIT." America's voice has risen a trillion octaves as he clutches his crotch and promptly falls to the ground, coughing and whimpering. GIVE HIM A MOMENT OF WRITHING IN AGONY.

That's it, man.

He loves you

but he loves Florida just a little bit more.

No more mercy. Not until Tatsumi is back to normal.

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America's writhing in agony almost brings a tear to Tatsumi's eyes. Ah, how pumped up he was in this fight really says something about who he truly is. With his kneecaps sparkling and America taking a breather, Tatsumi can focus on Japan. He flashes his home country a grin and jumps at him, crouching to sweep his still healing legs at Japan's feet or knees all while avoiding that blade of his.

If he had to he'll find some way to snap that weapon in half... with his BARE HANDS!!

[asideglance]

Poor America. He gets half of a worried glance at that. Tatsumi's movement is too startling to focus too much, and he stumbles before catching himself in a flip. One palm on the ground, he did a sort of somersault to stand. Yes he is old but he can move sometimes okay. He will be sore later.

ANYWAY. After standing, he takes a step towards Tatsumi. Swinging his sword again! Don't you even think about it...

[libertyfuckyeah]

YOU KNOW WHAT?

YOU KNOW WHAT, ASSHOLE?

THE SECOND YOU STAND UP, AMERICA IS GOING TO SHOOT YOU RIGHT IN THE BALLS.

Except, with his own coughing and groaning, he has a bit of shaky aim at the moment, so the first shot might end up grazing the werepire's thigh. Second shot though is dead-on.

IF HE COULD, AMERICA WOULD JUMP UP AND CROTCH KICK TATSUMI OFF A GODDAMN CLIFF. But he's just now struggling to get to his feet. He backs up slowly, keeping his gun trained on the vampire. It's going to be another minute before he's ready to actually move again.

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Tatsumi does what he can to avoid Japan's sword, feeling his clothing slice as he barely gets away from one swing. The werepire is NOT EXPECTING AMERICA TO FIRE OFF SO SOON, though if any of their time in bed was any indication-

ANYHOW, the graze to the thighs pulls the Werepire's attention away but by doing so, gives America a clear shot. You know that saying? "The bigger they are the harder they fall?" HE IS FALLING HARD. VERY VERY HARD. Being shot in the testicles IS ONE OF THOSE THINGS WHERE YOU CAN'T KEEP STANDING NO MATTER HOW HIGH YOUR PAIN TOLERANCE IS.

Though, the sparkles start, Tatsumi rolls to the side to avoid any sword attacks from Japan. As soon as he can, (Which may be surprisingly short) he jumps up to slam an uppercut unto America's jaw, and (even if that fails) then bull-heads into him, wrapping his arms about the country and pushing him back into a column holding up the highway.

[asideglance]

OKAY GUYS. YOU NEED TO CUT THE SHIT WITH THE NUT SHOTS. JAPAN IS NOT LIKING THE LOOKS OF THINGS HERE OKAY. PLEASE TO BE NOT HITTING SO LOW.

"Tch--!" There you go now he said it. He frowned as Tatsumi rolled out of the way of his additional attacks and went for America. To pick him up like that earlier, and shove him now... How strong was Tatsumi, anyway?

Oh well enough pondering. Are you annoyed by him and his persistent sword yet, because you're bound to get to that point eventually. He moves after the two, and yes, once again, swings his sword at Tatsumi. This time towards his back. Really how many ways can I write this.

[libertyfuckyeah]

STAB HIM IN THE BALLS, JAPAN.

That is what America would be screaming if his jaw wasn't suddenly fractured. No time to reminisce how this relates to another betrayal in his history (ironically involving Japan). There is a split second between being punched in the face and run into concrete where a single though flashes through America's mind: Oh man, did I just swallow a tooth?

No time to solve that riddle. No sir. Even as he collides into the concrete and feels it splinter under the force, he doesn't stop clutching onto Tatsumi. The second the werepire's face is in his line of sight, he does the first thing that comes natural.

America spits a combination of blood and saliva right in Tatsumi's eyes. He's like one of those acid spitting dinosaurs from Jurassic Park.

He take the moment to pistol whip Tatsumi right in the solar plexus. IF HE WERE HUMAN, HE WOULD BE DEAD. But he's not, so America has to shoot a glance at Japan.

"Hi' s'ine!" he yells. That's a garbled abbreviation for STAB HIM IN THE SPINE, since it's a little hard to talk with a possibly broken jaw and a mouth full of blood. It might afford them a little more time to move, or at least enough time to piss of Tatsumi even further.

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Blood and spit to his face, Tatsumi shots, losing his vision momentarily and then he locks up at the pain from the pistol whipping. For a split moment, he sags against America. Even though opening his eyes does little with the blood still not completely dripped away, that doesn't take away his heightened hearing. Japan's nearing footsteps are what he first catches but, of course, America's loud ass voice, as funny as it sounded at the moment. All Tatsumi could really do was squeeze his current hold on America tighter and tighter, maybe cracking a rib and bring his knee back up towards America's gut.

With the slice along his back, you'd think he'd have taken a pause by now but nope. He just continues to knee America as many times as possible.

[asideglance]

It's a good thing Japan can read the atmosphere, because America is speaking like a caveman or something over there. And getting kneed in the gut repeatedly. Well, actually, Japan had been about to do this to begin with, but the spine was a nice suggestion of a place to stab.

So with both hands on his blade now, he does what he does best and stabs him in the back.

Oh so many parallels right now...

[libertyfuckyeah]

With each knee to the gut, America responds in kind with a punch to Tatsumi's everything. It's only when he feels a couple ribs snap does he slow his assault. Slow, but not stop. So what if he's probably bleeding internally? He's the hero!

And at this rate, maybe, just maybe, America might be able to restrain him without being drained of blood!

(He doesn't hold out much hope, but it's okay to dream.)

When he hears the blade slice into Tatsumi, he pauses his barrage, expression twisted in irrational worry for just an instant. It helps him ignore the sick sense of satisfaction from (hopefully) gaining the upper hand in this fight.

(There's nothing wrong with being proud of victory, he reminds himself. But it doesn't make him much happier with himself for feeling this way.)

[totallygaaay]

With each Hit America blows, Tatsumi STILL DOESN'T STOP. He wants to turn and address Japan but the jab to the spine freezes the werepire. His pupils shrink just before he collapses onto America. The sparkles try to heal him but he still lies limp against the hero for several heartbeats. One might think he is stuck like that...

But when the next strike of lightning flashes, Tatsumi rears back and swings around to knock the ever loving shit out of Japan with his FISTS. There is a pause before he jumps at the nimble one, bringing an arm up to block whatever swipe of his sword that follows. He can't ignore either of them for too long, he is realizing, and decides to try and get as close to japan as possible, maybe for a bite. Still, the more he advances, the more he hopes Japan backs away, so there is some distance between him and America.

[asideglance]

Do you see the irony of this icon. OKAY ANYWAY.

As he pulls his sword back from Tatsumi, the werepire's swing around to punch him was too close to avoid. He stumbled a bit at that, stepping back and swinging his sword-- but that arm had been in the way.

He does, in fact, back up at that, all while trying for another move of his sword-- a stabbing motion once more, towards his stomach!

[libertyfuckyeah]

SO MUCH IRONY.

At the same time, as much as America wants to catch a breather (which is kinda hard to do when your lungs have been kicked in), he knows he can't let up. Luckily, he's the guy who is armed to the fucking teeth with guns.

Yeah, the pistol isn't doing it anymore.

LET'S TRY A FUCKING SHOTGUN. See if that slows him down any.

Like Tatsumi, America can utilize flashes of lightning for dramatic effect because life is just one giant Hollywood movie for him. The next strike and before the crack of thunder, there's the distinct kch-chk of a pump-action shotgun being cocked.

HOPE YOU DIDN'T NEED THAT ANKLE, TATSUMI.

OR THAT ELBOW.