Family Ties [Part 72]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): England, Ireland, Wales, India, North and South Korea, Macau, Japan, Vietnam, Mongolia, New China and Taiwan.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Fail battle tactics, the UK sibs get trigger happy, and the East Asia conference begins (and will not be in any way as long as the WDF one I swear).
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.
The gunfire started some time in the mid afternoon, before they'd even reached the border. NWO troops appeared from seemingly nowhere, though now they'd shown themselves England could see the extremely elaborate camouflage they'd crafted for themselves. Despite the foliage dying off for the winter, they'd hidden in evergreen trees instead, using the densely packed leaves and high wind to hide any movement. If it weren't for the fact the tanks up front had their shields on, thus repelling the bullets and revealing the positions of the soldiers, they'd probably have all been shot dead where they were. On the plus side for the WDF, now they were in the trees, they couldn't very well get down. Seemed they thought that the ambush would be enough, forgetting the tanks.
As it was, England was on his stomach under a truck, sharpshooting the buggers in the trees until they fell out with a nasty thud-crunch onto the spikes and bear traps that the WDF had thrown out under the trees.
"If you hum one more bar of that song I'm putting a bullet between your eyes, Artie." Ireland grumbled, hang over still much worse than England's. Had she continued drinking after him? It didn't seem too implausible. His sister, he was reluctant to admit, had a much higher alcohol tolerance than him.
"I can't help it, the ring tone got it stuck in my head." he replied, hitting the swinging foot of a careless soldier who'd slipped ever so slightly, making him yelp and fall out of the tree. Thud-crunch.
"Then change the feckin' ringtone." Thud-crunch-thud-crunch. Seemed like one of the people Ireland had shot had pulled a friend out of the tree with him. The red head shot him in the back as he tried to run away.
"Too late now, it's in my head." England ducked back under the shelter of the vehicle as a bullet buried itself in the ground next to his hand. Close call. Wales skidded on his stomach through the mud to join them under the truck.
"Afternoon Darren." England greeted absently. "How goes with Austria and company?"
Wales shook mud out of his hair. "Just peachy. The tanks have cleared the ahead, if we just finish off the pests in the trees then we're rolling ever onwards."
"Sweet." Ireland grinned, picking a rock out of the loose soil and tossing it in her hand for a moment. "How's the target destination?"
"Repressing riots again, command tried to flee East but there's a problem in that China's not backing them any more, and the Middle East is just as much an enemy as a friend." Both brothers watched their older sister fling the rock into the trees, eliciting a loud yelp and a curse as someone fell off their branch, clutching their face, only to be shot at before they even reached the ground below. Thud-crunch. "And the rail workers are on strike and don't care what's happening anymore. Basically the whole thing's falling to bits. I wonder how Russia's taking it?"
"Dunno, we can ask him when we get there though."
---
India rubbed at her eyes and leaned back in the chair. Thank god the Asian conference had more comfortable seating than the WDF meeting. The soft red chairs, nicely decorated room and smooth round table were probably the most expensive thing that Chi- Li Shui owned right now, however, with the horrific plunge the economy took finally revealed to the world.
'Yao, you idiot.' she thought to herself, watching as Macau flipped out his DS3dLite and started tapping away at it. 'You stubborn, stupid, overworked idiot.'
The arrival of the Korea twins didn't need much more of an announcement than South practically kicking the doors in with a great grin, dragging his sister by the hand. She didn't look best pleased to be touching him, but didn't move away either. Maybe she realised the futility in the action. They both pulled up two seats South Korea immediately peering at Macau's game and suggesting various cheats, which the younger Nation input without question. North rolled her eyes and rested her elbow on the table.
Next through the door came Vietnam, looking very composed and neat in her formal but traditional clothing, though her face was blank. She sat to the right of India, but after giving her a nod of greeting, began staring at Macau like she could cause him to combust with only brain power.
Mongolia slipped through the door so quietly that very few noticed him, though Macau looked up from his game long enough to grin, predatory, at him. He sat to the right of Vietnam, getting out his papers and shuffling them quietly. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week, his short but usually tidy hair out of place and glasses slipping down his nose. He was a quiet person in the first place until you got him on a horse or made him angry, but this tiredness seemed to be different.
Japan, by contrast, looked so wide awake and jittery when he walked in, that India wondered if he'd been force fed one of America's energy drinks. He also had dark circles under his eyes, so maybe he'd bypassed tiredness and hit hyperactivity again. She tapped him as he went past. He jumped.
"Are you alright?"
"H-hai." he stammered, then shook his head. "Ano, I mean, it's just the sudden rush of supplies back to my land now the blockade is gone. It's like a sugar rush. Excuse me." He continued to fidget as he sat in his seat to the right of Mongolia.
The seven of them sat where they were for nearly ten minutes before Vietnam interrupted the Koreas, who had now taken Macau's game and were arguing strategy as to how to play it, with an irritated sigh. "So where is he, then?"
Macau put on his best innocent face, as if the room didn't know his true nature. "Where's who?"
"China, you idiot."
"Sis, I hate to break this to you, but-"
Vietnam snapped at him. "The New China! I didn't fly all this way just to beat around the bush. We all know it's not you." The city port looked slightly offended when she jabbed a finger in his direction, pouting.
"Hey, don't yell at me. He's in the bathroom, Taiwan's fixing his clothes again." he shook his head in a resigned way. A confused look passed around the others.
"Did he trip?" asked Yong Soo. Chun Hei rolled her eyes.
"Course he didn't trip, he climbs trees like a monkey and can carry eighteen bowls of rice at once." she muttered grumpily. Her twin pouted at her, but said nothing.
"He's- oh wait, there he is." Macau gestured to the doorway, and heads turned.
"Sugoi..." Japan marveled.
Hong Kong seemed to have shot up several inches overnight. Which is because he had. Being an older teen before, he nearly looked like an adult now, features becoming even more defined, slightly sharper than China's were. He was definitely taller as well, half a head taller than Taiwan next to him despite her high heels, when they'd been nearly the same height before. His hair had grown too, long bangs that usually hung in his face pulled back into a pony tail. He'd obviously borrowed one of his sister's hairbands, since it was pink. Taiwan appeared to have been lengthening his trousers, letting down the hems.
Despite all this, it was still him. The eyebrows proved it.
"So that was what the gold thread was for earlier." mused Macau as everyone else gaped. "Cut cut the thread and unpick it easily for longer clothes. Nice."
Li Shui ignored him, walking round the table until he reached the seat next to Macau, Taiwan taking the last seat between him and Japan.
"Well, shall we get this over with, then?" said New China.
Notes:
- This whole "hide in the trees and shoot the fuck out of the buggers" thing would have worked if it weren't for those meddling tanks. Instead, it becomes a war story to write home about. Every war has one, you know, the ones with stupid strategies and impossible odds.
- Japan can get supplies from the west again! He can go fishing! Food! Huzzah! Only now he's gotten so used to not having food he's got a rush. Poor guy
- He also says "sugoi", meaning "amazing". I'll be shocked if you're an anime fan and you didn't know that, the amount people in these shows say it. orz
- Growth spurt! Hong Kong's shot up!
Part 73
Characters (in this chapter): England, Ireland, Wales, India, North and South Korea, Macau, Japan, Vietnam, Mongolia, New China and Taiwan.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Fail battle tactics, the UK sibs get trigger happy, and the East Asia conference begins (and will not be in any way as long as the WDF one I swear).
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.
The gunfire started some time in the mid afternoon, before they'd even reached the border. NWO troops appeared from seemingly nowhere, though now they'd shown themselves England could see the extremely elaborate camouflage they'd crafted for themselves. Despite the foliage dying off for the winter, they'd hidden in evergreen trees instead, using the densely packed leaves and high wind to hide any movement. If it weren't for the fact the tanks up front had their shields on, thus repelling the bullets and revealing the positions of the soldiers, they'd probably have all been shot dead where they were. On the plus side for the WDF, now they were in the trees, they couldn't very well get down. Seemed they thought that the ambush would be enough, forgetting the tanks.
As it was, England was on his stomach under a truck, sharpshooting the buggers in the trees until they fell out with a nasty thud-crunch onto the spikes and bear traps that the WDF had thrown out under the trees.
"If you hum one more bar of that song I'm putting a bullet between your eyes, Artie." Ireland grumbled, hang over still much worse than England's. Had she continued drinking after him? It didn't seem too implausible. His sister, he was reluctant to admit, had a much higher alcohol tolerance than him.
"I can't help it, the ring tone got it stuck in my head." he replied, hitting the swinging foot of a careless soldier who'd slipped ever so slightly, making him yelp and fall out of the tree. Thud-crunch.
"Then change the feckin' ringtone." Thud-crunch-thud-crunch. Seemed like one of the people Ireland had shot had pulled a friend out of the tree with him. The red head shot him in the back as he tried to run away.
"Too late now, it's in my head." England ducked back under the shelter of the vehicle as a bullet buried itself in the ground next to his hand. Close call. Wales skidded on his stomach through the mud to join them under the truck.
"Afternoon Darren." England greeted absently. "How goes with Austria and company?"
Wales shook mud out of his hair. "Just peachy. The tanks have cleared the ahead, if we just finish off the pests in the trees then we're rolling ever onwards."
"Sweet." Ireland grinned, picking a rock out of the loose soil and tossing it in her hand for a moment. "How's the target destination?"
"Repressing riots again, command tried to flee East but there's a problem in that China's not backing them any more, and the Middle East is just as much an enemy as a friend." Both brothers watched their older sister fling the rock into the trees, eliciting a loud yelp and a curse as someone fell off their branch, clutching their face, only to be shot at before they even reached the ground below. Thud-crunch. "And the rail workers are on strike and don't care what's happening anymore. Basically the whole thing's falling to bits. I wonder how Russia's taking it?"
"Dunno, we can ask him when we get there though."
---
India rubbed at her eyes and leaned back in the chair. Thank god the Asian conference had more comfortable seating than the WDF meeting. The soft red chairs, nicely decorated room and smooth round table were probably the most expensive thing that Chi- Li Shui owned right now, however, with the horrific plunge the economy took finally revealed to the world.
'Yao, you idiot.' she thought to herself, watching as Macau flipped out his DS3dLite and started tapping away at it. 'You stubborn, stupid, overworked idiot.'
The arrival of the Korea twins didn't need much more of an announcement than South practically kicking the doors in with a great grin, dragging his sister by the hand. She didn't look best pleased to be touching him, but didn't move away either. Maybe she realised the futility in the action. They both pulled up two seats South Korea immediately peering at Macau's game and suggesting various cheats, which the younger Nation input without question. North rolled her eyes and rested her elbow on the table.
Next through the door came Vietnam, looking very composed and neat in her formal but traditional clothing, though her face was blank. She sat to the right of India, but after giving her a nod of greeting, began staring at Macau like she could cause him to combust with only brain power.
Mongolia slipped through the door so quietly that very few noticed him, though Macau looked up from his game long enough to grin, predatory, at him. He sat to the right of Vietnam, getting out his papers and shuffling them quietly. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week, his short but usually tidy hair out of place and glasses slipping down his nose. He was a quiet person in the first place until you got him on a horse or made him angry, but this tiredness seemed to be different.
Japan, by contrast, looked so wide awake and jittery when he walked in, that India wondered if he'd been force fed one of America's energy drinks. He also had dark circles under his eyes, so maybe he'd bypassed tiredness and hit hyperactivity again. She tapped him as he went past. He jumped.
"Are you alright?"
"H-hai." he stammered, then shook his head. "Ano, I mean, it's just the sudden rush of supplies back to my land now the blockade is gone. It's like a sugar rush. Excuse me." He continued to fidget as he sat in his seat to the right of Mongolia.
The seven of them sat where they were for nearly ten minutes before Vietnam interrupted the Koreas, who had now taken Macau's game and were arguing strategy as to how to play it, with an irritated sigh. "So where is he, then?"
Macau put on his best innocent face, as if the room didn't know his true nature. "Where's who?"
"China, you idiot."
"Sis, I hate to break this to you, but-"
Vietnam snapped at him. "The New China! I didn't fly all this way just to beat around the bush. We all know it's not you." The city port looked slightly offended when she jabbed a finger in his direction, pouting.
"Hey, don't yell at me. He's in the bathroom, Taiwan's fixing his clothes again." he shook his head in a resigned way. A confused look passed around the others.
"Did he trip?" asked Yong Soo. Chun Hei rolled her eyes.
"Course he didn't trip, he climbs trees like a monkey and can carry eighteen bowls of rice at once." she muttered grumpily. Her twin pouted at her, but said nothing.
"He's- oh wait, there he is." Macau gestured to the doorway, and heads turned.
"Sugoi..." Japan marveled.
Hong Kong seemed to have shot up several inches overnight. Which is because he had. Being an older teen before, he nearly looked like an adult now, features becoming even more defined, slightly sharper than China's were. He was definitely taller as well, half a head taller than Taiwan next to him despite her high heels, when they'd been nearly the same height before. His hair had grown too, long bangs that usually hung in his face pulled back into a pony tail. He'd obviously borrowed one of his sister's hairbands, since it was pink. Taiwan appeared to have been lengthening his trousers, letting down the hems.
Despite all this, it was still him. The eyebrows proved it.
"So that was what the gold thread was for earlier." mused Macau as everyone else gaped. "Cut cut the thread and unpick it easily for longer clothes. Nice."
Li Shui ignored him, walking round the table until he reached the seat next to Macau, Taiwan taking the last seat between him and Japan.
"Well, shall we get this over with, then?" said New China.
Notes:
- This whole "hide in the trees and shoot the fuck out of the buggers" thing would have worked if it weren't for those meddling tanks. Instead, it becomes a war story to write home about. Every war has one, you know, the ones with stupid strategies and impossible odds.
- Japan can get supplies from the west again! He can go fishing! Food! Huzzah! Only now he's gotten so used to not having food he's got a rush. Poor guy
- He also says "sugoi", meaning "amazing". I'll be shocked if you're an anime fan and you didn't know that, the amount people in these shows say it. orz
- Growth spurt! Hong Kong's shot up!
Part 73