Re: My Dark Heart (3.8/?)
anonymous
October 3 2009, 19:23:19 UTC
She said thank you
America lay on his bunk staring at the fan. The ceremony was over, as was the nationwide celebration. Right now the people of the now official Republic of Taiwan slept. America had partied hard and toasted every little thing you could toast with Taiwan and the other nations who had stayed for the festivities. Thankfully he never had to face China, who had left immediately after the treaty was signed. Everyone had been in a good mood. No politics had been discussed, no military or trade issues had been brought up, and everyone had been having a good time. No one had come up to him and ragged on him for something or another. No one had accused him of interfering in others affairs or accused him of being the ‘World’s Policeman.’
She said thank you.
And Taiwan had said thank you. She appreciated him. She was happy he had done something for her. How long had it been since that had happened? A decade?
America turned on his side. His brow furrowed in confused thought. Someone was grateful towards him. He was liked. People who like you try to cooperate with you, right? But what America was about to do would definitely make Taiwan dislike him. Why would he risk that? He had something good right here; shouldn’t he stop while he was ahead?
Gratitude only lasts for so long though.
America rolled over to his other side. Sure she might be happy with him now, but how long would that last? When the economy went south she’d blame him. While he strained his budget on the military to protect her she would start accusing him of encroaching on her soil. If he back-peddled on that though she’d say he was neglecting his treaty obligations. If he opened up one too many McDonald’s she’d bitch at him for cultural imperialism!
He got up and walked to the window, looking out into the dark ocean. In the end, they would go their separate ways. Taiwan would say she did not need or want him anymore. He would protest but honor her wishes. Then she would be by herself, defenseless. China would roll right over her, make her one with him again. Everything America worked for would have been for nothing.
“I’m not going to let that happen.”
America went to the phone on his desk and connected himself to the bridge.
“Admiral, give the order. Execute the first Operation.”
**************
At first Taiwan thought maybe she had drank more than she should have. But as she tossed and turned in her bed, the female nation realized the uneasiness she felt was not her stomach. Connected to the island's inhabitants, Taiwan felt what they felt. Right now she felt confused and nervous.
Taiwan rolled out of bed, her pink nightgown swooshing about her knees. To the kitchen she went, pulling a cup from the cupboard and filling it with water from the sink. She drank it all in several gulps and then sat at the table while she sorted out her thoughts.
What’s going on? Why do I feel so uncomfortable? Taiwan rubbed her brow, trying to think of what could be happening so soon after such a good time. At last she decided it was time to call her boss. She went to the phone and dialed in his number. No answer. No, actually, there was no sound. Taiwan looked around, checking the cords. Everything was in place, she found. The line was just dead. Feeling even more uneasy now, Taiwan hurried back to her room and grabbed her cell phone. She punched in her bosses number again and but instead of silence she was rewarded with static.
Just then the sound of helicopters roared overhead. Lots of them and lots of them flying dangerously low judging by the sound.
Something else. Taiwan rushed to a window and watched in shock as a line of humvees and tanks rolled down the street.
Now Taiwan knew something was wrong. Without even a coat she ran to the front door, intending to go herself to see the president.
She didn’t expect to find a grim faced America waiting for her the second she opened the door.
“America!” she gasped. “You have to help me! There's -”
Her words were cut short by the gun being pressed to her forehead.
“Be quiet, Taiwan” America said coldly. “If you value your people’s lives then put your hands behind your head and do exactly what I say. This island now belongs to me.”
I don't think I can say much more other than amazing <3 The set-up is just perfect, really intriguing and I'm so impressed by how you've managed to keep America in-character despite his actions.
America lay on his bunk staring at the fan. The ceremony was over, as was the nationwide celebration. Right now the people of the now official Republic of Taiwan slept. America had partied hard and toasted every little thing you could toast with Taiwan and the other nations who had stayed for the festivities. Thankfully he never had to face China, who had left immediately after the treaty was signed. Everyone had been in a good mood. No politics had been discussed, no military or trade issues had been brought up, and everyone had been having a good time. No one had come up to him and ragged on him for something or another. No one had accused him of interfering in others affairs or accused him of being the ‘World’s Policeman.’
She said thank you.
And Taiwan had said thank you. She appreciated him. She was happy he had done something for her. How long had it been since that had happened? A decade?
America turned on his side. His brow furrowed in confused thought. Someone was grateful towards him. He was liked. People who like you try to cooperate with you, right? But what America was about to do would definitely make Taiwan dislike him. Why would he risk that? He had something good right here; shouldn’t he stop while he was ahead?
Gratitude only lasts for so long though.
America rolled over to his other side. Sure she might be happy with him now, but how long would that last? When the economy went south she’d blame him. While he strained his budget on the military to protect her she would start accusing him of encroaching on her soil. If he back-peddled on that though she’d say he was neglecting his treaty obligations. If he opened up one too many McDonald’s she’d bitch at him for cultural imperialism!
He got up and walked to the window, looking out into the dark ocean. In the end, they would go their separate ways. Taiwan would say she did not need or want him anymore. He would protest but honor her wishes. Then she would be by herself, defenseless. China would roll right over her, make her one with him again. Everything America worked for would have been for nothing.
“I’m not going to let that happen.”
America went to the phone on his desk and connected himself to the bridge.
“Admiral, give the order. Execute the first Operation.”
**************
At first Taiwan thought maybe she had drank more than she should have. But as she tossed and turned in her bed, the female nation realized the uneasiness she felt was not her stomach. Connected to the island's inhabitants, Taiwan felt what they felt. Right now she felt confused and nervous.
Taiwan rolled out of bed, her pink nightgown swooshing about her knees. To the kitchen she went, pulling a cup from the cupboard and filling it with water from the sink. She drank it all in several gulps and then sat at the table while she sorted out her thoughts.
What’s going on? Why do I feel so uncomfortable? Taiwan rubbed her brow, trying to think of what could be happening so soon after such a good time. At last she decided it was time to call her boss.
She went to the phone and dialed in his number. No answer. No, actually, there was no sound. Taiwan looked around, checking the cords. Everything was in place, she found. The line was just dead.
Feeling even more uneasy now, Taiwan hurried back to her room and grabbed her cell phone. She punched in her bosses number again and but instead of silence she was rewarded with static.
Just then the sound of helicopters roared overhead. Lots of them and lots of them flying dangerously low judging by the sound.
Something else. Taiwan rushed to a window and watched in shock as a line of humvees and tanks rolled down the street.
Now Taiwan knew something was wrong. Without even a coat she ran to the front door, intending to go herself to see the president.
She didn’t expect to find a grim faced America waiting for her the second she opened the door.
“America!” she gasped. “You have to help me! There's -”
Her words were cut short by the gun being pressed to her forehead.
“Be quiet, Taiwan” America said coldly. “If you value your people’s lives then put your hands behind your head and do exactly what I say. This island now belongs to me.”
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Gah, poor Taiwan :< Free for a few hours.
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