Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 7
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February 9 2011, 08:38:46 UTC
“You two…lord you have no idea how worried…” England cut himself off and wrapped his arms around the twins, his shoulders wilting in relief. “Just…don’t ever worry me like that again.”
Russia stood outside of the group of hugging nations and unloaded the wagons. Germany and Prussia came up to him and helped unload the food stuffs and other supplies inside. Prussia unhooked the horses from the wagon and walked them around the empty, insulated storage shed by the back of the house to prepare bedding, food and water for the animals.
“I told you I would bring them back, did I not?” France smiled down at the island nation, eyes softening.
England frowned and turned away, pink dusting his cheeks. “Yes…you did.” He glanced over the North America twins once more. “Not bad for a frog. I could’ve done a far better job, I assure you.”
“Oh, is that so?” France challenged.
“It is a fact!” England threw back. “First, I wouldn’t have taken so bloody long to get here!”
“Oh what is that Aesop saying…ah- ‘slow and steady wins the race’…right?”
America and Canada left the two dueling nations in a hurry and followed Russia and Germany inside. Nevada helped sort through the weapons while Germany put them into boxes and set them in an office-turned-weapons-stockpile. Russia set the ammos boxes for the water-cooled machine gun beside the bag of empty brass shells.
The back door slammed shut as Prussia entered the house from the back. “Horses are put away, but we’ll have to find a bigger area for them. They’re squeezed in tight-”
A series of electronic beeps pierced the air. All voices and discussion went silent.
“What was that?” Canada asked, eyes wide with confusion. “It almost sounded like a phone.”
“It is the radio Tony left with us.” Germany answered, crossing the room to the table where it sat on. “This is the first time he has called since you three landed.” He picked up the head set and clicked it on, making sure the settings were on speaker for everyone to hear. “Yes, Tony? You are on speaker.”
“Can I speak to Alfred?”
America stared at the radio in surprise. Germany stuttered a moment, also surprised at how Tony knew America was there in the house, and pulled the headset off. Turning, he held it out for America, an eyebrow raised in question. America took it and fitted it to his head.
“Hey Tony!” America exclaimed, smiling. “How is everything up there?”
“Everything that was small enough to burn up in your atmosphere is already gone. The bigger chunks are being herded into a package that will crash-land into Jupiter’s atmosphere.” Tony reassured. “Other than that… everything up here is done.”
“Great! So when can Nevada and I expect you back?” America asked, hope filling his voice. “It’d be great if you gave us - and Mattie - a lift back home.”
France and England finally entered the room, curiosity getting the better of them.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” America turned indignant. “It’d suck to have to sail across the Atlantic again, ya know?” America insisted. “I mean…it was nice but, flying is so much better.”
“Alfred-”
“Come on tony, it’d take you what, 30 minutes?” America fiddled with the mike, drawing it closer to his mouth. “Maybe a little more cause we’d have to stop for Mattie, but still! It’d be so much faster! We’d get there and get right back to work to fight against the aliens. You could help me fix the weapons we have and-”
“Can you just shut up for a second?” Tony snapped, growing impatient. “I need to tell you something.”
“…Okay?” America hesitated, confusion filling him. “What is it?”
Silence flooded the connection. America waiting, shifting from one foot to the next before he finally sat down.
“Tony.” America called, face narrowing in worry. “What’s wrong? Is it the aliens?” Horror filled him as various scenarios entered his mind. “Are there more of them?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s…” Tony sighed long and hard. “I should’ve told you a long time ago.”
Russia stood outside of the group of hugging nations and unloaded the wagons. Germany and Prussia came up to him and helped unload the food stuffs and other supplies inside. Prussia unhooked the horses from the wagon and walked them around the empty, insulated storage shed by the back of the house to prepare bedding, food and water for the animals.
“I told you I would bring them back, did I not?” France smiled down at the island nation, eyes softening.
England frowned and turned away, pink dusting his cheeks. “Yes…you did.” He glanced over the North America twins once more. “Not bad for a frog. I could’ve done a far better job, I assure you.”
“Oh, is that so?” France challenged.
“It is a fact!” England threw back. “First, I wouldn’t have taken so bloody long to get here!”
“Oh what is that Aesop saying…ah- ‘slow and steady wins the race’…right?”
America and Canada left the two dueling nations in a hurry and followed Russia and Germany inside. Nevada helped sort through the weapons while Germany put them into boxes and set them in an office-turned-weapons-stockpile. Russia set the ammos boxes for the water-cooled machine gun beside the bag of empty brass shells.
The back door slammed shut as Prussia entered the house from the back. “Horses are put away, but we’ll have to find a bigger area for them. They’re squeezed in tight-”
A series of electronic beeps pierced the air. All voices and discussion went silent.
“What was that?” Canada asked, eyes wide with confusion. “It almost sounded like a phone.”
“It is the radio Tony left with us.” Germany answered, crossing the room to the table where it sat on. “This is the first time he has called since you three landed.” He picked up the head set and clicked it on, making sure the settings were on speaker for everyone to hear. “Yes, Tony? You are on speaker.”
“Can I speak to Alfred?”
America stared at the radio in surprise. Germany stuttered a moment, also surprised at how Tony knew America was there in the house, and pulled the headset off. Turning, he held it out for America, an eyebrow raised in question. America took it and fitted it to his head.
“Hey Tony!” America exclaimed, smiling. “How is everything up there?”
“Everything that was small enough to burn up in your atmosphere is already gone. The bigger chunks are being herded into a package that will crash-land into Jupiter’s atmosphere.” Tony reassured. “Other than that… everything up here is done.”
“Great! So when can Nevada and I expect you back?” America asked, hope filling his voice. “It’d be great if you gave us - and Mattie - a lift back home.”
France and England finally entered the room, curiosity getting the better of them.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” America turned indignant. “It’d suck to have to sail across the Atlantic again, ya know?” America insisted. “I mean…it was nice but, flying is so much better.”
“Alfred-”
“Come on tony, it’d take you what, 30 minutes?” America fiddled with the mike, drawing it closer to his mouth. “Maybe a little more cause we’d have to stop for Mattie, but still! It’d be so much faster! We’d get there and get right back to work to fight against the aliens. You could help me fix the weapons we have and-”
“Can you just shut up for a second?” Tony snapped, growing impatient. “I need to tell you something.”
“…Okay?” America hesitated, confusion filling him. “What is it?”
Silence flooded the connection. America waiting, shifting from one foot to the next before he finally sat down.
“Tony.” America called, face narrowing in worry. “What’s wrong? Is it the aliens?” Horror filled him as various scenarios entered his mind. “Are there more of them?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s…” Tony sighed long and hard. “I should’ve told you a long time ago.”
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