Economic Crisis [5 part 2/?]
anonymous
July 18 2009, 02:11:48 UTC
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“What happened to England?” Germany gawked when he saw his brother walk out with a satisfied grin and his hands grasping Carter’s arm so hard that the appendage had nearly lost color.
“This bastard knocked him out. So, we go in there just in time to find England on the ground and his gun is right in front of this fucker. And he reaches for it, then, Alfred’s on him like a fat kid on cake, punching him and pushing him down to the ground. I thought that kid was helpless because of all this but…man, West, that was awesome.” Prussia finished, helping Russia push a stunned black-haired man into the back of Germany’s car.
The German shook his head and started walking into the house. “You two take him to the cell, alright? I’ll ride over there with Japan in a few minutes.”
After Gilbert got in the driver’s seat and started the ignition, Ludwig shut the door behind him and hurriedly walked toward the hallway.
On one side of the hall, Japan and France were hunched over England, mumbled mixture of English and French curses echoed down the hall.
On the other side, China had America propped against the wall and hold an icepack to his nose while the smaller man tended to his arm. Canada was wrapping his arms around the nation’s waist, basically crying into his shoulder.
“You are un idiot, Arthur. Mathieu told you not to come in by yourself. You could have been killed. Qu'aurions-nous fait si vous avez été tués, Arthur?” Francis frowned at the ring that was appearing around his friend’s eye.
“You’d all be a lot happier, you frog.” England laughed and whispered to Japan that he didn’t need any treatment. The Asian nodded and told Arthur that he was happy he was okay. The three stood and walked towards the American.
“You’re so stupid, aru. You should have told us something, instead of making us follow one of South Italy’s plans, aru.” Yao finished bandaging the blonde’s arm. “Done.”
Alfred’s eyes seemed to get a bit bigger. “Romano though this up? “ He laughed. “Remind me to thank him later.” After testing his arm out, America wrapped it around his brother and kissed the boy’s head.
“It’s alright, Matt. I’m right here.” At this, the Canadian looked up and pouted.
“We were all worried, Al.” He sniffed and wiped his eyes. When France saw, he quickly sat next to the blue-eyed boy and pulled him close.
“But we got rid of the problem, mon cher. Do not worry.” Francis smiled as Matthew leaned against him.
Alfred made to stand up, but was pushed back down by warm, calloused hands.
“You sit. Japan, Germany, China: you can leave. Please take ill for the rest of this mission and see to it that smaller or more traditional island or farm countries are put to working with Carter. You’ll be hit with something from the economy crisis very soon and I don’t want anything going wrong.
“Tell Russia to do the same, as well. I’ll stay here with everybody else.” England sat beside his former colony and turned his back on the other countries. “Thank you. And please shut the door on the way out.”
Japan helped his brother up and waited to leave until China dusted himself off. Germany began walking with them, reminding Kiku that they had to look over the cell first.
“It seems like this mission was a success.” Germany looked over toward the American and gave a small smile as he walked out with the two brothers.
And like always, you’re the hero, aren’t you?”
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Finally, I'm half way done bashing on my country! xD This chapter was a little too happy for my tastes but it had to be done. I can't kill Alfred's spirits forever. Can anybody guess the pairings for this fic? Go ahead, take a shot at it. Now, excuse me while I try to write a chapter of fluff, a chapter of boring shit, and three chapters of secksie times that I really need to ponder over.
“What happened to England?” Germany gawked when he saw his brother walk out with a satisfied grin and his hands grasping Carter’s arm so hard that the appendage had nearly lost color.
“This bastard knocked him out. So, we go in there just in time to find England on the ground and his gun is right in front of this fucker. And he reaches for it, then, Alfred’s on him like a fat kid on cake, punching him and pushing him down to the ground. I thought that kid was helpless because of all this but…man, West, that was awesome.” Prussia finished, helping Russia push a stunned black-haired man into the back of Germany’s car.
The German shook his head and started walking into the house. “You two take him to the cell, alright? I’ll ride over there with Japan in a few minutes.”
After Gilbert got in the driver’s seat and started the ignition, Ludwig shut the door behind him and hurriedly walked toward the hallway.
On one side of the hall, Japan and France were hunched over England, mumbled mixture of English and French curses echoed down the hall.
On the other side, China had America propped against the wall and hold an icepack to his nose while the smaller man tended to his arm. Canada was wrapping his arms around the nation’s waist, basically crying into his shoulder.
“You are un idiot, Arthur. Mathieu told you not to come in by yourself. You could have been killed. Qu'aurions-nous fait si vous avez été tués, Arthur?” Francis frowned at the ring that was appearing around his friend’s eye.
“You’d all be a lot happier, you frog.” England laughed and whispered to Japan that he didn’t need any treatment. The Asian nodded and told Arthur that he was happy he was okay. The three stood and walked towards the American.
“You’re so stupid, aru. You should have told us something, instead of making us follow one of South Italy’s plans, aru.” Yao finished bandaging the blonde’s arm. “Done.”
Alfred’s eyes seemed to get a bit bigger. “Romano though this up? “ He laughed. “Remind me to thank him later.” After testing his arm out, America wrapped it around his brother and kissed the boy’s head.
“It’s alright, Matt. I’m right here.” At this, the Canadian looked up and pouted.
“We were all worried, Al.” He sniffed and wiped his eyes. When France saw, he quickly sat next to the blue-eyed boy and pulled him close.
“But we got rid of the problem, mon cher. Do not worry.” Francis smiled as Matthew leaned against him.
Alfred made to stand up, but was pushed back down by warm, calloused hands.
“You sit. Japan, Germany, China: you can leave. Please take ill for the rest of this mission and see to it that smaller or more traditional island or farm countries are put to working with Carter. You’ll be hit with something from the economy crisis very soon and I don’t want anything going wrong.
“Tell Russia to do the same, as well. I’ll stay here with everybody else.” England sat beside his former colony and turned his back on the other countries. “Thank you. And please shut the door on the way out.”
Japan helped his brother up and waited to leave until China dusted himself off. Germany began walking with them, reminding Kiku that they had to look over the cell first.
“It seems like this mission was a success.” Germany looked over toward the American and gave a small smile as he walked out with the two brothers.
And like always, you’re the hero, aren’t you?”
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Finally, I'm half way done bashing on my country! xD
This chapter was a little too happy for my tastes but it had to be done. I can't kill Alfred's spirits forever.
Can anybody guess the pairings for this fic? Go ahead, take a shot at it.
Now, excuse me while I try to write a chapter of fluff, a chapter of boring shit, and three chapters of secksie times that I really need to ponder over.
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And thanks for having Alfred get his nerve back. Heeeroo!
HAHA! Put 'im ta work in some third world country!
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And again, I'm glad everyone went Alanis Morissette on the economy! mucho luv!
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WAAHHH! I love FRancis when he's worrisome for England!
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