✤ sixteen; (it lights the blights and bruises)
[Netherlands barely makes it home. He's bleeding profusely from an axe wound from Denmark, and collapses in the doorway once he does, teeth grit together, breathing hard, blood falling in a steady drip, drip, drip from between his tensed fingers over the wound. After several minutes of rest, he drags himself to the phone in the living room
( Read more... )
BLOODCURDLING SCREAM ON THE OTHER END OF THAT PHONE LINE, NEDERLAND.
someone just got 'eaten'.]
Reply
Taiwan?!
Reply
BUT SILENCE
AND THE SOUNDS OF A KILLER RABBIT MUTANT CAT THING.]
Reply
Reply
and part of the phone line]
Reply
he looks out the window. and sees the fucking thing passing through his neighbor's window. and that neighbor? is not Poland.]
...
[HORROR. and now running- as fast as his wounds will let him- across the backyard, jumping any obstacles.]
Reply
HE'S SPIT UP WITH BLOOD ON THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR aren't you proud he was kicking and scratching even though it didn't do anything to it in the long run but now he's just going to kind of
lay there and not move at all. Fucking Hello Miffy.]
Reply
Aaaand then he goes into the living room. HELLO BLOOD and what the hell is that lying in that puddle of blood.] ...
Reply
HEY THAR LOOKIN' PRETTY DEAD only not really]
Reply
He crouches beside him, fearing the worst, almost afraid to touch him. Something so small can't be treated normally, can it?] ...Fuck. [He's not dead. He can't be.]
Reply
He learned a new trick: Get eaten, spit back up and croak.]
Reply
...Norway?
Reply
It's probably a good thing too, or else he'd be in agony right about now.]
Reply
He winds up holding Norway to his ear, trying to hear him breathe.]
Reply
better than breathing
because that gets a tiny whimper of protest.]
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment