And So Begins the Game

[lastmodstanding]

Who: EVERYONE
When: Day 1, morning
Where: Wouldn't you like to know?
Summary: It's the start of the game, all Participants get to find out wtf is happening. Sort of.

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[x_prusija_x]

The chill in the air made the hair on his body prickle and his skin bump. Why was it so cold? The East German curled to himself a little more. Slowly he awoke to an almost familiar grey wall. Sighing softly to himself he got up for another day of paroling the Berlin wall, or was it time to go to the shop? What day was it? Slowly sitting up, he ran a hand back through clean but messy hair of a hue like the pale morning light on a white wall of a country cottage. He muttered a few curses in German about filthy fucking slave driving Russians. But wait- no that wasn't right. It had been at least 10 years since then hadn't it? He was back with his brother, he was supposed to be in bed, his warm comforting bed curled up under thick sheets with the Prussian flag design on them. What the hell was this!? With a small snarl he felt up the object around his neck. A collar? What had happened in the course of a night!? This couldn't be allowed by the EU, nor would his brother EVER willingly allow him to slip back into Russian hands. Kidnapping?

[lepetitarchipel]

The strange woman's words were in Seychelles' brain, swirling and mixing and meaning nothing. This wasn't right. This--didn't make any sense! Why would--get used to it? Get used to it? How could she fight her neighbors like that? How could she even think about killing them?!

And, but--she glanced at Prussia, reluctant but sure, and Denmark, huge and smirking and--what if she couldn't?

In nowhere near the proper state of mind to contain her fear, she jumped as a shadow fell over her, cowering for a bare moment or two before noticing just how familiar the shape beside her was. Instinctively, she grimaced, taking a step (small as it was) to the side, away from him.

"I, I don't need your help, you know," she said, lips pouted beneath damp eyes, and as she did with the strange woman, tried to look as imposing as possible.

[regnumbreton]

"I didn't ask if you did....regardless of any past...well. I'm helping you if I ever have the chance to. Not...for your sake or anything special- just...just because it is my duty. As a gentleman."

England mumbled faintly. He did not move to reclaim the space she had placed between them but did not step away. He stood his ground his brows furrowed as he sorted through his own private thoughts. Possibly thinking upon the same things Seychelles was. He wanted to believe that she could take care of herself...but, he could not bring himself to let her go alone.

[lepetitarchipel]

"Hmph! You're not a gentleman and you know it!" she spat, folding thin arms together and holding them tight to her chest. The space around her, full of all these weird nations she barely knew--where was France? Italy?--felt like a chill at her back.

It was merely instinct that made her inch back toward England, and only the smallest, barely noticeable bit, at that.

She paused, tilted her head, glared. "Any past what? What? And why are you looking at me like that, huh?"

[regnumbreton]

England trailed off, making a small sound as he gathered his words, "Past...agreements. Or disagreements. With France...that results in your changing between our hands. I wanted you to know my intentions thus far are benevolent and in your....interest!"

He focused on the floor, on his boots, not looking at Seychelles as color rose a bit on his cheeks. Normally, normally he would have been Imperialistic. Normally this would have been his chance to rebuild an empire...but those old tastes were gone. Age had made them faint on his tongue and less savory as they once were.

[lepetitarchipel]

"...Hey," she said, righteous indignation slipping slightly from her voice as she ducked down, trying to get a better look at his face.

"What do you mean, my interest? It's always in your interest, Eyebrows! And...why is your face red? Wh-what're you doing?"

[regnumbreton]

England tensed and turned his face away!
"I-I AM SAYING-......that I would like it if you allowed me to help you. When you need it. It's nothing- I'm not doing anything. I just..."

He scoffed to himself. Seychelles would hate him for thinking it, but she was fragile in his eyes. Something that needed to be guarded. She seemed so small...and to be thrown into this mess. He was a gentleman. He couldn't bring himself to not want to protect her even if she detested the act. The feeling had never come to him much before but it was paternal in a since. That of a protective "once-was" father even though France had given much more to the aid of the young nations growth.

[lepetitarchipel]

She didn't want to agree. She wanted to scoff, yell at him for being such a jerk and she could take care of herself just fine, thank you! She'd been just fine without him when she was little, and she was just fine now! She didn't need him, she never did!

That was what she wanted to tell him. But then there was those guards, and the nations around her, so much bigger and so much more experienced and--that collar. She touched it carefully. N-not again. And, and it wouldn't come off until, unless...

And as painful as it was, she edged closer, right into his shadow, grimacing in place of words.

[regnumbreton]

England sighed. He knew all too well that any alliance with him was out of necessity not choice. But...he very carefully stepped back and stood by her side. His shadow moving and trailing beside hers he...chewed his lip as he thought then finally mumbled,

"You...don't have to be strong..to stand on your own. You just...I don't know. But..I do not think of you as being lesser for accepting my help. I-I too..."He cast a look over to America and frowned. He was his friend, but it made him feel the same. Wanting to be able to depend on America if his own strength was not enough

[x_prusija_x]

"Really? I didn't know there was a difference between a Brit and a dancing French Monkey." The Prussian gave a rude laugh before thumbing to the Brit and staring at that lady. "Jerk's got a point though. Also, lady, unless your boss has a world of nukes, I doubt our bosses have agreed to this." He folded his arms. He didn't care to stand next to anyone, in fact he was perfectly fine alone!! However he did stop his badgering of the woman to look around for his bruder and Ita-chan. His fickle attention turned away from the woman. If this was going to be an all out battle where he could score land from other's, he wanted to know where his allies were... or rather... where his axis was.

[yndigt_land]

Complain, complain, complain. Denmark laid his arms heavily on Prussia's shoulders from behind, the slightly shorter nation providing just the right height. He laid his head on his arms to the side of Prussia's head, turning and looking at him.

"Only losers complain about playing the game!" He said mockingly, a smirk on his face as he felt the other slightly sway under his weight.

[regnumbreton]

"That's quite ol'right Prussia. I don't expect you to know the difference of most anything. You keep you're brains focused on doing grunt work, in a world like this if you have at least one talent you should hold unto to it."
His tone remained friendly and gentlemanly even though every single word dripped with venomous sarcasm and carefully under toned insults.

"As to only losers complaining about playing a game....I think you seriously underestimate this. What shall you do then if you are to kill Norway, Denmark?"

[yndigt_land]

He leaned a little harder on Prussia, looking at England over the other nation's head.

"What if? Hmph; well, nobody will be killing Norway unless it is me, so I guess if worst came to worst. . ." He thought a moment. Sure, he could kill Norway. Iceland too. It was far better that he should do it than any other nation. And it wasn't as though they would be gone forever. He would be benevolent; he'd always been benevolent!

[x_prusija_x]

Gilbert would have been all over the Brit, fists first into that stupid fuzzy face but he was currently being used as a leaning post. Years of hanging out with France and this sort of behavior didn't phase him. He held still, looking up at the freeloader on top of him. OH! It was just THAT FREE-LOADER-ON-TOP-OF-HIM. He frowned.

"What that dog faced moron doesn't grasp is that I was complaining on his behalf so that we wouldn't have to fight each other. I already know inevitably I'd win. What fuzzy brows FAILS TO REALIZE!!! Is that my talent is WAR. Hahahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! But whatever, if he wants to go head into this game, then he'll be dying by my hands." He snapped at England, even putting his hands on his hips pompously despite there being a Dane on him, looking quite awkward during those laughs. "Hey you." He addressed Denmark, "I'll set you up so you can kill that jerk Norway, if you help me kill this buck tooth plague coddling idiot." He pointed to Arthur before holding his hand up for Denmark...

[regnumbreton]

"Well...we are at an understand there. If I were to die I'd rather it be by the hand of someone whom I was...closer to. Then an enemy. The same in reverse

[x_prusija_x]

"BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. Every time you open your mouth that's all I hear come out. Like I'd let you die by any hand but my own. It's also a shame you can't endure either." He gave a crude smirk. "What you don't understand is that there is a difference between defensive and passive. What you're going to do is sit around like a duck in a pond until I come to shoot you down. So wait.. endure... like you did last time." Snickers and rolls his eyes. "Don't worry, when you're serving me I'll take the time to improve your food culture."