Family Ties [Part 23]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): France, Scotland, China, America, Canada, Mexico, England, Wales, Ireland.
Rating: 15
Warnings: French swears that I researched off the internet. >> Fixed thanks to lai_choi_san!
Summary: Uh, I need to be banned from the kink meme or monsters like this happen? Essentially, Scotland leaves the UK, which gives Northern Ireland an excuse to up and out as well, which leaves England and Wales all alone. Oh yeah, and this somehow leads to World War Three.
The world was dark. The floor was cold. His hands and feet were bound, and this situation was much more familiar than it had any right to be.
His mouth was free, though his tongue felt swollen. He tried for a groan.
"Francis? Ye awake?"
He groaned again, something like a confirmation.
"Geez, it's taken ye long enough."
"Dark..." he mumbled, head pounding in a dull rhythm.
"It might help if you opened your eyes."
Ah. Blue eyes blinked open, taking in the scene. He was on his side, in a dimly lit concrete room, tied up. There was one steel door, and one high window. It appeared to be either daybreak or nightfall. Scotland was similarly tied up, though he had managed to push himself up to lean against the wall. An angry red mark circled his neck, lingering unusually long. The red head caught him looking and shrugged.
"They couldn't knock me out. Broke my neck and cut my throat instead, the bastards."
A similar scar on France's neck ached in sympathy. "What's going on?"
Scotland shifted uncomfortably against his restraints. "Well, they pumped ye full of sedative and ye've been out for about a day or so longer than me." he explained. "It's some time in the evening now, but I don't know what day it is. Some random soldier kicked some food into the room earlier and untied me, but watched closely when I was eating, had a gun. I think I freaked him out." How someone could still grin in a situation like this, France didn't know. "Cracked my neck back into place, he went all green."
"Well at least you're enjoying yourself." France grumbled, slowly struggling into a sitting position.
Scotland snorted. "Not the first time I've been locked up. Artie's much less inclined tae feed prisoners too."
"Angleterre is one thing, Russia is quite another."
The heavy metal door clanged three times as someone knocked. The two Nations shot each other a look, before watching the door swing open. France's eyebrows shot up into his hairline, and Scotland's jaw dropped open.
"Nimen hao." greeted China. He wasn't smiling. If anything, he looked politely bored. France took a few moments to find the words.
"Yao, why on earth are you here?"
China tilted his head slightly. "Is there a particular reason why I shouldn't be, aru? Russia and I have peaceful relations."
"No, but-"
"He means what are ye doing here." Scotland frowned, leaning forward off the wall. "Planning to get information out of us? We ain't got nothin' to tell ye."
"Oh no, there's no need for that. We've had you bugged for quite some time now." China smiled patiently. "I've just come to ask whether you're willing to co-operate with the NWO still, or if you insist on rebelling."
"Depends on if you're going to keep those puppet governments around." France said lowly, twisting his hands in his restraints. The rope burned his writs.
"That is non-negotiable, aru."
Scotland spat. "Ye can take yer puppet government and stick it up yer arse." He glared poisonously, green eyes wild. China's eyes narrowed in return.
"You've always been too much like your brother for me to like you, aru." He turned to France. "And you?"
The Frenchman appeared thoughtful for a moment. "Va te faire enculer." he concluded.
"He means 'fuck you'." Translated Scotland with a smirk. China sighed wearily.
"What a disappointment, aru." he shifted his hand out of his long sleaves, waving two large, muscled soldiers in. "We did not want to do this, but if you insist..." Dark hair swayed as he shook his head and turned on his heel. The soldiers cut the ropes on France and Scotland's feet, hefting them up by the arm and dragging them down the hallway. Scotland not-so accidentally stomped on his 'bodyguard's' foot as he swayed from the head-rush.
"Sorry lad." he shot him a feral grin. Francis sighed internally. For a man used to being a captive, he wasn't very good at it.
"Where are you taking us?" France asked, short of a demand. China didn't even glance back.
"To fix you, aru."
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"Gaaaaah!" America grabbed the sides of his head in frustration. "What the hell Russia, can't you just pick a spot to attack and leave it there?!"
"He's not exactly trying to make this easy for us, Al." Canada said softly, grooming Kumajiro. His southern brother jabbed a finger at the map accusingly, poking the battle site and front lines in Finland.
"We have big trouble here, the Middle East has gone to shit, all of England's spies have been somehow found and chucked out of Scotland and France, Japan's funds have suddenly dipped for reasons unknown, and THE COFFEE MACHINE IS STILL BROKEN!" America yelled, very nearly stomping his foot. Wales removed his hands from his ears and wondered at how Alfred had managed to inherit everything bad from the British settlers; from Ireland's shouting pitch to Scotland's tendency to deep fry everything considered edible and some things not.
"On the up side, Egypt's made his mind up." María added, unaffected by the volume of Alfred's voice. "So now we have him to thank for backing up Israel so we could sort out up north."
"Yes, but Afghanistan's got pressure on her to pick a side from all her neighbours." England chimed in. "Pakistan and India are financially supporting us, but the rest of the Middle East are with the NWO or at least supporting them. Maya says she doesn't like the way they're... looming either."
"Australia's ready and willing to back India and those folks up should Russia try anything." America assured, poking at the southern hemisphere. "New Zealand is probably in by default."
Ireland finished an extremely animated conversation in Irish with her Boss on the phone, snapping it shut. "I am getting sick and tired of this information blocking thing Russia's so fond of. My reception is crap." she grumbled.
Wales rose from his chair, tapping Scandinavia pointedly. "Back to the original issue. How many are we sending to help Finland?"
"Since my forces," England started, then caught Wales' raised eyebrow. "sorry, our forces are closer to the battle site right now, it would be wise to mobilise them first, with some others as backup."
Canada raised his hand. "My men are used to snow and blizzards. I'll match your numbers." he smiled, and England nodded back.
"The hero doesn't do back up!" Alfred puffed out his chest. "I'll keep my boys in the desert; they're used to it and all. Maybe send a few stealth squads with you though. You know, for protection."
"Uhuh." Ireland said in a disbelieving tone, giving America an unidentifiable look. He completely missed any significance in it and stared blankly back. "Well, can't trust Artie to do this alone, so I suppose my pilots can fly you in as well as fight them from the sky. I heard he has fighter jets. New ones." Rather than worried by this news, Aine seemed rather more excited, grinning and drumming her fingers together in what Wales assumed was a Mr Burns impression.
England subtly shifted away from his sister. "Righto, we're good to go. Call that information in to the Bosses."
"Say it." America suddenly insisted. England gave him a confused look, which then morphed into annoyance.
"No, that is so utterly stereotypical that I refuse to do it. It's also out of date."
America pouted. "Iggy, we're personified countries, we have to be a little stereotypical sometimes!" he poked him. "Go oooooon~! I'll let you feed me scones!"
Ireland, Mexico and Canada all gave him a look like he was suddenly suicidal and needed to be restrained. Wales quirked an eyebrow, but failed to care. Nothing wrong with scones.
England, however, had gone a bit pink-cheeked. He hunched his shoulders sulkily. "Tally ho."
"Hmm? I can't hear you! I won't eat them unless you-"
"Tally ho then chaps, let's give those bastards a proper thrashing, wot wot!" England almost yelled, straight backed and at attention. Ireland smothered giggles behind her hand. Mexico didn't bother.
Alfred was grinning. "That's the spirit!"
Notes:
- Old English prisons weren't nice. Or humane. I imagine it was a while before Scotland was allowed out of one.
- "A similar scar on France's neck": The French Revolution. People, I am not explaining this one. Just note that while Scotland heals fast, that does not mean the other Nations are not able to recover from supposedly lethal things. Such as, say, decapitation by guillotine.
- Ni hao, if I remember correctly, is "hello" in Mandarin. /obvious Since it's plural, it's actually Nimen hao. Fixed thanks to tuulensisko!
- "Too much like your brother": For more information see Opium Wars. As for being like his brother, he means in appearance, especially the eyes. They have the same colour eyes, and is it just me, or does Asia place a lot of importance on eyes?
- Scotland's translation of "Va te faire enculer" is now correct, thanks to lai_choi_san!
- More on Japan later. Watch this space.
Part 24
Characters (in this chapter): France, Scotland, China, America, Canada, Mexico, England, Wales, Ireland.
Rating: 15
Warnings: French swears that I researched off the internet. >> Fixed thanks to lai_choi_san!
Summary: Uh, I need to be banned from the kink meme or monsters like this happen? Essentially, Scotland leaves the UK, which gives Northern Ireland an excuse to up and out as well, which leaves England and Wales all alone. Oh yeah, and this somehow leads to World War Three.
The world was dark. The floor was cold. His hands and feet were bound, and this situation was much more familiar than it had any right to be.
His mouth was free, though his tongue felt swollen. He tried for a groan.
"Francis? Ye awake?"
He groaned again, something like a confirmation.
"Geez, it's taken ye long enough."
"Dark..." he mumbled, head pounding in a dull rhythm.
"It might help if you opened your eyes."
Ah. Blue eyes blinked open, taking in the scene. He was on his side, in a dimly lit concrete room, tied up. There was one steel door, and one high window. It appeared to be either daybreak or nightfall. Scotland was similarly tied up, though he had managed to push himself up to lean against the wall. An angry red mark circled his neck, lingering unusually long. The red head caught him looking and shrugged.
"They couldn't knock me out. Broke my neck and cut my throat instead, the bastards."
A similar scar on France's neck ached in sympathy. "What's going on?"
Scotland shifted uncomfortably against his restraints. "Well, they pumped ye full of sedative and ye've been out for about a day or so longer than me." he explained. "It's some time in the evening now, but I don't know what day it is. Some random soldier kicked some food into the room earlier and untied me, but watched closely when I was eating, had a gun. I think I freaked him out." How someone could still grin in a situation like this, France didn't know. "Cracked my neck back into place, he went all green."
"Well at least you're enjoying yourself." France grumbled, slowly struggling into a sitting position.
Scotland snorted. "Not the first time I've been locked up. Artie's much less inclined tae feed prisoners too."
"Angleterre is one thing, Russia is quite another."
The heavy metal door clanged three times as someone knocked. The two Nations shot each other a look, before watching the door swing open. France's eyebrows shot up into his hairline, and Scotland's jaw dropped open.
"Nimen hao." greeted China. He wasn't smiling. If anything, he looked politely bored. France took a few moments to find the words.
"Yao, why on earth are you here?"
China tilted his head slightly. "Is there a particular reason why I shouldn't be, aru? Russia and I have peaceful relations."
"No, but-"
"He means what are ye doing here." Scotland frowned, leaning forward off the wall. "Planning to get information out of us? We ain't got nothin' to tell ye."
"Oh no, there's no need for that. We've had you bugged for quite some time now." China smiled patiently. "I've just come to ask whether you're willing to co-operate with the NWO still, or if you insist on rebelling."
"Depends on if you're going to keep those puppet governments around." France said lowly, twisting his hands in his restraints. The rope burned his writs.
"That is non-negotiable, aru."
Scotland spat. "Ye can take yer puppet government and stick it up yer arse." He glared poisonously, green eyes wild. China's eyes narrowed in return.
"You've always been too much like your brother for me to like you, aru." He turned to France. "And you?"
The Frenchman appeared thoughtful for a moment. "Va te faire enculer." he concluded.
"He means 'fuck you'." Translated Scotland with a smirk. China sighed wearily.
"What a disappointment, aru." he shifted his hand out of his long sleaves, waving two large, muscled soldiers in. "We did not want to do this, but if you insist..." Dark hair swayed as he shook his head and turned on his heel. The soldiers cut the ropes on France and Scotland's feet, hefting them up by the arm and dragging them down the hallway. Scotland not-so accidentally stomped on his 'bodyguard's' foot as he swayed from the head-rush.
"Sorry lad." he shot him a feral grin. Francis sighed internally. For a man used to being a captive, he wasn't very good at it.
"Where are you taking us?" France asked, short of a demand. China didn't even glance back.
"To fix you, aru."
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"Gaaaaah!" America grabbed the sides of his head in frustration. "What the hell Russia, can't you just pick a spot to attack and leave it there?!"
"He's not exactly trying to make this easy for us, Al." Canada said softly, grooming Kumajiro. His southern brother jabbed a finger at the map accusingly, poking the battle site and front lines in Finland.
"We have big trouble here, the Middle East has gone to shit, all of England's spies have been somehow found and chucked out of Scotland and France, Japan's funds have suddenly dipped for reasons unknown, and THE COFFEE MACHINE IS STILL BROKEN!" America yelled, very nearly stomping his foot. Wales removed his hands from his ears and wondered at how Alfred had managed to inherit everything bad from the British settlers; from Ireland's shouting pitch to Scotland's tendency to deep fry everything considered edible and some things not.
"On the up side, Egypt's made his mind up." María added, unaffected by the volume of Alfred's voice. "So now we have him to thank for backing up Israel so we could sort out up north."
"Yes, but Afghanistan's got pressure on her to pick a side from all her neighbours." England chimed in. "Pakistan and India are financially supporting us, but the rest of the Middle East are with the NWO or at least supporting them. Maya says she doesn't like the way they're... looming either."
"Australia's ready and willing to back India and those folks up should Russia try anything." America assured, poking at the southern hemisphere. "New Zealand is probably in by default."
Ireland finished an extremely animated conversation in Irish with her Boss on the phone, snapping it shut. "I am getting sick and tired of this information blocking thing Russia's so fond of. My reception is crap." she grumbled.
Wales rose from his chair, tapping Scandinavia pointedly. "Back to the original issue. How many are we sending to help Finland?"
"Since my forces," England started, then caught Wales' raised eyebrow. "sorry, our forces are closer to the battle site right now, it would be wise to mobilise them first, with some others as backup."
Canada raised his hand. "My men are used to snow and blizzards. I'll match your numbers." he smiled, and England nodded back.
"The hero doesn't do back up!" Alfred puffed out his chest. "I'll keep my boys in the desert; they're used to it and all. Maybe send a few stealth squads with you though. You know, for protection."
"Uhuh." Ireland said in a disbelieving tone, giving America an unidentifiable look. He completely missed any significance in it and stared blankly back. "Well, can't trust Artie to do this alone, so I suppose my pilots can fly you in as well as fight them from the sky. I heard he has fighter jets. New ones." Rather than worried by this news, Aine seemed rather more excited, grinning and drumming her fingers together in what Wales assumed was a Mr Burns impression.
England subtly shifted away from his sister. "Righto, we're good to go. Call that information in to the Bosses."
"Say it." America suddenly insisted. England gave him a confused look, which then morphed into annoyance.
"No, that is so utterly stereotypical that I refuse to do it. It's also out of date."
America pouted. "Iggy, we're personified countries, we have to be a little stereotypical sometimes!" he poked him. "Go oooooon~! I'll let you feed me scones!"
Ireland, Mexico and Canada all gave him a look like he was suddenly suicidal and needed to be restrained. Wales quirked an eyebrow, but failed to care. Nothing wrong with scones.
England, however, had gone a bit pink-cheeked. He hunched his shoulders sulkily. "Tally ho."
"Hmm? I can't hear you! I won't eat them unless you-"
"Tally ho then chaps, let's give those bastards a proper thrashing, wot wot!" England almost yelled, straight backed and at attention. Ireland smothered giggles behind her hand. Mexico didn't bother.
Alfred was grinning. "That's the spirit!"
Notes:
- Old English prisons weren't nice. Or humane. I imagine it was a while before Scotland was allowed out of one.
- "A similar scar on France's neck": The French Revolution. People, I am not explaining this one. Just note that while Scotland heals fast, that does not mean the other Nations are not able to recover from supposedly lethal things. Such as, say, decapitation by guillotine.
- Ni hao, if I remember correctly, is "hello" in Mandarin. /obvious Since it's plural, it's actually Nimen hao. Fixed thanks to tuulensisko!
- "Too much like your brother": For more information see Opium Wars. As for being like his brother, he means in appearance, especially the eyes. They have the same colour eyes, and is it just me, or does Asia place a lot of importance on eyes?
- Scotland's translation of "Va te faire enculer" is now correct, thanks to lai_choi_san!
- More on Japan later. Watch this space.
Part 24