Family Ties [Part 54]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Wales, England, Mexico, Brazil, India, Afghanistan, America, Australia, New Zealand, Israel, Japan, Quebec, and another surprise!
Rating: 12
Warnings: And so the WDF meeting... continues! Contains violence and politics.
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 teen (for he wasn't older looking than Alfred) pulled out a cigarette and lit it casually, as though he belonged here when nobody knew who he was.
Except, it seemed, for America.
The tension between them could have been cut with a knife. America didn't speak, didn't move for a whole three minutes, by Wales' watch. England's mouth worked to try and say something, but in the end nothing came out and he closed it. The rest of the room watched America's shoulders tense, his fists clench and his face darken before he finally stormed over to the new Nation and grabbed him by the front of his clothes.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve to show up here after what you did, Quebec." he spat the name like it was a curse itself. Understanding rippled around the room, and Wales drew in a sudden breath. Quebec had been a child the last time any of them had seen him. The sudden independence must have given him one hell of a growth spurt. This explained the second hand clothes. "If you hadn’t left him, he might have still had the power to keep going.”
“Oui,” said Quebec, taking a long drag from his cigarette, then blowing smoke in Alfred’s face. “He may have. Or he may have dragged everyone down with him.”
“How can you say that?!” America shook him, shouting despite the short distance. “How can you say that when Canada-”
The second the name was out of his mouth, America received a hard slug across the face, causing him to drop Quebec and stumble back until he hit the table.
Wales had been privy to seeing Canada truly angry only once in his life, during the second world war when he'd seen what had been done to France. He'd seen the Frenchman himself enraged far more often, if only because of Arthur's antagonism. Both events were sights to behold, particularly Canada's tundra-like fury.
Seeing them combined on Quebec's face sent a chill racing through the room.
“You are not worthy to speak his name!” he snarled, spitting on the ground by Alfred’s feet. “Before all this you would barely remember him! The same for all of you!” he gestured widely around the room, and those accused looked away. Enraged blue eyes turned back to America. “And then you go and drag him into this war, because he’d follow you anywhere, la idiot-!“
"Aie, Quebec!" Mexico interrupted, hand on his shoulder and brows furrowed. "He's beat himself up over this enough, alright?"
Quebec shook her hand off. His long hair, echoing Canada’s own in texture and length but a darker blonde in colour, hid his face when he turned to the side. His voice shook slightly. “I am doing what I can for my people and what is left of his. I ‘ope you are doing the same.”
Silence settled again, a heavy, guilty blanket on everyone in the room. Quebec breathed heavily, emotional still, before storming over to a seat and sitting down in it, taking a pointedly long drag from his cigarette and glaring at every look sent his way.
America, at the other end of the table, sat down in his seat without a word, Mexico making a frustrated "tch" sound and rolling her eyes before going back to sit next to Brazil, who patted her hand sympathetically. The silence continued until Australia cleared his throat.
"All this silence is freakin' Kiwi out so... yeah, how about report time already?" he said, feeling the sudden combined attention on him like the weight had shifted to his corner of the room. New Zealand punched him lightly for showing her up, but she had gone very pale. "Fine, I'll start. Plans for nuking the shit out of China have been finalised, if we're all good to go. If we knock out Russia's biggest financial supporter, that should get the bugger on his knees at least."
There were nods of agreement all around, though Alfred seemed too focused on trying to explode Quebec's head using only hatred.
Japan spoke up. "Australia-san, where precisely are you planning to hit?"
"Ah, worried about the radiation huh? The wind blows the other way from you, don't worry." Japan was going to say something else, but Australia rolled open a world map, showing the war progress so far, pointing locations. "We're hitting Tianjin for certain, to give their capital something to worry about, but we're kind of still deciding on whether it should be Fuzhou or Nanjing-"
"Don't go for Nanjing." Japan cut across Australia, halfway out of his seat, before flushing and sitting back down. "My apologies. I think... that city has seen enough."
"I'll second Japan's opinion." England said, though his eyes were firmly fixed on his tea. Wales watched the guilt weigh on his brother's shoulders, and decided this was a good thing.
"Mmkay, Fuzhou it is." Brooke rubbed the back of his neck, then gestured at America. "Black pen please?"
The blonde tossed it over nonchalantly, without taking his eyes off Quebec, who had now engaged him in a staring contest. Australia ignored them, putting black crosses over each city. The pen was thick, eclipsing each dot entirely. He nodded, eyes hard as he stared at the paper, then sat down and quietly threaded his fingers through New Zealand's. England seemed a little caught up in staring at Hong Kong's position on the map, so Wales stood next to save time. If Arthur wanted to complain he could do it later.
"We've pushed Scottish forces almost all the way to the border. They've screwed up everything in their wake, but it's fixable." Wales reached across the table and pulled the map closer to him so he could point easier. Necks craned to see. "Which is wonderful and all, but there are still fears of a French invasion, which would quite frankly bone us since the majority of our weaponry and soldiers on the home front are being used keeping Scotty up north." He sat back, folding his arms and frowning. "I'm starting to wonder what's keeping them, frankly."
"Papa would usually be kicking the shit out of you by now." Quebec said, not breaking eye contact with Alfred but leaning forward on the table, drumming his fingers against the metal top. "But you have to think how much he might actually want to be in this war, non?"
"You mean he's sabotaging his own ships?" England queried, eyebrows raised incredulously. Quebec shrugged.
"I don't know. I am only guessing." The last ashes of his cigarette dropped to the floor, and the flicked the butt away to the corner of the room. "But if I were him, it is what I would do. Resist in your own way if you cannot do so outright."
"Right..." Wales considered it. Seemed smart. Like a strike, and France was good at those. Very good at them. "But just in case, we're not removing the subs from the channel, or the aircraft carriers. Thanks for those, by the way America."
The teen mumbled something like "s'cool", but kept his attention on Quebec.
"Moving right along," England said, turning in his seat. "India, after you."
The older Nation smiled at him, before pulling the map closer to herself. "Afghanistan and I have pushed back the invading armies out of Pakistan, but we have not found Pakistan herself." Afghanistan let out a tiny noise like a sob, and hugged her gun tighter. "Worrying though this is, the land itself seems to be fine, but the government buildings are deserted. All the people are looking after themselves, it's anarchy. I'm controlling and taking care of the region in the absence of government, until a vote can be taken and another one formed." This met nods of approval around the room. "After I launched the nuclear attack at Saudi Arabia, there was an initial surge in violence, but now they've lost almost all morale. Even the POWs aren't putting up a fight. In summary, we're doing much better, but we're not out of the woods until Iraq, Iran and the rest pull out."
"Well, that's on the way, so that's a good thing. The issues with the Middle East might be over sooner than we thought." England mused, then looked over as Israel. "Speaking of which, how goes things on your end?"
The youngest Nation shifted in his seat, resting his elbows on the table. "I've had problems with spies infiltrating my government, but otherwise, as long as Turkey pulls out like Portugal said he would, then I should be fine."
Wales waited for more, but there was none. Granted, Israel was a man of few words most of the time, but once you got him talking about something war related he tended to get carried away. This was unusual.
"Nothing else?" he prompted, just in case. The boy's body language was similar to that of a sulking child as well.
"..." A snort, and he looked away. "... one of the terms of getting the Middle East to leave NWO is that I have to share with Palestine." he growled angrily. A ripple of shock went through the room. Even America and Quebec broke off their staring contest to blink at Israel.
"And you're actually gonna do it, mate?" Australia asked, voicing the question on everyone's lips. Israel did not look happy.
"S'not like I want to. Stupid old man. It's my Promised Land, the jerk."
"You haven't exactly been kind to him, you know." India pointed out. Israel tried to glare at her, but couldn't keep it up when she stared him down in retaliation. "I think this is a good idea, as long as you two agree not to fight or do stupid stuff like that."
"He's stupid. Needs a punch in the-"
"Jacob."
Eyes swung to the door, which beheld a rather stern looking Diaspora. She stomped into the room with a short "good morning everyone" and before anyone could say 'how did she get past security so quickly?', she had her son by the ear.
"Ow ow ow!"
"Now you listen here, young man. I am all ready to defend you in times of war, but when there's an opportunity for peace and you don't take it? I think I'd have to sit you in the synagogue for the whole day and make you think very hard about what the Torah commands of us."
The others watched, amazed as Diaspora lectured Israel into obedience. Very few of them remembering their mothers themselves, it was a sight to see.
"And another thing, half of those 'spies' you keep finding aren't even spies! They're innocent people and you're getting more paranoid than America in the 50s!"
The blond mentioned coughed, mumbling "but the Red bastard was obviously up to something because it's WW3 now." He was ignored.
"Ima, you're gonna rip my ear off!"
"Oooh, I would very much like to! God gave you two for a reason; so I could talk the both of them off!"
The end result, Wales realised bemusedly, was that not only Israel had agreed to let Palestine stay with him, but had also given him half his house.
Notes:
- WDF meeting part 3 will be next chapter.
- People predicted America yelling at Quebec. Nobody predicted Quebec yelling back.
- Way too much stuff has happened in Nanjing, aka Nanking. Japan and England are especially guilty.
- While Fuzhou is not a big city in China, it is a cultural centre. Hitting it would be a blow to Chinese moral.
- I have written whole papers on how the Israeli handling of Palestine is horrifically flawed and fail. It is like one step forward and two steps back. In terms of Diaspora coming and talking his ear off, this would be representative of an event in which the vast majority of the Jewish population of the world came together to force a halt to this madness. Ah, in an ideal word.
- "Ima" is Hebrew for "mother" :| Yeah.
Part 55
Characters (in this chapter): Wales, England, Mexico, Brazil, India, Afghanistan, America, Australia, New Zealand, Israel, Japan, Quebec, and another surprise!
Rating: 12
Warnings: And so the WDF meeting... continues! Contains violence and politics.
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 teen (for he wasn't older looking than Alfred) pulled out a cigarette and lit it casually, as though he belonged here when nobody knew who he was.
Except, it seemed, for America.
The tension between them could have been cut with a knife. America didn't speak, didn't move for a whole three minutes, by Wales' watch. England's mouth worked to try and say something, but in the end nothing came out and he closed it. The rest of the room watched America's shoulders tense, his fists clench and his face darken before he finally stormed over to the new Nation and grabbed him by the front of his clothes.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve to show up here after what you did, Quebec." he spat the name like it was a curse itself. Understanding rippled around the room, and Wales drew in a sudden breath. Quebec had been a child the last time any of them had seen him. The sudden independence must have given him one hell of a growth spurt. This explained the second hand clothes. "If you hadn’t left him, he might have still had the power to keep going.”
“Oui,” said Quebec, taking a long drag from his cigarette, then blowing smoke in Alfred’s face. “He may have. Or he may have dragged everyone down with him.”
“How can you say that?!” America shook him, shouting despite the short distance. “How can you say that when Canada-”
The second the name was out of his mouth, America received a hard slug across the face, causing him to drop Quebec and stumble back until he hit the table.
Wales had been privy to seeing Canada truly angry only once in his life, during the second world war when he'd seen what had been done to France. He'd seen the Frenchman himself enraged far more often, if only because of Arthur's antagonism. Both events were sights to behold, particularly Canada's tundra-like fury.
Seeing them combined on Quebec's face sent a chill racing through the room.
“You are not worthy to speak his name!” he snarled, spitting on the ground by Alfred’s feet. “Before all this you would barely remember him! The same for all of you!” he gestured widely around the room, and those accused looked away. Enraged blue eyes turned back to America. “And then you go and drag him into this war, because he’d follow you anywhere, la idiot-!“
"Aie, Quebec!" Mexico interrupted, hand on his shoulder and brows furrowed. "He's beat himself up over this enough, alright?"
Quebec shook her hand off. His long hair, echoing Canada’s own in texture and length but a darker blonde in colour, hid his face when he turned to the side. His voice shook slightly. “I am doing what I can for my people and what is left of his. I ‘ope you are doing the same.”
Silence settled again, a heavy, guilty blanket on everyone in the room. Quebec breathed heavily, emotional still, before storming over to a seat and sitting down in it, taking a pointedly long drag from his cigarette and glaring at every look sent his way.
America, at the other end of the table, sat down in his seat without a word, Mexico making a frustrated "tch" sound and rolling her eyes before going back to sit next to Brazil, who patted her hand sympathetically. The silence continued until Australia cleared his throat.
"All this silence is freakin' Kiwi out so... yeah, how about report time already?" he said, feeling the sudden combined attention on him like the weight had shifted to his corner of the room. New Zealand punched him lightly for showing her up, but she had gone very pale. "Fine, I'll start. Plans for nuking the shit out of China have been finalised, if we're all good to go. If we knock out Russia's biggest financial supporter, that should get the bugger on his knees at least."
There were nods of agreement all around, though Alfred seemed too focused on trying to explode Quebec's head using only hatred.
Japan spoke up. "Australia-san, where precisely are you planning to hit?"
"Ah, worried about the radiation huh? The wind blows the other way from you, don't worry." Japan was going to say something else, but Australia rolled open a world map, showing the war progress so far, pointing locations. "We're hitting Tianjin for certain, to give their capital something to worry about, but we're kind of still deciding on whether it should be Fuzhou or Nanjing-"
"Don't go for Nanjing." Japan cut across Australia, halfway out of his seat, before flushing and sitting back down. "My apologies. I think... that city has seen enough."
"I'll second Japan's opinion." England said, though his eyes were firmly fixed on his tea. Wales watched the guilt weigh on his brother's shoulders, and decided this was a good thing.
"Mmkay, Fuzhou it is." Brooke rubbed the back of his neck, then gestured at America. "Black pen please?"
The blonde tossed it over nonchalantly, without taking his eyes off Quebec, who had now engaged him in a staring contest. Australia ignored them, putting black crosses over each city. The pen was thick, eclipsing each dot entirely. He nodded, eyes hard as he stared at the paper, then sat down and quietly threaded his fingers through New Zealand's. England seemed a little caught up in staring at Hong Kong's position on the map, so Wales stood next to save time. If Arthur wanted to complain he could do it later.
"We've pushed Scottish forces almost all the way to the border. They've screwed up everything in their wake, but it's fixable." Wales reached across the table and pulled the map closer to him so he could point easier. Necks craned to see. "Which is wonderful and all, but there are still fears of a French invasion, which would quite frankly bone us since the majority of our weaponry and soldiers on the home front are being used keeping Scotty up north." He sat back, folding his arms and frowning. "I'm starting to wonder what's keeping them, frankly."
"Papa would usually be kicking the shit out of you by now." Quebec said, not breaking eye contact with Alfred but leaning forward on the table, drumming his fingers against the metal top. "But you have to think how much he might actually want to be in this war, non?"
"You mean he's sabotaging his own ships?" England queried, eyebrows raised incredulously. Quebec shrugged.
"I don't know. I am only guessing." The last ashes of his cigarette dropped to the floor, and the flicked the butt away to the corner of the room. "But if I were him, it is what I would do. Resist in your own way if you cannot do so outright."
"Right..." Wales considered it. Seemed smart. Like a strike, and France was good at those. Very good at them. "But just in case, we're not removing the subs from the channel, or the aircraft carriers. Thanks for those, by the way America."
The teen mumbled something like "s'cool", but kept his attention on Quebec.
"Moving right along," England said, turning in his seat. "India, after you."
The older Nation smiled at him, before pulling the map closer to herself. "Afghanistan and I have pushed back the invading armies out of Pakistan, but we have not found Pakistan herself." Afghanistan let out a tiny noise like a sob, and hugged her gun tighter. "Worrying though this is, the land itself seems to be fine, but the government buildings are deserted. All the people are looking after themselves, it's anarchy. I'm controlling and taking care of the region in the absence of government, until a vote can be taken and another one formed." This met nods of approval around the room. "After I launched the nuclear attack at Saudi Arabia, there was an initial surge in violence, but now they've lost almost all morale. Even the POWs aren't putting up a fight. In summary, we're doing much better, but we're not out of the woods until Iraq, Iran and the rest pull out."
"Well, that's on the way, so that's a good thing. The issues with the Middle East might be over sooner than we thought." England mused, then looked over as Israel. "Speaking of which, how goes things on your end?"
The youngest Nation shifted in his seat, resting his elbows on the table. "I've had problems with spies infiltrating my government, but otherwise, as long as Turkey pulls out like Portugal said he would, then I should be fine."
Wales waited for more, but there was none. Granted, Israel was a man of few words most of the time, but once you got him talking about something war related he tended to get carried away. This was unusual.
"Nothing else?" he prompted, just in case. The boy's body language was similar to that of a sulking child as well.
"..." A snort, and he looked away. "... one of the terms of getting the Middle East to leave NWO is that I have to share with Palestine." he growled angrily. A ripple of shock went through the room. Even America and Quebec broke off their staring contest to blink at Israel.
"And you're actually gonna do it, mate?" Australia asked, voicing the question on everyone's lips. Israel did not look happy.
"S'not like I want to. Stupid old man. It's my Promised Land, the jerk."
"You haven't exactly been kind to him, you know." India pointed out. Israel tried to glare at her, but couldn't keep it up when she stared him down in retaliation. "I think this is a good idea, as long as you two agree not to fight or do stupid stuff like that."
"He's stupid. Needs a punch in the-"
"Jacob."
Eyes swung to the door, which beheld a rather stern looking Diaspora. She stomped into the room with a short "good morning everyone" and before anyone could say 'how did she get past security so quickly?', she had her son by the ear.
"Ow ow ow!"
"Now you listen here, young man. I am all ready to defend you in times of war, but when there's an opportunity for peace and you don't take it? I think I'd have to sit you in the synagogue for the whole day and make you think very hard about what the Torah commands of us."
The others watched, amazed as Diaspora lectured Israel into obedience. Very few of them remembering their mothers themselves, it was a sight to see.
"And another thing, half of those 'spies' you keep finding aren't even spies! They're innocent people and you're getting more paranoid than America in the 50s!"
The blond mentioned coughed, mumbling "but the Red bastard was obviously up to something because it's WW3 now." He was ignored.
"Ima, you're gonna rip my ear off!"
"Oooh, I would very much like to! God gave you two for a reason; so I could talk the both of them off!"
The end result, Wales realised bemusedly, was that not only Israel had agreed to let Palestine stay with him, but had also given him half his house.
Notes:
- WDF meeting part 3 will be next chapter.
- People predicted America yelling at Quebec. Nobody predicted Quebec yelling back.
- Way too much stuff has happened in Nanjing, aka Nanking. Japan and England are especially guilty.
- While Fuzhou is not a big city in China, it is a cultural centre. Hitting it would be a blow to Chinese moral.
- I have written whole papers on how the Israeli handling of Palestine is horrifically flawed and fail. It is like one step forward and two steps back. In terms of Diaspora coming and talking his ear off, this would be representative of an event in which the vast majority of the Jewish population of the world came together to force a halt to this madness. Ah, in an ideal word.
- "Ima" is Hebrew for "mother" :| Yeah.
Part 55