part 171 wonka bars

[aphanon_meme]

I tried that Wonka "Waterfall" chocolate - white and milk mixed - today... it was underwhelming! And I didn't win a Golden Ticket. I just want to win one so I can sing the song, no matter what the prize is.

Enjoy part 171! :)

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[palaiomator]

[marches up with tourkokratia and osmaniac in tow]

Ah, um, how does this work...

Ameri... Amerika?

[looks back at them nervously]

Is that how? Did I call him right?

yay!! also tantrum mode is on

[tourkokratia]

*screams in pain as he feels his hair being yanked*

LET ME GO!!

*and suddenly something is grabbing his whole body*

*freaks out and starts shoving at both Turkey and mama*

GO AWAY, I DON'T WANT YOU!! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!

*swings his little fists wildly, trying to hit anything that's near enough for him to hit and just takes a big breath and SHRIEKS AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS*

[osmaniac]

[freezes conflicted when he sees her like that]

[but Greece's yelling in really making his eye twitch]

[backhands hard to fix that]

I might as well set this icon as my default

[palaiomator]

[is sobbing by now, from Greece's fists to Turkey's actions]

[tries desperately to calm her child through her tears, stroking his face]

Sh-shh, He-herakles, shh, p-please, calm down, please...!

[looks back over her shoulder at Turkey]

Is this how you raise him?! Is this how you teach him how to live in the world?! Sadiq, you horrible man, I pray that you're not hi--ow--!

[one of Greece's fists connected with her jaw, and she goes silent, nursing it]

[tourkokratia]

*breaks off mid-shriek as the backhand connects and snaps his head to the side*

...

...

*sniffles*

*puts a hand over his throbbing cheek and looks from Turkey's angry face to mama's tear-streaked one*

...

*starts crying*

[osmaniac]

Fuck...

I ain't horrible, I- He...

And you, stop cryin, ya hit her and-

Dammit!

[turns his back on them and takes deep breaths]

[palaiomator]

[glares at his back, wiping roughly at her eyes]

[attempts to speak in calm tones, but her voice is quavering]

I trust you with my child, you could do with not teaching him that this is the way you solve your problems, Sadiq.

[takes Greece into her lap, smoothing his hair and rocking back and forth]

Oh, my Herakles... what has Fate done to us all...

[tourkokratia]

* cries for a few more seconds*

n-never mind it's on in an hour oops

[palaiomator]

[tourkokratia]

*then, whether he's actually obeying Turkey or because he's in mama's lap, he stops crying and lowers his head, covering his face with both hands*

...I want papa.

[osmaniac]

[groans and doesn't turn around]

Hey, gimme a break, didn't do anythin cruel and unusual...

[turns]

Herakles.

Just stoppit.

I should go to bed soon, guys... I'm kinda sick, I'm starting to typo, and I'll be busy tomorrow...

[palaiomator]

[mutters darkly about backhanding but just drops it in favor of Greece's problem]

Baby... Herakles. This "papa," this "America," he... we don't even know where he is. Or for certain who he is.

I don't think we can find him. Not today.

alright, I hope you feel better ;3;/ osmaniac want to continue just the two of us then?

[tourkokratia]

*stares up at Turkey*

...

*lowers his head again*

*opens his mouth to say something... but just closes it again, remaining silent*

alrighty. Goodnight and feel better, mama.

[osmaniac]

C'mon, listen to her. Look, yer whole stubbornness made her exhausted.

[tourkokratia]

...

I don't care!

*pushes out of mama's lap and tries to make a run for it, possibly to go to America*

[osmaniac]

Don't care?! You shitty-

[runs to get him]