Family Ties [Part 30]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Canada, America, and a surprise or two.
Rating: 15
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of gore, implications of torture.
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.
Canada's ears were ringing again.
This was really not the best time for it either, not with those new weapons that some of the NWO soldiers were equipped with, where his only warning was whizzing bullets. It was extremely nerve-wracking and demoralising for his men as well as America's, which was none too helpful if they wanted to push Russia back out of North America.
They had to be careful.
"Al, your ear's bleeding again." Matthew nudged his brother, who blinked dazedly and put a hand to the wound just behind his ear. He'd been unusually quiet, which was almost a good thing. The forest they were creeping through was crawling with enemies.
"Uh, crap, hold on a second." he fished around in his pack for some more bandages, though the blood had soaked through almost an entire roll now. He hissed slightly as he peeled the stained strips of cloth off his head. "Ow ow ow, goddamn bastard Russia." he muttered. "Three days he's been on my land and we still haven't kicked him off. People down south are calling for us to just nuke Alaska..." the Nation grit his teeth as he re-bandaged the wound. "But I'll be damned if I ever do that to my own people. Ow ow- woah!"
America actually made quite a useful bomb detector, providing some kind of forewarning before Canada stepped anywhere he shouldn't. Alfred grabbed his twin by the hood of his uniform and dragged him back before his foot could land on a mine. He probably should have noticed anyway; the earth was freshly turned.
"Thanks." Matthew breathed. Walking across the conquered lands to get info was troublesome as it was.
"S'cool, I'm the hero after all." Alfred grinned as best he could. Somewhere in the back of Canada's mind, a little voice that sounded a lot like England critiqued his brother on how he was an utter wimp that wasn't used to having invasions on home soil and needed to buck up and carry on.
Really, really needed to carry on, because he'd stopped in his tracks where he was. Canada paused too, just in case.
"Al?" he called softly, aware that speaking up would be dangerous this far behind enemy lines. "Al, come on, we've got to complete the mission." Or more accurately, he had to complete the mission. Matthew was the one doing the stealth ops, thanks to his 'low visibility' as England had so politely phrased it. Alfred was here as a sort of human radar. "Al...?"
All of a sudden, America sprang into motion, dragging Canada behind the cover of some trees and covering his mouth to muffle any protests. They got there just in time to watch two figures come down the forest path.
Figures that were horrifyingly familiar.
'Oh... merde.' Canada swore in his mind.
France's hair was unusually messy and a little longer than usual, most of it tied back but with a few strands escaping to frame his face. At the back of his neck where the tied up hair made it exposed, Canada could see bright pink marks, like burns. Every inch of skin was covered otherwise, but the stiffness of his posture was highly unlike his usual fluid motions.
Following just behind him was Scotland, looking very much more well kept than usual. His hair was much shorter than usual, seeming a little darker without all the length to highlight the redness, almost like it was growing back from being shaved. Even his eyebrows seemed to be shorter, though no less dark or prominent. He was abruptly reminded of what England had looked like after Alfred had freaked out during the Salem witch trials and tried the European method rather than hanging his mentor.
There was no spark of life behind Scotland's eyes. Dulled green scanned the area, gloved hands on silencer guns.
France turned back to look at Scotland. "Cher, I think we have been this way before." his voice sounded raspy, like it was too used to screaming to talk.
Scotland glanced around. "Aye, but I think I hear something..."
"A moose, perhaps?"
"... maybe."
Canada struggled to control his breathing, even though he just wanted to scream. It was like they'd been replaced by body-snatchers. What they said and did was just subtly off, in a way he couldn't pinpoint but hung there like an anvil over his head. Scotland stepped in front of France, and Canada thought he could see a brief flash of concern dart across his features.
"Going to take a look?"
"Aye. Stay there. Can't have them shooting ye when I'm meant to be yer bodyguard."
"Of course not."
America's other hand slowly reached for his gun. Canada grabbed it, shaking his head desperately. The North America twins bickered with their eyes, as Scotland crept ever closer to them. Leaves and twigs crunched under army boots, closer and closer until-
"Cher?"
Scotland paused, literally three feet away from the twins.
"In order to get back in time, we have to go now."
A tense moment passed.
"Aye, that's true."
After ten minutes of listening to their parents and mentors march off into the distance, the two remaining Nations let out whatever breath they'd been holding.
"What has he done to them?" Matthew uttered, sitting down at the base of the tree. Alfred's ear dripped blood unnoticed.
"I don't think we want to know, looking at what I could see of Francis' neck..."
"Scotland looked fine..." Canada muttered, half-wishing he had Kumajiro to bury his face in. "But he wasn't all there... behind his eyes." A pause. The forest was silent; even the birds had fled. Canada looked up, a revelation striking him. "France was." he uttered, daring to believe there was hope. "France was awake, but he can't do anything with Scotland like that..."
Alfred grabbed his brother's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, let's go tell the others."
Notes (not many today):
- Salem Witch Trials - most people have heard of this, but it's a common misconception that witches were burned, at least in the USA. That method was something used more often by the Europeans; witches in Salem and America in general were hung by the neck until dead. However, they were tortured in a variety of ways before hand.
Part 31
Characters (in this chapter): Canada, America, and a surprise or two.
Rating: 15
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of gore, implications of torture.
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.
Canada's ears were ringing again.
This was really not the best time for it either, not with those new weapons that some of the NWO soldiers were equipped with, where his only warning was whizzing bullets. It was extremely nerve-wracking and demoralising for his men as well as America's, which was none too helpful if they wanted to push Russia back out of North America.
They had to be careful.
"Al, your ear's bleeding again." Matthew nudged his brother, who blinked dazedly and put a hand to the wound just behind his ear. He'd been unusually quiet, which was almost a good thing. The forest they were creeping through was crawling with enemies.
"Uh, crap, hold on a second." he fished around in his pack for some more bandages, though the blood had soaked through almost an entire roll now. He hissed slightly as he peeled the stained strips of cloth off his head. "Ow ow ow, goddamn bastard Russia." he muttered. "Three days he's been on my land and we still haven't kicked him off. People down south are calling for us to just nuke Alaska..." the Nation grit his teeth as he re-bandaged the wound. "But I'll be damned if I ever do that to my own people. Ow ow- woah!"
America actually made quite a useful bomb detector, providing some kind of forewarning before Canada stepped anywhere he shouldn't. Alfred grabbed his twin by the hood of his uniform and dragged him back before his foot could land on a mine. He probably should have noticed anyway; the earth was freshly turned.
"Thanks." Matthew breathed. Walking across the conquered lands to get info was troublesome as it was.
"S'cool, I'm the hero after all." Alfred grinned as best he could. Somewhere in the back of Canada's mind, a little voice that sounded a lot like England critiqued his brother on how he was an utter wimp that wasn't used to having invasions on home soil and needed to buck up and carry on.
Really, really needed to carry on, because he'd stopped in his tracks where he was. Canada paused too, just in case.
"Al?" he called softly, aware that speaking up would be dangerous this far behind enemy lines. "Al, come on, we've got to complete the mission." Or more accurately, he had to complete the mission. Matthew was the one doing the stealth ops, thanks to his 'low visibility' as England had so politely phrased it. Alfred was here as a sort of human radar. "Al...?"
All of a sudden, America sprang into motion, dragging Canada behind the cover of some trees and covering his mouth to muffle any protests. They got there just in time to watch two figures come down the forest path.
Figures that were horrifyingly familiar.
'Oh... merde.' Canada swore in his mind.
France's hair was unusually messy and a little longer than usual, most of it tied back but with a few strands escaping to frame his face. At the back of his neck where the tied up hair made it exposed, Canada could see bright pink marks, like burns. Every inch of skin was covered otherwise, but the stiffness of his posture was highly unlike his usual fluid motions.
Following just behind him was Scotland, looking very much more well kept than usual. His hair was much shorter than usual, seeming a little darker without all the length to highlight the redness, almost like it was growing back from being shaved. Even his eyebrows seemed to be shorter, though no less dark or prominent. He was abruptly reminded of what England had looked like after Alfred had freaked out during the Salem witch trials and tried the European method rather than hanging his mentor.
There was no spark of life behind Scotland's eyes. Dulled green scanned the area, gloved hands on silencer guns.
France turned back to look at Scotland. "Cher, I think we have been this way before." his voice sounded raspy, like it was too used to screaming to talk.
Scotland glanced around. "Aye, but I think I hear something..."
"A moose, perhaps?"
"... maybe."
Canada struggled to control his breathing, even though he just wanted to scream. It was like they'd been replaced by body-snatchers. What they said and did was just subtly off, in a way he couldn't pinpoint but hung there like an anvil over his head. Scotland stepped in front of France, and Canada thought he could see a brief flash of concern dart across his features.
"Going to take a look?"
"Aye. Stay there. Can't have them shooting ye when I'm meant to be yer bodyguard."
"Of course not."
America's other hand slowly reached for his gun. Canada grabbed it, shaking his head desperately. The North America twins bickered with their eyes, as Scotland crept ever closer to them. Leaves and twigs crunched under army boots, closer and closer until-
"Cher?"
Scotland paused, literally three feet away from the twins.
"In order to get back in time, we have to go now."
A tense moment passed.
"Aye, that's true."
After ten minutes of listening to their parents and mentors march off into the distance, the two remaining Nations let out whatever breath they'd been holding.
"What has he done to them?" Matthew uttered, sitting down at the base of the tree. Alfred's ear dripped blood unnoticed.
"I don't think we want to know, looking at what I could see of Francis' neck..."
"Scotland looked fine..." Canada muttered, half-wishing he had Kumajiro to bury his face in. "But he wasn't all there... behind his eyes." A pause. The forest was silent; even the birds had fled. Canada looked up, a revelation striking him. "France was." he uttered, daring to believe there was hope. "France was awake, but he can't do anything with Scotland like that..."
Alfred grabbed his brother's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, let's go tell the others."
Notes (not many today):
- Salem Witch Trials - most people have heard of this, but it's a common misconception that witches were burned, at least in the USA. That method was something used more often by the Europeans; witches in Salem and America in general were hung by the neck until dead. However, they were tortured in a variety of ways before hand.
Part 31