Drabble dump~ 5!
Somewhere out of sight, her vanguard marched forward to Casa de Teja. Columbia watched the horizon with worried eyes, lips down turned. She had to do this. She had to be independent, even if Spain didn't see that. Couldn't see that. He would eventually, after she was free.
"As much as I abhor the concept of colonies breaking free of their colonisers," came a distinctly British voice from near behind him, "this looks to be a jolly good laugh."
Venezuela chatted in broken English to some volunteer soldiers from the UK. Columbia frowned sulkily. "We don't need your help."
England clicked his tongue. "Now that's not very polite. If it weren't for me you would both have evenly matched numbers, more or less." His eyes weren't olive green like Spain's, but more a vivid colour, like would be found on a poisonous animal. They glittered with battle-lust and greed. "Besides which, I'm here for my own reasons. Such as seeing the look on that bastard Spaniard's face when he loses you."
Columbia didn't want to see it. She didn't really want to see Spain at all. It was simply time for her to go, as it was with all growing Nations at some point. Argentina was free, and soon she would be too.
The sun beat high at noon, and she stood with her soldiers to march to victory.
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"Say, China, my old friend." India said one day, reclining lazily on some pillows and watching the way the humid air wavered in the heat. The Asian Nation turned to give her a curious look. "If we were to have sex, would I conceive, do you think?"
Maybe China went red, or maybe not, it was hard to tell when his pale skin was flushed from the heat anyway. "Maybe, aru. You do still have... cycles, don't you?"
"I do." India agreed, rolling onto her stomach and smiling up at the other Nation. "I have known you for a long time, have I not?"
Oh, China knew that smile. He knew it very well. "You have." he said neutrally, even as India crawled forward to where he was sitting in the shade on his own mound of pillows, clothes half off and sweating from the heat.
"I can trust you to help me in this little experiment, can't I?"
He should say no. He had a million problems to deal with right now, never mind potential baby Nations. The Mongols were at his door and ravaging the north, his emperor was being an idiot, and in general he was a very busy man.
But India was giving him that look.
And- ah, she'd already unwound his sash while he wasn't looking.
"Yes." he said finally.
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"And that is how Singapore was born." India concluded to the assembled group of younger Nations, all of whom had looks ranging from horror to fascination. "So yes, Nations can conceive. Next question please?"
"Ms India, can I be a Nation?" piped up Sealand.
"No sweetheart, for the fiftieth time."
"Aw..."
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"Bullshit!"
"No, listen properly!"
"No, you listen, this war between you and Columbia is stupid and I'm not going with you!" Bolivia leveled a pointed look at Peru, folding his arms. "If this marriage is going to continue then you have to hold up your end!"
"My end?!" Peru gestured, livid. "Your politics have gone to hell in a hand basket and you're telling me to hold up my end?!"
"Oh that is it. That is IT!" Bolivia threw up his hands, storming to the next room. "If you think I'm going to cook for you tonight, you're sorely mistaken!"
Peru nearly stamped his foot but resisted. "Well that's just fine because I like my own cooking better!!"
"Well maybe you should just make your own!"
"Maybe I will!"
"Fine!"
"FINE!"
Slam! -- and the walls shook with the force that the door slammed. Peru breathed heavily in the surrounding silence. Little sounds came filtering back as the anger drained out of his ears, the birds, the sounds of the town, the neighbours next door...
"Honestly, they should just have really rough sex and that will sort everything out!"
"Mama, not so loudly!"
Peru groaned and hit his head on the table. This might have been the worst marriage decision in the world.
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Britain could militarily have crushed [Irish independence] easily, but had no will to do so given the cost in human lives that would have resulted. -- My history text book.
Red hair spilled out of it's restraints, Ireland's hair tie coming undone as she fell to the floor, knocked back by England's backhanded slap. Just because she'd dared. She had dared to want to leave him. Again.
“Going to hit me again, Arthur?” Ireland snarled, fully prepared for what she knew was coming. “Going to kill my people, who want nothing more than to be free? Going to let the bodies lie in the streets and orphan another few thousand children? Go on then. Prove you're a monster.” Eyes of the same colour and origin stared unrelenting at each other. "But my men fought and died for you on those fields out there. Will you not give them the satisfaction that when they come home from liberating others, they will be free themselves?"
England dropped his hand. Memories of bodies in the streets and the people that cried over them, the families that threw stones at the telegraph boys that carried messages of the dead home to weeping loved ones, the stink of rot and decay in the trenches, rushed into his mind. The need for empire had caused that. The need for empire always caused destruction, but so many, so very many this time-
He felt sick.
Good god, what had the world become?
What had he become?
Ireland shuffled quietly back, getting to her feet with the care of a deer aware that she had stunned the lion only temporarily. "I am only the first, Albion." she uttered, and ran.
And the Empire began to crumble.
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"No no, much better when they're lithe and flexible." Ancient Egypt contested, gesturing with her bottle of wine, only mildly tipsy. Ancient Greece shook her head furiously.
"You want them stocky or they'll never last!" she proclaimed, a few strands of hair escaping her intricate hairstyle. "Besides, if they're too thin there's not enough to cuddle!"
"I can think of better uses than cuddling."
"Well that's what we're talking about aren't we!"
"Dark haired. Or even no hair."
"What? Oh no no, they have to have lighter hair, or maybe lots of different colours, looking all pretty when the sun hits it just right."
"Too much hair and they'll fry in the sun. Hair belongs on a woman who can have time to take care of it."
"Yeah but, don't you love running your fingers through it? Especially when it's all soft."
"You're terribly picky my dear."
"Don't be silly, you're the one arguing so heatedly over such an obvious subject."
"And here I thought this was something we agreed upon."
"Well, there's just so much choice in the world!"
"Indeed, there is."
"Cats can be so controversial sometimes."
"Mmm. More wine?"
"Oooh, yes please."
/goes to bed.