Family Ties [Part 40]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, Afghanistan, India, South Korea and Japan
Rating: 15
Warnings: A little bit of graphic imagery, sudden mood whiplash.
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.
Russia regained consciousness in a place that was not his house, and immediately made to get up.
"Vanya, no!" cried a teary and extremely familiar voice, calloused hands on his shoulders pushing him back down. "No, please, please just stay still. You're h-hurt."
Finally blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Russia realised that he wasn't wearing a shirt, was covered in bandages around his torso, and was tucked up very snugly in his older sister's bed. The ceiling was still unfamiliar. Had she got it re-painted? It reminded him of how long it had been since he'd last seen his sister.
The door creaked open and Belarus peered in. Russia stiffened again, but Ukraine soothed him, "It's alright, she's promised to be gentle and not to touch."
Natalia entered the room much faster now she had 'permission'. "I won't hurt you, bratja. I'd never hurt you."
Ivan averted his eyes. That was a lie. They'd left him, and that had hurt.
"Da." he murmured, allowing his little sister to grasp his hand and try and sooth the ever-present coldness from his fingertips. "I know."
The silence was comfortable; none of them were very big on talking when they were alone as a family, especially at times like this. Russia remembered with a heavy feeling in his stomach the time when it had been Ukraine in bed after Chernobyl had exploded. Now it was his sisters' turns to hold his hands and keep an eye on him.
But he couldn't lay here long. He had work to do.
"Sestry," he said after about ten minutes had passed. "I need to get back to work."
Both the Slavic nations exchanged a look. "You cannot get up, bratja, you need to rest." Belarus said in no uncertain terms, lips into a thin and stern line.
"Exactly!" exclaimed Ukraine, launching into full on mother hen mode. "You'll hurt yourself more. As it is, the government has withdrawn forces from American soil for the time being."
Ah, so they had acted without him.
"But..." Ukraine continued, shifting forward. "But, Belarus and I have made a decision." She blinked tears from her eyes, her expression determined. "We will help you in the war."
Even as Belarus nodded her agreement, Russia was shaking his head. "I said you could stay neutral. I'm not going to force you in."
"Please let us help you, bratja!" Natalia grasped his hand all the more firmly, kissing each digit of his fingers. "That bastard America has hurt you, please let us help! I'll cut him to tiny pieces and make borscht out of him!"
"Ahh, syestra, don't! He is too fatty, it would be bad for Vanya's health!" Ukraine fussed, flapping her hands about in a way that made her chest do odd movements that produced unreal sound affects.
And quietly, Russia smiled.
---
Afghanistan dived behind a rocky outcrop, breath coming in deep gasps. A few seconds behind her came India, hair escaping from it's tie and falling in her eyes no matter how often she tried to tuck it behind her ear. Their military uniforms were shredded from bullet fire and close combat, as well as the need to ventilate in the intense heat wave. Of all the times for one to hit, did it have to be now? It wasn't like it was going to do any side an advantage. The dry heat made them all parched and exhausted.
"Khakhar, what now?" Afghanistan panted, blinking sweat out of her eyes and clutching her AK-47. "An invasion of NWO from Pakistan's border without Paki could only mean they've done something awful to her! And they'd do something to me too if I didn't stay near you! What do we do, what do we do..."
India didn't say anything, but took out her water bottle and took a long drink before tossing it to her fellow Nation.
"Khakhar?"
The older Nation was now staring at the transmitter in her hand, eyes hard. "Ba'hana." she said quietly, and Afghanistan had to strain to hear over the sounds of gunfire. "America has begun the nuclear war, correct?"
Slowly, Afghanistan nodded. "Are you really going to..."
"If I must. A warning first, just a warning." she turned the radio on, and started issuing commands in Hindi. She didn't mind if the lines were tapped, let them know they were coming. It would give them a chance to retreat. But that was all they got; one chance.
She'd had enough of being pushed around.
---
"Yes!" South Korea cheered with his men as the retreating backs of the NWO disappeared over the mountain. With this, the WDF had pushed the NWO right out of the country, leaving South Korea and Japan in charge of North Korea all the way up to the Chinese boarder. Yong Soo only raised one arm to cheer with as the other was dislocated and thus in a sling until he could get it fixed. Japan next to him smiled tiredly, shifting as little as possible so as not to irritate his still-healing back wounds.
"Finally, we've done it." he sighed, jerking straight when Yong Soo wrapped his uninjured arm around his shoulders.
"Hahaha, finally, finally! You!" He suddenly turned to face Kiku with a very serious expression. "You are officially forgiven for that one time you pushed me out of China-hyung's window because I was being super cool and stealing all the attention."
Japan raised an eyebrow. "That was nearly two thousand years ago, Korea."
"I'm working my way through okay, the rest'll be forgiven over time. I invented-"
"-forgiveness, I know." the corner of Kiku's mouth quirked up. "Alright. I will wait."
Yong Soo took his arm off the shorter Nation's shoulders and started walking around the battle field like he was searching for something. "Don't just wait, you gotta help me out. It benefits both of us anyway."
Confused, Japan asked, "Help you with what? The battle is over now."
"Finding my sister, duh. She's around here somewhere, I feel her."
A lump of dread settled in Japan's stomach.
Notes:
- "Bratja" means Brother in Russian, as "syestra" means sister. The plural of this is "sestry".
- Borscht is usually made with only vegetables, but there's a kind called Borscht Kievsky which is meaty.
- "Khakhar" is sister in Persian, or rather the dialect that Afghanistan speaks, Dari Persian. The "kh" sounds are actually hard sounds in the back of the throat. Like an "h" but with phlegm. >> Ditto "Ba'hana", which means sister in Hindi.
- Again with the family honorifics; hyung = older brother, though that's probably common knowledge for those of you who read a lot of Korea fics.
Q and A round is open, go go go! Any questions, and any answers, can be found there!
Part 41
Characters (in this chapter): Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, Afghanistan, India, South Korea and Japan
Rating: 15
Warnings: A little bit of graphic imagery, sudden mood whiplash.
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.
Russia regained consciousness in a place that was not his house, and immediately made to get up.
"Vanya, no!" cried a teary and extremely familiar voice, calloused hands on his shoulders pushing him back down. "No, please, please just stay still. You're h-hurt."
Finally blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Russia realised that he wasn't wearing a shirt, was covered in bandages around his torso, and was tucked up very snugly in his older sister's bed. The ceiling was still unfamiliar. Had she got it re-painted? It reminded him of how long it had been since he'd last seen his sister.
The door creaked open and Belarus peered in. Russia stiffened again, but Ukraine soothed him, "It's alright, she's promised to be gentle and not to touch."
Natalia entered the room much faster now she had 'permission'. "I won't hurt you, bratja. I'd never hurt you."
Ivan averted his eyes. That was a lie. They'd left him, and that had hurt.
"Da." he murmured, allowing his little sister to grasp his hand and try and sooth the ever-present coldness from his fingertips. "I know."
The silence was comfortable; none of them were very big on talking when they were alone as a family, especially at times like this. Russia remembered with a heavy feeling in his stomach the time when it had been Ukraine in bed after Chernobyl had exploded. Now it was his sisters' turns to hold his hands and keep an eye on him.
But he couldn't lay here long. He had work to do.
"Sestry," he said after about ten minutes had passed. "I need to get back to work."
Both the Slavic nations exchanged a look. "You cannot get up, bratja, you need to rest." Belarus said in no uncertain terms, lips into a thin and stern line.
"Exactly!" exclaimed Ukraine, launching into full on mother hen mode. "You'll hurt yourself more. As it is, the government has withdrawn forces from American soil for the time being."
Ah, so they had acted without him.
"But..." Ukraine continued, shifting forward. "But, Belarus and I have made a decision." She blinked tears from her eyes, her expression determined. "We will help you in the war."
Even as Belarus nodded her agreement, Russia was shaking his head. "I said you could stay neutral. I'm not going to force you in."
"Please let us help you, bratja!" Natalia grasped his hand all the more firmly, kissing each digit of his fingers. "That bastard America has hurt you, please let us help! I'll cut him to tiny pieces and make borscht out of him!"
"Ahh, syestra, don't! He is too fatty, it would be bad for Vanya's health!" Ukraine fussed, flapping her hands about in a way that made her chest do odd movements that produced unreal sound affects.
And quietly, Russia smiled.
---
Afghanistan dived behind a rocky outcrop, breath coming in deep gasps. A few seconds behind her came India, hair escaping from it's tie and falling in her eyes no matter how often she tried to tuck it behind her ear. Their military uniforms were shredded from bullet fire and close combat, as well as the need to ventilate in the intense heat wave. Of all the times for one to hit, did it have to be now? It wasn't like it was going to do any side an advantage. The dry heat made them all parched and exhausted.
"Khakhar, what now?" Afghanistan panted, blinking sweat out of her eyes and clutching her AK-47. "An invasion of NWO from Pakistan's border without Paki could only mean they've done something awful to her! And they'd do something to me too if I didn't stay near you! What do we do, what do we do..."
India didn't say anything, but took out her water bottle and took a long drink before tossing it to her fellow Nation.
"Khakhar?"
The older Nation was now staring at the transmitter in her hand, eyes hard. "Ba'hana." she said quietly, and Afghanistan had to strain to hear over the sounds of gunfire. "America has begun the nuclear war, correct?"
Slowly, Afghanistan nodded. "Are you really going to..."
"If I must. A warning first, just a warning." she turned the radio on, and started issuing commands in Hindi. She didn't mind if the lines were tapped, let them know they were coming. It would give them a chance to retreat. But that was all they got; one chance.
She'd had enough of being pushed around.
---
"Yes!" South Korea cheered with his men as the retreating backs of the NWO disappeared over the mountain. With this, the WDF had pushed the NWO right out of the country, leaving South Korea and Japan in charge of North Korea all the way up to the Chinese boarder. Yong Soo only raised one arm to cheer with as the other was dislocated and thus in a sling until he could get it fixed. Japan next to him smiled tiredly, shifting as little as possible so as not to irritate his still-healing back wounds.
"Finally, we've done it." he sighed, jerking straight when Yong Soo wrapped his uninjured arm around his shoulders.
"Hahaha, finally, finally! You!" He suddenly turned to face Kiku with a very serious expression. "You are officially forgiven for that one time you pushed me out of China-hyung's window because I was being super cool and stealing all the attention."
Japan raised an eyebrow. "That was nearly two thousand years ago, Korea."
"I'm working my way through okay, the rest'll be forgiven over time. I invented-"
"-forgiveness, I know." the corner of Kiku's mouth quirked up. "Alright. I will wait."
Yong Soo took his arm off the shorter Nation's shoulders and started walking around the battle field like he was searching for something. "Don't just wait, you gotta help me out. It benefits both of us anyway."
Confused, Japan asked, "Help you with what? The battle is over now."
"Finding my sister, duh. She's around here somewhere, I feel her."
A lump of dread settled in Japan's stomach.
Notes:
- "Bratja" means Brother in Russian, as "syestra" means sister. The plural of this is "sestry".
- Borscht is usually made with only vegetables, but there's a kind called Borscht Kievsky which is meaty.
- "Khakhar" is sister in Persian, or rather the dialect that Afghanistan speaks, Dari Persian. The "kh" sounds are actually hard sounds in the back of the throat. Like an "h" but with phlegm. >> Ditto "Ba'hana", which means sister in Hindi.
- Again with the family honorifics; hyung = older brother, though that's probably common knowledge for those of you who read a lot of Korea fics.
Q and A round is open, go go go! Any questions, and any answers, can be found there!
Part 41