Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): England, Wales, Australia, Japan, North and South Korea.
Rating: 15?
Warnings: Slightly quieter chapter again. Tension still high though.
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.
England blinked his eyes open again, squinting into the darkness. Well, it wasn't impossible to see; a single flickering lamp on his bedside table feebly tried it's best to illuminate the room, but it didn't reach far. He sat up, breath hitching when he pulled something sore and his stitches ached.
"Darren, are you awake?"
A short pause later. "Mm. Did you just-"
"Yeah, something's changed. Something's wrong."
His brother probably would have turned to face him if he'd had any energy. It was understandable; he'd just endured a three-hour operation with precious little anesthetic. "You don't think another bomb's been dropped do you?" he asked, still sounding drowsy. Small wonder he was awake actually, with enough sedatives in him to down a horse.
"I don't know..." England gripped the covers, his leg twinging in pain. "Since the power dipped again we haven't had the TV on for the news. Omsk is gone, but who knows what's next."
"Should probably be happy we're alive in the first place." The light flared up again, making the Nations wince at the change. "If these guys hadn't formed an underground hospital right on the spot..."
And it really was underground. It was eight different basements from eight different houses all linked together with the walls knocked through in places. Above ground were soup kitchens and more bedrooms for the newly-homeless. These people were practically saints. England for one felt a swell of pride in his chest at the thought. They'd all get medals, every one of them.
A knock on the door attracted the brothers' attentions. A worn but portly woman with her hair tied up in a messy bun with a cafeteria worker's hairnet over it stuck her head around the door. She beamed at them. "Oh good, you're both awake. Darren, you feeling any better today?"
Wales smiled back at her. "Yeah, thanks a lot. You should go have a rest, Dora."
The woman laughed. The front of her apron was stained in blood that wasn't hers. "Don't be silly, I worked harder than this at Tescos! Did eight hours a day there to fund my nurse's training you know. It was-"
"-bloody awful." the men chorused with her. She was terribly predictable, bless her, and it helped that she tended to repeat things.
"And the queue's not even as long." she added, coming into the room and smacking the lamp until it shone bright enough for her to unashamedly rip the covers off England and examine his leg. "Lacerations healing nicely. You're lucky your brother shielded you though."
Wales snorted. "Don't tell him that, he beats himself up about it already. I was just in the way at the time." He shifted slightly, but Dora pounced on him, pushing him back down gently but firmly.
"Don't you dare get up from this bed mister. Not until I give the get go, and you've got at least a week and a half until then. The war can carry on without you until then; god knows you're not going to miss the end."
Wales looked slightly like a sulking child as he rested his head back down, trying not to irritate any burns or cuts. England spoke up instead. "So where has the next bomb been dropped?"
Dora, naturally, was quite surprised. "Now how did you know that?" she asked, gray eyes wide even in the dim light. England and Wales both shrugged. The latter winced after he did and decided not to do that any more. The nurse's lips thinned. "Well, it was the NWO's this time. Hit Chicago and Toronto- Arthur! Sit back down! Darren, you can't just move!"
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Australia was pacing again. Back and forth and back and forth, wearing a groove in the floor of the secret service waiting room, and if he did it one more time Japan felt he might be forced to do something drastic.
"Australia-san, they'll be done any second." he said calmly as the other Nation bit his thumb in agitation.
"I know, I know, it's just- aaargh." he threw his hands up and stood still suddenly. "Why's he gotta take so long?!"
The door of the interrogation room opened, and South Korea grinned cheekily out of it. "Found her." Australia practically snatched the paper out of Yong Soo's hand like it was his last lifeline. "Go to those co-ordinates and break into the facility there. She's in one of the confinement chambers."
Brooke belted off down the corridor at top speed, talking quickly into his military radio as he went. Japan lingered a little longer. "You're not coming?"
South Korea's grin wavered. "I'm staying to keep an eye on her. She's pretty battered and stuff... and so she can't escape." he added. Kiku gave him a hesitant nod, and followed his ally to the door.
Yong Soo sighed and closed the door to the room again, turning to face his sister. She stared at him, not betraying any emotions on her face, but there was a spark of something in her eyes. Finally, something. Now if only he could identify what it was.
"Go with them, I don't care." she said in Korean, and probably would have folded her arms were they not strapped down. "You've never had a problem following Kiku around before."
"I didn't get into this war for him you know." he replied, smile slipping into a sober expression.
Her eyes narrowed. "What then, the territory? The glory?"
"Is it so hard to believe I got into it for you?"
North Korea's twitched, a little jerk away. "Liar."
Her brother strode forward, sitting on the chair across from her. There was no desk in the way, just the two chairs, the two Koreas sitting on them. "I just want to fix what the rest of the world broke."
"Liar!" she yelled, pulling back and away from him. "Get away from me, I don't need to hear this! I shouldn't talk to you!"
"Our family shouldn't be divided like this forever!" Yong Soo said, nearly shouted over her. "Chun Hei-nunim!"
"Stop it!" she screamed. "I can't! I can't, it would ruin everything, my system will work and I'm fine without you, they said I would be!" Choking back tears, she hung her head so her hair shielded her face from view. "It works... it works and we're equal and my leader is wonderful... it works... really..."
South watched North cry as soldiers explored the land they hadn't seen in nearly 70 years, finding monuments and training camps and horrors that nobody wanted to see. "Nuna..." he carefully grasped her hand. She didn't move away. "You say that, but... you still gave me the co-ordinates."
And the rift began to drift closed.
Notes:
- Yes, I am aware that nurse =/= doctor or surgeon. My mum's a nurse herself. In a war situation, anyone with even a little medical knowledge has to become a doctor.
- Tescos is an English supermarket company (which is expanding into Europe ahahaha the reach is far).
- "-nunim" is the Korean Honourific for "big sister" used by boys, despite the fact they're twins. I can't find the honorific for "little sister" that's used by boys. "Nuna" just means "big sister", it's not an honorific, just a noun.
- Communism doesn't work no matter how hard North Korea tries to convince herself that is does. People don't work like that.
Part 43