Family Ties [Part 50]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Iraq, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Australia, Japan, Hong Kong, Taiwan.
Rating: 15
Warnings: Slight gore, but a lot calmer than last chapter.
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.
By the time Iran arrived at the tent with Iraq, Saudi Arabia was already on the floor, blood from the spontaneous wound spreading from her shoulder and into the sand, staining her pretty silk hijab red. In between choked screams and Arabic curses it appears she was trying to bandage her own shoulder. The two girls dropped to their knees, Iran holding the older Nation's hand while Iraq took over bandaging.
They didn't say anything. They knew why this was happening anyway, communicating the idea again was unnecessary.
But this was certainly an unexpected amount of blood...
Jordan walked into the tent, and immediately backed out again when he saw Saudi Arabia's state of undress. "S-sorry, sorry!" he stammered. "Is the blood flow stopping?"
"No, I'm starting to wonder if the media were right, saying it was just a regular bomb..." Iraq was glad for her headscarf, keeping her hair out of her eyes. Already the white linen cloth was being stained scarlet.
Iran gave her friend a look. "You mean... we're being purposefully miss-informed?"
"Maybe, to keep everyone calm." Iraq abandoned wrapping the wound for a moment, holding her hand just slightly off the surface of Saudi Arabia's dark skin. The tips of her fingers burned slightly, and she withdrew her hand. "Like touching sand in the middle of the day..." she murmured. "May be a fire bomb, or..."
Skin bubbled and peeled off Saudi Arabia's shoulder. "Or radiation."
Iraq grit her teeth. "India. That whore."
Like it had summoned her wrath itself, the Arabic Nation drew in a sharp breath and bucked up, clenching Iran's hand hard enough to turn the fingers white. A new patch of blood blossomed at her side.
"Oh, Allah help us. Jordan! Get more bandages!"
-----
"Australia-san," Japan muttered, wading waste-deep up the bank of the Xī Hú. "I do not feel completely comfortable with this." He, for one, had learned a very hard, very painful lesson about invading China and some part of the back of his mind that was still irrationally paranoid was telling him that doing it again would no doubt end up with another, potentially even more painful lesson.
"It's fine, Kiku. We're the good side this time." Australia replied, keeping his voice just as low as they left the water behind and crept into the trees, avoiding the city of Hangzhou itself. "And we're only here for recon, we get in, grab documents, get out." He checked that his gun hadn't gotten waterlogged, then a grin spread on his face. "And then we nuke the motherfuckers back to the Ming Dynasty."
Japan suppressed the urge to groan. Instead he continued his job; leading Australia and his men to China's house. It wasn't unusual for Nations to get nostalgic and go "retro" as they got older, but China really went the whole way. Just over the mountain, next to an old dirt path, was one of China's favourite houses. It had stood for easily two thousand years, being built and rebuilt again and again throughout the years despite it being only a small compound that could house few more than three people.
Three people, or one adult and several children.
To get through the front gates, they would have to cross the dirt path, which would mean leaving the cover of the trees and going into the open. Japan crouched into the foliage, Australia and his soldiers following suit. Dark eyes scanned the quiet property. It seemed like no-one was home, but it could be a trap. If they could get in without being seen.
"He's not home."
To his credit, Japan did not scream. Australia, however, did, though he would later insist it was a manly shout of surprise. Guns rattled off bullets into the air, hitting nothing but tree bark. This was because the owner of the voice had jumped up into the branches of the old forest tree, and was now staring down with a deadpan expression that only betrayed his annoyance to those used to reading it.
"Fuck's sake Dan, you scared the bejeezus out of us!" Brooke shouted, hand over his heart but a smile working it's way onto his face. Hong Kong shrugged.
"Sorry, I guess." his gaze slid over to the soldiers. "I'm an ally, put those down."
"Chill guys, chill." the brunette assured, grin much more fixed now that his heart rate had returned to normal. "Okay, this is Daniel Li Shui and he's... uh, actually, what are you doing here?"
"I live here." Hong Kong returned flatly. "But I'm also stopping you from being blown up."
"Ah." Japan said, glancing back toward the house. "So it is indeed booby-trapped. That is difficult."
Hong Kong nodded, expression ever unchanging. "Only I can get in and out without setting them off, and that's so I can get food for myself and Mei Mei, who's inside. Even if Kiku were to use his ninja abilities, they would go off." He caught the look Japan gave him and shrugged. "Yao-xiansheng is prepared. And he knows you well."
"Well shit." Australia folded his arms, kicking at the dirt. "How are we going to get what we need now?"
He had no sooner finished his sentence when a small external hard drive was thrown at him. He struggled to catch it, then gaped openly at it.
"That was simple." Japan said, plucking it out of Australia's hands and examining it. 16G, not much, but probably enough information to turn the tide in their favor. "Why give it to us?"
A thick eyebrow rose. "You think I had any choice over which side I took in this war?" The tone echoed with 'not that I ever get a choice in anything anyway', though his face betrayed nothing.
"Well, you could come with us now, mate." Australia offered. "Bring Mei with you and everything."
"We can't leave. Mei Mei especially." Hong Kong rolled up his long sleeve, showing the inside of his arm. A small black tattoo stood out against pale skin. "I'm being tracked. Both of us are. Russia insisted, ever since he started finding the information leeks. I don't think he ever expected you to come to me." Japan opened his mouth to object, but Hong Kong spoke over him. "Don't. I'm fine here, look. Not starving, or traumatised, or injured. There are plenty of other people you need to worry about, not me."
Dark eyes fixed Brooke sternly, then softened. "... about Katherine. It fades eventually. I remember." His gaze switched to Kiku, who quickly looked away, focusing on the floor, head bowed in shame. The southern Nation looked between the two, then sighed.
"Alright, if you're sure. But you might want to request a transfer back to your own islands. Mei too."
Hong Kong looked curious, if wary. "Why."
The grin returned, a lot less cheerful in nature. "Because I'm gonna be bringing the pain to China." This was backed up the enthusiastic cheers from the soldiers, albeit quiet ones. They were, after all, on a stealth mission.
Hong Kong's lips made a flat line of disapproval. "Fine. Thanks for the warning." And he vanished from the trees again, expertly leaping from branch to closely packed branch.
Australia turned and walked back through the trees, leading the rest of the recon squad home. "Think he'll tell?"
Japan shook his head. "No."
-----
Taiwan watched the exchange through the window of her room. Invisible shackles kept her from leaving to talk to them too, to see Japan, to laugh with Australia. When Hong Kong entered her room again, he found her pulling at her metal gag and collar, frustrated tears brimming in her eyes.
A prison island, that's what she had been reduced to. Nothing more than a place to sent POWs that could be of no use but as hostages.
Li Shui pulled her hands away from the silencing instrument, and held them as she cried.
Notes:
- Dammam and Al Khbar are two cities in Saudi Arabia. The first is primarily a trading port, and is highly valuable to Saudi Arabia's fishing and international trade. The second is full of residence who work for Saudi Aramco, the world's largest oil company. Rather than crippling Saudi Arabia's population, India as opted to crippling her trade. Which is nearly as bad.
- Xī Hú, aka West Lake is a very large lake in Zhejiang, one of China's oldest provinces. It's also pretty damn close to Japan, once you get over the China Sea. Lots of mountains too, like those stereotypical massive monster mountains you see in movies.
- "Xiansheng", meaning "master" or "sir" but written with the characters for "sensei", is what Hong Kong calls China in canon. Now I think on it it's kind of distancing...
- It is really not hard to put tracking devices in people, under their skin. It is, after all, frequently used on dogs and cats.
- Woah, 50 chapters. Uh. Yay me?
Part 51
Characters (in this chapter): Iraq, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Australia, Japan, Hong Kong, Taiwan.
Rating: 15
Warnings: Slight gore, but a lot calmer than last chapter.
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.
By the time Iran arrived at the tent with Iraq, Saudi Arabia was already on the floor, blood from the spontaneous wound spreading from her shoulder and into the sand, staining her pretty silk hijab red. In between choked screams and Arabic curses it appears she was trying to bandage her own shoulder. The two girls dropped to their knees, Iran holding the older Nation's hand while Iraq took over bandaging.
They didn't say anything. They knew why this was happening anyway, communicating the idea again was unnecessary.
But this was certainly an unexpected amount of blood...
Jordan walked into the tent, and immediately backed out again when he saw Saudi Arabia's state of undress. "S-sorry, sorry!" he stammered. "Is the blood flow stopping?"
"No, I'm starting to wonder if the media were right, saying it was just a regular bomb..." Iraq was glad for her headscarf, keeping her hair out of her eyes. Already the white linen cloth was being stained scarlet.
Iran gave her friend a look. "You mean... we're being purposefully miss-informed?"
"Maybe, to keep everyone calm." Iraq abandoned wrapping the wound for a moment, holding her hand just slightly off the surface of Saudi Arabia's dark skin. The tips of her fingers burned slightly, and she withdrew her hand. "Like touching sand in the middle of the day..." she murmured. "May be a fire bomb, or..."
Skin bubbled and peeled off Saudi Arabia's shoulder. "Or radiation."
Iraq grit her teeth. "India. That whore."
Like it had summoned her wrath itself, the Arabic Nation drew in a sharp breath and bucked up, clenching Iran's hand hard enough to turn the fingers white. A new patch of blood blossomed at her side.
"Oh, Allah help us. Jordan! Get more bandages!"
-----
"Australia-san," Japan muttered, wading waste-deep up the bank of the Xī Hú. "I do not feel completely comfortable with this." He, for one, had learned a very hard, very painful lesson about invading China and some part of the back of his mind that was still irrationally paranoid was telling him that doing it again would no doubt end up with another, potentially even more painful lesson.
"It's fine, Kiku. We're the good side this time." Australia replied, keeping his voice just as low as they left the water behind and crept into the trees, avoiding the city of Hangzhou itself. "And we're only here for recon, we get in, grab documents, get out." He checked that his gun hadn't gotten waterlogged, then a grin spread on his face. "And then we nuke the motherfuckers back to the Ming Dynasty."
Japan suppressed the urge to groan. Instead he continued his job; leading Australia and his men to China's house. It wasn't unusual for Nations to get nostalgic and go "retro" as they got older, but China really went the whole way. Just over the mountain, next to an old dirt path, was one of China's favourite houses. It had stood for easily two thousand years, being built and rebuilt again and again throughout the years despite it being only a small compound that could house few more than three people.
Three people, or one adult and several children.
To get through the front gates, they would have to cross the dirt path, which would mean leaving the cover of the trees and going into the open. Japan crouched into the foliage, Australia and his soldiers following suit. Dark eyes scanned the quiet property. It seemed like no-one was home, but it could be a trap. If they could get in without being seen.
"He's not home."
To his credit, Japan did not scream. Australia, however, did, though he would later insist it was a manly shout of surprise. Guns rattled off bullets into the air, hitting nothing but tree bark. This was because the owner of the voice had jumped up into the branches of the old forest tree, and was now staring down with a deadpan expression that only betrayed his annoyance to those used to reading it.
"Fuck's sake Dan, you scared the bejeezus out of us!" Brooke shouted, hand over his heart but a smile working it's way onto his face. Hong Kong shrugged.
"Sorry, I guess." his gaze slid over to the soldiers. "I'm an ally, put those down."
"Chill guys, chill." the brunette assured, grin much more fixed now that his heart rate had returned to normal. "Okay, this is Daniel Li Shui and he's... uh, actually, what are you doing here?"
"I live here." Hong Kong returned flatly. "But I'm also stopping you from being blown up."
"Ah." Japan said, glancing back toward the house. "So it is indeed booby-trapped. That is difficult."
Hong Kong nodded, expression ever unchanging. "Only I can get in and out without setting them off, and that's so I can get food for myself and Mei Mei, who's inside. Even if Kiku were to use his ninja abilities, they would go off." He caught the look Japan gave him and shrugged. "Yao-xiansheng is prepared. And he knows you well."
"Well shit." Australia folded his arms, kicking at the dirt. "How are we going to get what we need now?"
He had no sooner finished his sentence when a small external hard drive was thrown at him. He struggled to catch it, then gaped openly at it.
"That was simple." Japan said, plucking it out of Australia's hands and examining it. 16G, not much, but probably enough information to turn the tide in their favor. "Why give it to us?"
A thick eyebrow rose. "You think I had any choice over which side I took in this war?" The tone echoed with 'not that I ever get a choice in anything anyway', though his face betrayed nothing.
"Well, you could come with us now, mate." Australia offered. "Bring Mei with you and everything."
"We can't leave. Mei Mei especially." Hong Kong rolled up his long sleeve, showing the inside of his arm. A small black tattoo stood out against pale skin. "I'm being tracked. Both of us are. Russia insisted, ever since he started finding the information leeks. I don't think he ever expected you to come to me." Japan opened his mouth to object, but Hong Kong spoke over him. "Don't. I'm fine here, look. Not starving, or traumatised, or injured. There are plenty of other people you need to worry about, not me."
Dark eyes fixed Brooke sternly, then softened. "... about Katherine. It fades eventually. I remember." His gaze switched to Kiku, who quickly looked away, focusing on the floor, head bowed in shame. The southern Nation looked between the two, then sighed.
"Alright, if you're sure. But you might want to request a transfer back to your own islands. Mei too."
Hong Kong looked curious, if wary. "Why."
The grin returned, a lot less cheerful in nature. "Because I'm gonna be bringing the pain to China." This was backed up the enthusiastic cheers from the soldiers, albeit quiet ones. They were, after all, on a stealth mission.
Hong Kong's lips made a flat line of disapproval. "Fine. Thanks for the warning." And he vanished from the trees again, expertly leaping from branch to closely packed branch.
Australia turned and walked back through the trees, leading the rest of the recon squad home. "Think he'll tell?"
Japan shook his head. "No."
-----
Taiwan watched the exchange through the window of her room. Invisible shackles kept her from leaving to talk to them too, to see Japan, to laugh with Australia. When Hong Kong entered her room again, he found her pulling at her metal gag and collar, frustrated tears brimming in her eyes.
A prison island, that's what she had been reduced to. Nothing more than a place to sent POWs that could be of no use but as hostages.
Li Shui pulled her hands away from the silencing instrument, and held them as she cried.
Notes:
- Dammam and Al Khbar are two cities in Saudi Arabia. The first is primarily a trading port, and is highly valuable to Saudi Arabia's fishing and international trade. The second is full of residence who work for Saudi Aramco, the world's largest oil company. Rather than crippling Saudi Arabia's population, India as opted to crippling her trade. Which is nearly as bad.
- Xī Hú, aka West Lake is a very large lake in Zhejiang, one of China's oldest provinces. It's also pretty damn close to Japan, once you get over the China Sea. Lots of mountains too, like those stereotypical massive monster mountains you see in movies.
- "Xiansheng", meaning "master" or "sir" but written with the characters for "sensei", is what Hong Kong calls China in canon. Now I think on it it's kind of distancing...
- It is really not hard to put tracking devices in people, under their skin. It is, after all, frequently used on dogs and cats.
- Woah, 50 chapters. Uh. Yay me?
Part 51