Family Ties [Part 71]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): England, Wales, Ireland, Latvia, Quebec and Mexico.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Exposition exposition and aaaaaangst.
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.
Wales stretched until his back popped in three different places, sighing in satisfaction before pulling on his pack. The tents were already being packed up again, ready for the next part of the trek up to Latvia, and he was ready to go. His siblings, however, weren't, and this may have had something to do with the fact that they started with cider and then moved on to shots of Polish vodka. The two very hung over island Nations rubbed at their eyes and slouched their way towards the personal trucks, Ireland hissing at Latvia when he tried to greet her. The poor kid shrank back and gave Wales a terrified look. He just shrugged.
"Fuck off out the way, Artie." the red head grumbled, clambering into the back of the truck and scrubbing at her eyes. "Yeesh. What does Poland make that cac out of?"
"The spirit of Satan himself." Arthur answered wearily, hauling himself on to the truck as the engine started. As Latvia scrambled on himself, Wales sat so his legs hung off the end of the truck as it started forwards. On similar trucks, Czech Republic and Slovakia jumped in the front of a truck, with Austria and Hungary riding in the back with Germany. Hopefully the convoy would get to the border before nightfall, though crossing would probably have to wait until the day after. Darren could see the treads of where the tanks had rumbled through the muddy ground ahead of the rest of the army, clearing the way for them. The sky was gray, foretelling rain later, or even snow as Wales could see his breath. For now it seemed dry apart from for the occasional puddle.
A soft noise sounded from somewhere. Wales checked his phone. For once, that wasn't what was ringing. Ireland took out hers, and shrugged. Latvia raised his hands to show he didn't even have one with him. All eyes turned to England, who cleared his throat, embarrassed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a smart little phone.
"Aaaalways I want to beee with you--" the ringtone was cut off as the younger brother of the UK family flushed bright red and opened his phone, giving a terse "hello?"
The whoosh of static could be heard from where Wales was sitting. England held it away from his ear until it cleared.
"--ngland? Can you hear me?" came India's voice. She sounded stressed and tired.
"I hear you barely, I'm under an information block." England replied, voice raised to shout over the noise.
"Yes I know, I had to break through it." she replied. "I should probably inform you about where the centre of that block is; just outside Bialystok. We've just created a program that locates the centre of the signal, makes breaking through much easier. Send some people over there with a Kyushu decoder later, it's on your way."
"Oh fantastic, thanks." England sighed. "You're a fantastic help, do you know that?"
"Yes, yes, tell me later, I can only keep this channel open for so long." she made an irritable sound, and her accent was slipping back to her native one. "Reason why I'm calling is that Portugal sent word that he's heading your way and will meet you in Russia. He also complained about there being no water on the way but I think the both of you should just suck it up and deal already."
"Okay, okay." the blonde probably would have raised his hands placatingly if he'd been in the same room as the woman. "What are you doing?"
"I'm on my way out to supervise the East Asia meeting as a diplomatic envoy." it was here that her voice became stiff, and Wales could picture the clench of her jaw and the tilt of her head. She was angry. Why was she angry? It seemed like England had the same question, but he didn't voice it. "I won't be calling you back for a while, so I'll wish you luck. Don't do anything stupid. And don't let Portugal do anything stupid either."
"Alright, I promise." the once-empire rested his head against the walls of the truck. "You stay safe too."
"Of course. Phir milenge." And static once again. Ireland sighed.
"She's probably rushed off her feet, poor thing." It was strange to remember that India and Ireland were actually close friends, and had been since the days of empire. Something to do with womanly bonding and similarly detesting England's guts in fits and starts. "Not to mention after what happened to China."
England looked lost. "She's angry because of that?"
His sister shot him a withering look, then rolled her eyes skyward muttering something like "thick as manure and only half as useful" to herself. "They grew up together. Of course she's angry he's gone. Honestly. Men."
The men of the carriage shared looks of similar confusion before shrugging as one.
"I'll just call this in to the gents up front and get them to send an envoy off to Bialystok and get Japan to airlift in a Kyushu then." Arthur shrugged, opening up his phone again. Darren raised a hand mockingly.
"Why aren't we flying straight to Russia?"
Strangely, it was Latvia who replied. "A-all along my b-border there are anti-aircraft g-guns. Th-they're new spec and I d-d-don't know how to work them or neutralise them." He noticed Ireland staring at him, and flushed. "B-but I'll definitely l-let you examine them wh-when we get there!"
'Huh.' thought Wales. 'Cute, but doomed to fail.'
---
Quebec sat in the lounge, staring into his coffee. Did backing down in front of America make him a coward? He inwardly rebelled at the very concept; he was no coward, he'd shot the vodka bastard down in the first place. But America, stupid, bouncy, smiling, terrifying America was all it took to make him back out of the room with his tail between his legs. He sickened himself.
The pleading look at Ukraine gave him wasn't leaving him alone either.
Something heavy obscured his vision, and he spluttered until he yanked off the offending object; a pilot's helmet. Mexico made herself some coffee and sat down opposite him, sipping it quietly. The silence dragged for a while, and his southern cousin seemed to be waiting for him to speak.
"Do you..." he started, and then decided to just go with it. "Do you ever think America might be a little more than unhinged?"
Mexico leveled a long stare at him.
"He's been my neighbour for 400 years." she commented dryly. "And not once have I ever thought the gringo bastard to be anything but totalmente loco." A sip of her coffee. "He has moments when he seems nearly alright to get on with, and then he goes and rants about aliens."
"No, no, I mean, I mean crazy. Like he might kill someone for shits and giggles." Quebec stressed. Again, the darker Nation raised an eyebrow at him.
"You've clearly never been to war with him."
Notes:
- Aaaaaalways I want to beeee with you and make belieeeeve with you and live in harmony harmony OH LOVE!
- Phir milenge is goodbye in Hindi. Or, more specifically, "see you later".
- Filler chapter what filler chapter I'm not dragging this out or anything oh no.
Part 72
Characters (in this chapter): England, Wales, Ireland, Latvia, Quebec and Mexico.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Exposition exposition and aaaaaangst.
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.
Wales stretched until his back popped in three different places, sighing in satisfaction before pulling on his pack. The tents were already being packed up again, ready for the next part of the trek up to Latvia, and he was ready to go. His siblings, however, weren't, and this may have had something to do with the fact that they started with cider and then moved on to shots of Polish vodka. The two very hung over island Nations rubbed at their eyes and slouched their way towards the personal trucks, Ireland hissing at Latvia when he tried to greet her. The poor kid shrank back and gave Wales a terrified look. He just shrugged.
"Fuck off out the way, Artie." the red head grumbled, clambering into the back of the truck and scrubbing at her eyes. "Yeesh. What does Poland make that cac out of?"
"The spirit of Satan himself." Arthur answered wearily, hauling himself on to the truck as the engine started. As Latvia scrambled on himself, Wales sat so his legs hung off the end of the truck as it started forwards. On similar trucks, Czech Republic and Slovakia jumped in the front of a truck, with Austria and Hungary riding in the back with Germany. Hopefully the convoy would get to the border before nightfall, though crossing would probably have to wait until the day after. Darren could see the treads of where the tanks had rumbled through the muddy ground ahead of the rest of the army, clearing the way for them. The sky was gray, foretelling rain later, or even snow as Wales could see his breath. For now it seemed dry apart from for the occasional puddle.
A soft noise sounded from somewhere. Wales checked his phone. For once, that wasn't what was ringing. Ireland took out hers, and shrugged. Latvia raised his hands to show he didn't even have one with him. All eyes turned to England, who cleared his throat, embarrassed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a smart little phone.
"Aaaalways I want to beee with you--" the ringtone was cut off as the younger brother of the UK family flushed bright red and opened his phone, giving a terse "hello?"
The whoosh of static could be heard from where Wales was sitting. England held it away from his ear until it cleared.
"--ngland? Can you hear me?" came India's voice. She sounded stressed and tired.
"I hear you barely, I'm under an information block." England replied, voice raised to shout over the noise.
"Yes I know, I had to break through it." she replied. "I should probably inform you about where the centre of that block is; just outside Bialystok. We've just created a program that locates the centre of the signal, makes breaking through much easier. Send some people over there with a Kyushu decoder later, it's on your way."
"Oh fantastic, thanks." England sighed. "You're a fantastic help, do you know that?"
"Yes, yes, tell me later, I can only keep this channel open for so long." she made an irritable sound, and her accent was slipping back to her native one. "Reason why I'm calling is that Portugal sent word that he's heading your way and will meet you in Russia. He also complained about there being no water on the way but I think the both of you should just suck it up and deal already."
"Okay, okay." the blonde probably would have raised his hands placatingly if he'd been in the same room as the woman. "What are you doing?"
"I'm on my way out to supervise the East Asia meeting as a diplomatic envoy." it was here that her voice became stiff, and Wales could picture the clench of her jaw and the tilt of her head. She was angry. Why was she angry? It seemed like England had the same question, but he didn't voice it. "I won't be calling you back for a while, so I'll wish you luck. Don't do anything stupid. And don't let Portugal do anything stupid either."
"Alright, I promise." the once-empire rested his head against the walls of the truck. "You stay safe too."
"Of course. Phir milenge." And static once again. Ireland sighed.
"She's probably rushed off her feet, poor thing." It was strange to remember that India and Ireland were actually close friends, and had been since the days of empire. Something to do with womanly bonding and similarly detesting England's guts in fits and starts. "Not to mention after what happened to China."
England looked lost. "She's angry because of that?"
His sister shot him a withering look, then rolled her eyes skyward muttering something like "thick as manure and only half as useful" to herself. "They grew up together. Of course she's angry he's gone. Honestly. Men."
The men of the carriage shared looks of similar confusion before shrugging as one.
"I'll just call this in to the gents up front and get them to send an envoy off to Bialystok and get Japan to airlift in a Kyushu then." Arthur shrugged, opening up his phone again. Darren raised a hand mockingly.
"Why aren't we flying straight to Russia?"
Strangely, it was Latvia who replied. "A-all along my b-border there are anti-aircraft g-guns. Th-they're new spec and I d-d-don't know how to work them or neutralise them." He noticed Ireland staring at him, and flushed. "B-but I'll definitely l-let you examine them wh-when we get there!"
'Huh.' thought Wales. 'Cute, but doomed to fail.'
---
Quebec sat in the lounge, staring into his coffee. Did backing down in front of America make him a coward? He inwardly rebelled at the very concept; he was no coward, he'd shot the vodka bastard down in the first place. But America, stupid, bouncy, smiling, terrifying America was all it took to make him back out of the room with his tail between his legs. He sickened himself.
The pleading look at Ukraine gave him wasn't leaving him alone either.
Something heavy obscured his vision, and he spluttered until he yanked off the offending object; a pilot's helmet. Mexico made herself some coffee and sat down opposite him, sipping it quietly. The silence dragged for a while, and his southern cousin seemed to be waiting for him to speak.
"Do you..." he started, and then decided to just go with it. "Do you ever think America might be a little more than unhinged?"
Mexico leveled a long stare at him.
"He's been my neighbour for 400 years." she commented dryly. "And not once have I ever thought the gringo bastard to be anything but totalmente loco." A sip of her coffee. "He has moments when he seems nearly alright to get on with, and then he goes and rants about aliens."
"No, no, I mean, I mean crazy. Like he might kill someone for shits and giggles." Quebec stressed. Again, the darker Nation raised an eyebrow at him.
"You've clearly never been to war with him."
Notes:
- Aaaaaalways I want to beeee with you and make belieeeeve with you and live in harmony harmony OH LOVE!
- Phir milenge is goodbye in Hindi. Or, more specifically, "see you later".
- Filler chapter what filler chapter I'm not dragging this out or anything oh no.
Part 72