[Turkey fiddles with the SFC for a few moments before giving up with a scoff, carelessly tossing it over to the corner of one of the safehouses where it clicks on to display an awkward angle of the Turkish nation fussing with a roll of bandages. He's got half of them wrapped around his midsection, part of the roll clenched tightly between his teeth ( Read more... )

Oy-oy-oy! Don't ya people go off adventurin' in tha' ship withou' me! Don' leave an old man hangin' in the dust while ya go discoverin' ol' pirate treasure! If any of ya fools 're goin' out on tha' boat, I want in. Pronto. I migh' be old but I've sailed 'round on the seas myself, righ' Iceland?

Japan?

[Pause.]Ah, 'n Altaïr! S'finished. Wha' ( Read more... )

[When the feed clicks on, Turkey peers into the lens with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, the pale white mask hiding his eyes--and in turn, what he was really thinking. Behind him sits a small mountain of boxes labeled with various letters. The walls are covered in a fresh coat of paint (and the country himself to a point), so he was just ( Read more... )