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Post by America on Aug 11, 2012 9:59:03 GMT -5
America caught the boxes in his hands easily, grinning all the while. "Eastport calls you 'mom'," he explained, shifting the gear around in his arms so he could glance over at England. "I dunno, maybe he thinks, like, he's our child or something. Or maybe he found out that it irritates you when he calls you mom, so he does it to see your expression. I mean, that's what I do so it'd make sense if he did that." The superpower smirked, enjoying this probably more than he should be.
"Ah, and you care. Don't kid yourself, England." He laughed at England's denial of ever worrying, knowing just how false it was. England was such a worrywart sometimes. But, hey, that was one of the things he liked about the island nation, so he wasn't going to complain. "Also, how many more boxes I gotta take over there? My arms kinda hurt."
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Post by England on Aug 12, 2012 19:53:01 GMT -5
"O-Our child?" England stammered, a fresh blush bursting to life on his cheeks. "D-Don't say it like that, stupid, it's embarrassing!" he protested without much vigour, and then diverted his gaze, hoping that America wouldn't meet his. "And I don't see why I should be the mother." he complained in a lower voice before turning around and picking up a relatively smaller box and adding it up on America's load, just to spite him.
He also refused to address the comment about him caring, or not. Because it would be very embarrassing to admit that he did care for each and every one of them in their own way. That, and it would be way too sentimental, and people would surely laugh at him if he admitted it.
"We're almost done, fool. Take those, I'll finish up here and join you inside, does that sound good?" he suggested, eager to get inside already.
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Post by America on Aug 13, 2012 15:59:53 GMT -5
"Chill." America raised his eyebrows, an amused look on his face. "I never said he was our child. He just, I dunno. He just likes calling us 'dad' and 'mom'. Didn't know you could push a kid out, Iggy." He grinned, shifting the boxes in his arms. It was all too easy to mess with England. It really, really was. The guy made it easy, for heaven's sakes. "Ah, righto! Thank goodness. You hurry up, though, 'kay?" He winked, walking back to the warehouse.
Once he was inside, he set the boxes down, giving a big sigh of relief. "Eastport, take these in the storage thing," he muttered, sitting on the floor next to the supplies and leaning his head up against the wall. He was more than ready to go to sleep. After showering, of course. He peeled off his jacket, which was still stained with blood and all sorts of strange body parts, depositing it in his lip and wrinkling his nose from the smell. Later. He'd shower in a few minutes. Once he caught his breath and rested for a short while.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 13, 2012 19:48:12 GMT -5
Eastport barely heard the superpower tell him to keep doing his job. The man was quiet; something he never was.
"Uh... right..." He raised a single blonde eyebrow and picked up the box, depositing it in it's rightful place and coming back with a tall glass of water and a towel.
"Here." For once, Eastport actually tried to help. "F'r ya..." He extended one arm (the one with the two objects) to America and picked up the dirty jacket with the other. "I'll take care'a that. Don't worry." With a smile, he chuckled. "If my brother was good f'r one thing, it was that he was like amazing at laundry; I can't believe I'm actually admitting this, but he taught me a lot. So getchur rest, Dad. Let everyone else take care'a things, 'kay?"
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Post by America on Aug 13, 2012 20:34:07 GMT -5
America looked up when Eastport grabbed his jacket and was surprised to see water and a towel. "Uh, well, thanks," he said, feeling a bit awkward to have a small micronation taking care of him, one of the greatest superpowers in the world. He felt terrible about it. Humiliated, perhaps? But he still couldn't bring himself to stop Eastport. No, he actually wanted the help. It was sweet and kind and he wanted to just hug the kid. He wasn't going to, though. He didn't think he'd have the energy to hold him like that.
"You don't have to do that, though," he replied, taking the water and towel from Eastport's hand. "I'll get up in a second and do it. I just needed..." He ran his fingers through his dirty, messy hair before taking a sip of the water, feeling so exhausted and, god, why couldn't he just go to sleep and wake up magically clean and refreshed and..."Sorry," he murmured, not meeting the micronation's eyes. "I don't know why I'm so tired, and I'm just..." He trailed off, taking a few more sips of water and not exactly knowing what to say.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 13, 2012 20:54:56 GMT -5
Eastport rolled his eyes. "I dunno why y're apologizin'." Playfully, he punched America's arm with a smile. "'N y're tired cuz ya fought hard. That's why. Everyone 'ere's been fighting hard 'n y'all deserve a break." He sat down, leaning his head against the broad shoulders that he always looked up to. It felt strange, showing so much outward affection, but it felt just a certain kind of right. "Besides, even you can't keep up a cheerful attitude when exhausted. I think me 'n all the other older cities know that well." With a sigh, he jumped up and started walking towards where he assumed was where he could wash clothes. "So take a break. Ya deserve it."
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Post by America on Aug 14, 2012 12:49:47 GMT -5
America smiled at Eastport's affectionate attitude all of a sudden. He hadn't seen that from the boy in many, many years. Once the micronation jumped back up, America gave him a fond look, wondering how on earth he got so lucky. He was surrounded by friends and people who cared about him, people who would always look after him. It warmed his heart to know that. Running the towel across his face and attempting to make it look even a tad bit cleaner, America chuckled. "I'm not usually this tired, though," he explained. "Haven't been for a while." A long, long while. He used to get exhausted during wars, yes, but that hadn't happened recently.
Sighing, he closed his eyes. "'M getting up soon," he assured. "I just need to sit here for a second and then I'll be okay." Oh, but the more he sat here, the more he wanted to stay sitting. The floor seemed like such a good spot to just sleep right now. Screw going to his bed, this was good enough. At least for the moment.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 14, 2012 13:44:09 GMT -5
Eastport blushed a bit at the look America was giving him, eventually resorting to scratching his cheek and looking away. "A-And it is a different sorta battle. So y're gonna be a different sorta tired."
He exhaled deeply and tugged lightly on Nantucket with a pout. "Ya should just stay there if y're tired. I mean, who's gonna yell atcha? Sure, Mom might get a bit pissy, but really. He's as tired as you are."
Realizing he could've gotten a whole lot of trouble for doing that, he backed off and turned around. "So just stay there. When you feel like it, head back t' y're bunk." He mumbled an added "If ya want, that is..." to the end just so he wouldn't get in trouble for bossing around his father-figure.
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Post by America on Aug 14, 2012 20:28:40 GMT -5
"No, I'm getting up." And, true to his word, America did stand up, his entire body wailing at the movement and begging with him to just fall asleep wherever. He sighed, gulping down the rest of his water and flinging the towel over his shoulder. He didn't want to fall asleep with so much blood and dirt caked to him. He needed to wash himself off before taking a rest. Besides, perhaps a nice, hot shower would make him feel a little better. It would at least help with his aching bones.
He rubbed at his eyes tiredly, willing himself to put on a more cheerful attitude, at least until he was able to collapse in bed. "I need to take a shower. If you, uh...wanna give something to England when he comes in, that'd be nice." He himself wanted to wait for England to come in, but he knew he would probably fall asleep or something. He just wanted to sleep. He'd spend more time with England (and Eastport) in the morning. "After I'm done, I'm gonna head straight on to bed, so...I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow, 'kay?" He grinned, gently punching Eastport's shoulder. "You did good, Eastport. Real good."
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Post by Japan on Aug 14, 2012 23:06:20 GMT -5
((No worries Seychelles! Japan is on his way~))
The forty steps to the hospital area felt more like forty thousand, though Japan did his best not to think about it as he passed through the Common Room. Around him, it seemed the others were busy unloading the supplies or resting from their encounter with the zombies. He was fairly sure that none of them were injured, but as he walked he waited for his name to be called and a quiet (or not-so-quiet) demand for help. Relief flooded through him when no such call came. Prepared as he was for others to potentially be hurt, he would rather not see his fellow nations suffering the way England had before his first dosage. Seychelles surely was feeling nauseated and feverish, at least...and to him that meant that too much time had already passed.
He pushed through the doors of the hospital, slightly concerned that he had not run into any of the few medics that resided in the warehouse. Perhaps they too were assisting in the unloading of the supplies, but it was still unsettling to see not even one present when Seychelles was confined to quarantine. He pushed the thought aside, recalling England's orders over the PA system. The supplies were important and needed every able-bodied person, and he could certainly administer the vaccine himself despite his fatigue. He was certain that he was not the only one feeling exhausted, especially now. He made a mental note to check up on his fellow nations, despite there being any indication of injuries.
Finally, after what felt like a miniature millennium, he pushed through the door of the quarantine area, grabbing a pair of gloves on his way in. "Seychelles-san, I apologize for keeping you waiting, but the vaccine is ready. I started to create it as soon as I left England-san." He noted the filled bag by the side of the bed, then made his way over to stand beside the other nation. He glanced to the side of the bed, then grabbed a small piece of cloth and the antibacterial, wetting the cloth and putting the disinfectant aside after closing it. Being hasty would only cause mistakes and waste precious resources, he reminded himself. He carefully removed the syringe from his pocket, the light green dose seeming to glow under the florescent lighting.
He then turned his attention back to Seychelles, not entirely sure how much of his words she was comprehending. He spoke, trying to both reassure her and himself that he was absolutely certain of what he was doing. Under normal circumstances, he would not have felt the need to question himself so, but the heaviness in his limbs made him twice as cautious, even if he wasn't entirely conscious of every second of it. "I will need to disinfect the skin before inserting the needle." Without apologizing--normally, he would, but this was medicine, not an improper invasion of personal space--he took her arm and gently cleaned the skin, simultaneously uncapping the syringe with a soft click. Placing the used cloth aside to be disposed of later, he turned his full concentration back to Seychelles. Blinking away hours-that-felt-like-decades of fatigue, he slid the needle into her skin, finding his mark perfectly before slowly pushing down on the plunger to release the vaccine. Once the light green had all but disappeared from the syringe, he removed the needle, simultaneously releasing a breath he had not realized he had been holding. He used a small band-aid to cover the puncture, a relieved smile touching his lips. It would take a little time for the vaccine to take full effect, but Seychelles was no longer in danger.
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Post by Singapore on Aug 15, 2012 8:37:29 GMT -5
Singapore quietly carried the boxes to and fro. She sighed as she was left out again by the westerners. She shrugged it off and continued her work. Then, when she was about to pick up another box, she saw Japan walk to the hospital area. Did he have the vaccine ready for Seychelles? She wondered of she could go to her and check on her. She looked at the angmos carrying the boxes around and talk among themselves. It probably wouldn't hurt if she left for a second or two to check on Seychelles.
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Post by England on Aug 15, 2012 10:23:57 GMT -5
England didn't know when was the last time he'd felt so relieved. As he took the last of the boxes in his arms and struggled to get down the helicopter and onto firm ground, he could practically hear the sweet promises of respite that the blowing wind whispered in his ears.
Walking as fast as his legs could take him, England made the trip back to the warehouse without any further problems and all but stumbled inside, sighing in relief when he finally deposited the boxes on the ground.
"Now that that's done with. Thank you for your help, America." he stretched, and immediately started ridding himself of his dirty winter clothing. Now that would take a lot of laundry sessions to clean. "Alright. Eastport, if you could just retrieve the inventory list and accompany me to the storage room? We need to do inventory right now to make sure we've got everything we need." Of course, all that he really needed right now was sleep, but that was a detail- he had to finish up everything he was working on first.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 15, 2012 14:50:15 GMT -5
Eastport blushed a bit and muttered inaudible thanks under his breath from the compliment. Very rarely did he receive praise, and he never knew what to do when he received it. He scratched his cheek and scuttled off (like his favorite marine animal) to the kitchen to grab some more water and towels. He came back out just in time for England to rattle off more orders. Yay inventory duty.
"Got it, got it. But first here." More shoved than gave, Eastport handed over the extra towel and class of water. "'Ere. I had extras. So take 'em." With a small glare, he ran off to the storage room to complete his orders.
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Post by America on Aug 15, 2012 15:10:14 GMT -5
America watched Eastport leave in a hurry (the kid certainly took after England when it came to being embarrassed, that was for sure) before turning to England, giving him a smirk. "Busy, busy, aren't ya?" he asked, removing his goggles from around his neck and placing them down with the rest of England's winter clothes. And, just because he still felt dirty, he tore his sweater off, now only clad in a t-shirt and dirty pants. He probably looked horrid. Unable to bring himself to care, he simply went back to staring at England.
"Get some rest," he finally muttered, looking the nation up and down. "You're sleepy, and sleepy people need sleep!" He gestured over to where Eastport had gone off to. "We can tell him that we'll complete the inventory in the morning. A few hours of sleep won't ruin anything, though." He thought they all needed a rest. Eastport, himself, England, and whoever else was still roaming the warehouse after such an exhausting battle
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Post by England on Aug 15, 2012 15:28:02 GMT -5
England accepted the towel and water, surprised, but grateful. He chugged the water down first, and then ruffled his hair with the towel, wincing when blood and body matter came off of it in chunks.
"We can rest when we're done. I mean, you're free to go and take a shower, one that you desperately need, may I add, but I'll just finish this and then I'll join you. It's really all Eastport and I for now." he then replied to America, dropping all his stuff at the front door to clean them later. Maybe he would ask the groundskeepers to do the laundry. That would be nice of them. "The pilots can't stay overnight, because their helicopter will get snowed in for sure, so we really need to get everything done and see them and Eastport off as soon as possible. But if you do come across other nations, give them the green light so that they can relax and hit the showers as well. I'll be doing inventory in the storage room if you need me for any reason." he announced before shrugging off his wet boots and shuffling towards the storage area, where Eastport had also headed.
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