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Post by America on Jul 26, 2012 19:55:54 GMT -5
America went back to the helicopter, passing England on his way, and reaching it just in time to hear Eastport complaining about not helping or something. Raising his eyebrows, America shrugged. "Don't matter to me if you carry a box with you," he said, climbing in the helicopter and grabbing two lighter boxes, which he stacked in the micronation's arms. "Just don't drop 'em. There might be important stuff in there." And feeling he was being a bit too snappish, he glanced up, making sure England was out of earshot when he muttered, "If it's tea, throw it into the harbor." He finished his sentence with a wink then reached back in the helicopter.
He only wanted to get the heavy stuff. Lichtenstein didn't deserve to carry all that. Besides, he was far too courteous to make a girl as young as herself do hard work. So he grabbed the heaviest boxes he could, managing to stack three of the big ones on top of each other before jumping down from the helicopter again. He was torn between happiness (for finally having supplies) and annoyance (for having to do more and more work).
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 31, 2012 9:50:36 GMT -5
Eastport fist-pounded the air, very, VERY grateful that his father-figure was such a cool person.
"I promise I won't!" He pouted slightly, but relaxed when America reminded him of Boston's little excursion all those centuries ago. "Got it." He winked back, almost floating over to get a box.
He picked up a fairly heavy one (he was strong, but not nearly as strong as America) and walked it back into warm warehouse, setting it down next to the ones previously there.
His heart dropped when the realization that he had to stay inside hit him. Great. Just greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. Simply what he always wanted to do.
"Man... now I have t' wait in here..." He sulked in a chair, hand on his chin. "No fun..."
I know! England's such a stick in the mud![/color]
"Keh. I know." Eastport scoffed, looking away. "But he didn't look... right." In his mind's eye, he remembered the weary and tired look on his face when he was fighting. He hadn't seen that face in centuries... Not since he was an empire at the very least. He looked exhausted: mentally, physically and emotionally. Was the situation that bad here? Even America looked tired, and he was America!
Now that ya mention it... Everyone kinda looked off.[/color]
"Somethin's happenin' 'ere that we weren't told about back in Europe. I think it might be worse 'n we think."
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Post by Singapore on Aug 1, 2012 5:59:59 GMT -5
Singapore sat next to Seychelles and wondered how she was doing.
"Seychelles, please rest a bit. I think the other nations are doing something outside." Singapore told her.
She stood up and waved to Seychelles as she left. When she was about to go out, she noticed another nation looking a little down. Singapore looked outside, then at the nation. He seemed like a young nation now that she looked at Eastport, but Singapore couldn't say much about that, afterall, she was quite young as well. If her guess was correct, England told him to stay inside. She walked over to Eastport.
"Hi, Eastport is it?" asked Singapore putting her accent in. "Uncle England told you to stay inside huh?"
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 1, 2012 21:32:03 GMT -5
Eastport looked up at the girl in front of him. She was the one he had been fighting with and if he could remember, her name was... Singapore, he believed? He wasn't quite sure, but was going to call her that anyway, like he normally did with people. Plus, her accent kind of gave it away.
"Yeah." He groaned, glaring at the door where other nations were bringing in boxes. "I wanna help but he told me t' stay inside... somethin' 'bout it being too cold'r whatever."
Unceremoniously, he flopped back, his entire aura dark. "I really wanna help 'n I can ACTUALLY HELP f'r once, but he won't let me... It's like whenever I c'n actually do something right, no one will let me do it. But when I have a high chance'a screwin' somethin' up, that's the only thing people want me to do!"
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Post by Singapore on Aug 2, 2012 5:42:30 GMT -5
Singapore giggled at the boy's outburst. Not that it was funny, but he just reminded her of herself when she was younger. She looked at the boy and smiled at him.
"Well, I wouldn't call this a plan Eastport didi, but you can help me!!" Singapore beamed at him. She got so excited, she let her accent leak out a little more. "You see, I was planning to go outside and help, but I dunno if I strong enough. Cuz just now, got zombie everywhere, so very jialat. I know Uncle England is very ngeow one, so you just help me lah! If he go complain, then I'll kena get the scolding loh!"
She hoped he understood that she was asking assistance to help her. I mean, this guy is going to be an adult someday! He's going to learn sooner or later to take responsibility. Why not now?
((jialat: it's an adjective to describe a dangerous situation. Ngeow: fussy. Kena: I don't really know how to explain this one, but I guess it's kind of like an exaggeration, for that sentence, just replace it with 'just'. Lah and loh are just something we Singaporeans use to end sentences.))
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Post by England on Aug 2, 2012 8:52:55 GMT -5
England counted down the number of boxes that were left, hoping that it would decrease faster if he did so. He wasn't sure if it was working, but at least it occupied his mind a little more. His extremities were already red, frozen and numb (unpleasant memories, really), and he was looking forward to getting everything done so he could go get some sleep.
On one of his many trips back to the warehouse, he decided that all of them were going to deserve a couple of days off duty afterwards. Couldn't have any of them going crazy because they have been overworked, right?
Stepping into the main room, he set down his load of boxes at the entrance, and stretched, groaning when his bones popped. He was getting too old for this. Peeking around for a second, he noticed that Eastport was a bit further off, chit-chatting with the Nation he quickly identified as Singapore. Now, he really didn't want to complain, or lecture, or anything, but...
"Eastport, I thought you wanted to be given orders." he crossed his arms and looked at him crossly as he approached the two younger Nations. "And when I gave you some, you didn't even carry them out. You can't get picky, lad. I need someone to carry these boxes into the storage room, and that someone can only be you. Singapore can help you, right, Singapore? You two get this done as soon as possible, please." he then clapped his hands a couple of times. "Chop-chop. Those supplies aren't going to put themselves away, and those zombies out there aren't going to kill themselves anytime soon. We still have a lot of work to do." he sighed softly.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 2, 2012 12:01:57 GMT -5
Eastport jumped on the opportunity almost literally. "What?! Really?! Y'r gonna let me help ya?!"
His body shot up, landing his feet perfectly on the ground. "I'll head right back out-" He was cut off by England's eye-daggers and lecturing voice.
"Uh, yeah, y'did. Y' told me t' quote: 'be inside' so I could take inventory and I had t' fight to be able t' take even a few boxes in with me." He glared back at England, but softened up a bit, understanding that the man must be completely exhausted and couldn't really deal with him right now. "But I'll be more 'n happy to listen t' y'r new orders, Mom~" With a smile, Eastport walked back outside, but turned around for only a half second to quickly add: "And y' should get some rest y'rself. Even you're not invincible."
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Post by America on Aug 2, 2012 18:08:14 GMT -5
America made it to the warehouse again just as Eastport came outside. With a sigh, the superpower carefully set the boxes down (he still had no idea if any of them were fragile or not). "I thought England told you to stay inside. Or did I tell you that?" He blinked. "Maybe we both did." Huh. He wasn't exactly sure anymore. Was he really that tired? The thought slightly scared him- how could he, such a strong world power, become so exhausted fighting off some zombies and carrying a few boxes? It really wasn't like him at all. He was a hero. One of the largest countries in the world, huge army, victorious in many wars...
Except that wasn't him anymore. Now he was just like everyone else. Now all his people were gone, either living in Europe or Asia, or turned into a zombie. He had no army left over here. His country was probably in complete ruins.
With a groan, he slapped his hand to his face, unable to comprehend the fact that he might not be all too powerful anymore, especially if that little fight wore him out. "You know what, just...do something with these boxes." He gave one of them a small kick. "I'm busy bringing them over. So stay in this general area-" He motioned around the warehouse. "And bring all the boxes in." Or, since England was inside, maybe the island nation had given Eastport specific orders. "Unless England already told you to do something. And, so, uh...yeah, do that."
Ah, he couldn't even give orders correctly anymore. Was he really that useless now? Lovely.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 2, 2012 22:06:43 GMT -5
Eastport's blonde eyebrow raised a bit as he picked another box up, this one slightly heavier than the last. He grunted a little and walked beside America (and subsequently hated how tiny he was in comparison). "Uh... I think both'a'ya did, bu' Mom seemed a bit more mad at me."
He felt kind of bad; the superpower was clearly really, REALLY tired and he sounded like he just wanted to go to bed.
That's it!
"Ah! Dad! Why doncha let me n' th' other nations handle this? I mean, you n' Mom seem kinda tired, and I'm not that weak, so I c'n handle it!"
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Post by America on Aug 3, 2012 8:08:49 GMT -5
"I'm not tired!" America exclaimed, quickly giving Eastport a grin. "Since when do I get tired from something like this?" Since now, apparently, but he didn't want Eastport to know. He didn't want to be treated like he was crippled or invalid or, heaven forbid, weak. Especially not in front of Eastport. He had to be stronger than that. "'Sides, we don't got much more left to do, maybe." Actually, they probably did, what with all those boxes stacked up in the helicopter. "It won't take too long, and then we'll be done and I'll still have energy left to do even more!"
Ha. No he wouldn't. He was getting worn out just finishing this. Plus, he really wanted a shower. he really wanted all this blood and brains and gore off of him. And then he'd fall asleep in his bed and he wouldn't wake up for as long as he possibly could stay asleep and then everything would be absolutely perfect.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 3, 2012 9:59:20 GMT -5
Eastport wasn't buying it. His brows furrowed and he bore a hole in America's body with his glare. He wasn't going to outright say that America was lying, but he wasn't going to make it water under the bridge.
"Yeah, okay." He said curtly. "'N I guess we have a bit more... But if y're sure ya can handle it..." He trailed, making sure he was watching his father very carefully in case something happened. He wasn't quite expecting him to fall over or something, but just in case...
"Still, be a bit careful. Ya fought hard 'nd 'r probably at least a lil' tired."
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Post by England on Aug 3, 2012 10:03:36 GMT -5
"Kids." England huffed, running a hand through his hair and regretting the move when he had to flick blood and gray matter off his hand right afterwards. He'd dealt with kids for too long now. And you'd think he'd have gotten used to it by now, but no. England was just as horrible with kids as he used to be when they discovered the New World.
"Thanks for taking care of things here, Singapore." he quietly thanked her before spinning on his heel and heading right back out. Thankfully, Eastport hadn't gotten far as America had stopped him. England waltzed right up to them and crossed his arms, looking down at Eastport (noticing with dismay that he was getting taller, when did this happen, when was the last time he even bothered checking up on small details like that, soon, he'd be taller than himself and would he even notice?).
"Eastport, I thought I told you to move the boxes I left inside, at the entrance to the storage room. Now you've left poor Singapore by herself." he made a disapproving 'tch' noise with his tongue, but couldn't muster up the energy to actually get irritated at Eastport. Getting angry required energy that he didn't have anymore. "Listen, just don't go out. It's still cold, and you're not equipped. We can have like a checkpoint system. I'll pass things to America, America will take them to you, and you'll take them to Singapore so she can put them in the storage room. Don't go out further, though." he suggested, a suggestion that sounded more like a hushed order.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 3, 2012 10:19:28 GMT -5
England puffed out his cheek, walking a bit faster. "Yer fault f'r not makin' it clear enough..." He grumbled, not pushing his luck. He did follow through, though, and carried his boxes to the large (and very empty) storage room. He carefully maneuvered it towards the side of the wall, keeping a large path open.
"I don't get 'im..." He sighed, already working on bringing more boxes in. It was menial labor, but hey, he was doing something. "'N this checkpoint thing might actually work... An idea'a Mom's, actually working. Huh. Odd."
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Post by America on Aug 3, 2012 10:45:35 GMT -5
Well, that worked. And it would make America's job a lot easier. Actually, it would make everyone's job a lot easier. Pleased that England interfered, America watched Eastport go before turning to England. "Thanks," he muttered, rubbing at his cheeks in an attempt to warm his face up more. "Maybe this will let everything go faster." The sooner they finished, the better.
He grabbed England's arm and dragged him back to the helicopter, determined to do this thing quickly. "Now! Hand me the boxes like you said you would and I'll take them to Eastport and everything will be awesome!" He could put off being tired for now. He could put it off until he finished the task set before him.
Eastport was right on the mark when he stated how tired America was. Not that the superpower would want to show it. No, he was going to do this and do it right.
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Post by Singapore on Aug 5, 2012 10:32:11 GMT -5
((sorry! I haven't been replying recently!))
Singapore sighed. The European nations seem to desert the Asian nation again. Well, at least she was given an order. She took a box an balanced it out in her hands. She quikly walked to the storage room and settled the box down. Then she went back again just in time to see America drag England out. She gave a confused look to Eastport. Then she simply shrugged and continued carrying the boxes to the storage room.
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