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Post by England on Aug 6, 2012 11:05:46 GMT -5
"Don't pull me like that." England ground out, but it came out a lot less forceful than he wished it would. The slight growl in his tone did nothing to cover the exhaustion. His feet hurt from all the walking, running and fighting, and he momentarily considered dropping down into the snow for a minute break. They had to finish this first, though, and then, they could all rest. The thought of sleep was a lot more appealing than a minute break, though, so he figured he may as well get it all over with.
"Alright, go on, take these boxes to Eastport." he grumbled, hoisting himself up into the helicopter and pulling out a large box labelled 'winter gear'. He then handed it to America and made a move to go get a few more. The younger nation could take a bit more weight and they both knew it, and although England could read similar exhaustion in America's eyes, he knew he had to keep pushing until everything got done.
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Post by America on Aug 6, 2012 19:56:05 GMT -5
America took the box and held it, just about to leave. However, he saw England move to get more, so he decided to hang around for a bit until he had enough boxes. He didn't want to keep having to walk back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. No, the more boxes he carried, the faster they would be done. And then they would all be able to rest. He heard the exhaustion in England's voice and he hated it. He hated how they were pushed to the point of nearly collapsing in weariness. He hadn't experienced this sort of tiredness in quite some time, and he had hoped he would never experience it again.
"You fought good and stuff," he said, smiling slightly, despite the heavy box in his hands (and knowing that he would receive a larger load in just a few minutes, seconds, whatever. "Everyone did." And, despite not being the leader as England was, he still felt proud to be working with these nations.
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Post by England on Aug 7, 2012 21:42:46 GMT -5
"Thanks." England quietly acknowledged the praise, his tired gaze doing nothing to fake enthusiasm. He wasn't in the mood for anything. He was just happy enough to be alive and unharmed, and that was all. "You did, too. I'm glad you're unhurt. Not that I didn't trust you to be." Although America got reckless sometimes, England was still clinging to the hope that that perhaps there was a modicum of common sense left in his head, enough to spare his life should things get tight.
"Alright, here. Take these to Eastport while I prepare the next batch." he ordered softly, dropping some more boxes and bubble-wrapped lab equipment on top of the box America was holding. He momentarily retained a yawn that was threatening to overtake his senses, and turned around to return inside, and to be able to yawn wide and free without America seeing him. He felt somewhat bad for letting himself go like this when everybody was obviously just as tired as him. If everybody was able to control themselves, he should be able to, too. Setting the good example, and all that jazz.
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Post by America on Aug 8, 2012 8:57:02 GMT -5
"Got it," America said with a nod. "Um...you get a lot of rest after this. My orders. Some other country can take over while you- we- sleep." Goodness knows how much England liked having control over everything. It was admirable, yes, but America hated seeing him so weary like this. He turned and walked back to the warehouse, the cold nipping at his hands and face, making him even more willing to just stop and curl up in a blanket.
When he reached the warehouse doors, he gently set the boxes down, panting just slightly. "Eastport!" he called out. "Here are some more boxes for you." Hopefully Eastport was still around doing his duties and not leaving Singapore to do everything herself. Not that America thought the micronation had ditched them. Eastport was reliable, as America had come to know, and he would stay until their job was complete.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 8, 2012 13:52:07 GMT -5
The second Eastport heard America calling him, he rushed out of the storage room and into the main building.
"Got it~" He chirped, lifting the box with a grunt, only to stop in his tracks. "And - uh - is Mom doin' alright? He didn't seem - y'know - 'normal' I guess. I mean, he's usually like quick t' snap but he isn't doin' that now. Which I guess is a good thin', but still..." While he really enjoyed ticking off the island nation, he couldn't bring himself to try and do that today. Pissing off England was a pastime, but it felt cruel to try and push his buttons now. Plus, he almost looked ill... And it only sucked for him because he was actually worried about his 'mother' and said parent wasn't telling him anything, as if he was still a child (which wasn't entirely his fault; his biological clock got set back when he turned into a micronation. If he hadn't, he would have been around 20.)
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Post by America on Aug 8, 2012 14:44:53 GMT -5
America was about to turn when Eastport asked him a question. Sighing, America replied, "He's alright. Don't worry. We're just tired, I guess." Tired was a bit of an understatement, though. Which word would work better? Exhausted? Pooped? Ready to just fall over and pass out? No, he didn't want tot ell Eastport any of that. "Yeah. He's tired. That's why we're trying to hurry." And he smiled softly. "He's fine, 'kay? Now, take those boxes back to the storage room I'll bring ya over some more." Without another word, he walked back out in the cold to the helicopter, holding out his arms for some more boxes.
"Eastport's worried 'bout you," he said to England, raising his eyebrows. "He says you're not snapping at him as much as you usually do." And this was said with a small smirk, because it was far too much fun to tease the island nation.
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Post by England on Aug 8, 2012 15:15:34 GMT -5
"W-Worried?" England spluttered, dropping more load into America's arms. "Bloody hell, what's he doing, going around, getting worried about others? He's better off worrying about himself first! And if he thinks I'm not snapping enough at him, I can easily arrange something for him." he huffed, slightly insulted. "What kind of complaint is that?" Although he did admit that he was too exhausted to snap at anyone anymore, the comment came as a slight surprise. Was he prone to snapping at people so much that it had become a norm? That didn't sound like it was a good sign as to what people thought of him...
"W-Whatever. We're almost done here, so let's carry the rest all inside so we can start inventory and get it over with." he suggested, crossing his arms. And just for the sake of pretending he was okay and at his 100% and proving Eastport wrong, he glared at America and verbally jabbed at him. "Go on, are you waiting for something, or can you get moving already?"
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Post by America on Aug 8, 2012 19:17:50 GMT -5
America chuckled slightly at England's sudden change of attitude. Well, that had helped. Even if it was only for now. America knew it was an act, of course, but it was pretty darn good. And England was trying to be normal, to keep the spirits up, to prove that nothing was wrong. That certainly counted for something. Plus, America found it adorable when England acted that way.
"I'm going," he said, shifting the boxes to make it more comfortable. "Also, I love you. You're funny." With a wink, he left once more, shuffling over to the warehouse and setting the boxes down with a sigh. Maybe he was getting old. No, no he was still young and awesome. It was just exhaustion. Resting his hands on his knees for a few seconds, he called out again. "More boxes!" And then he added, "Also, England's cool. He was just snapping at me." Which was so perfectly normal that it warmed America's heart.
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Japan
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Post by Japan on Aug 9, 2012 21:13:46 GMT -5
((Sorry I am late to this. And also, to clear up some confusion (since I had to edit two posts). Japan was in the lab making the vaccine, went to make tea (passed through the Common Room and briefly encountered Eastport), made tea in the kitchen, and then went back to the lab. He is currently in the lab, but will move to the Common Room/toward the labs with the vaccine, since a fair amount of time has passed. I hope this helps, and again, sorry for the random edits and confusion this might have caused ^^; ))
Japan savored the tea, the warmth awakening him instead of making him drowsy. He kept an eye on the vaccine, finishing the tea just as the vaccine itself finished. He smiled at the unintentionally perfect timing, standing and procuring a syringe. He had heard from England in some time aside from the helicopter landing being successful, which meant that either everyone was safe (aside from Seychelles, though she would be soon) or England himself was injured. However, the latter scenario was highly unlikely; no other nation had shown up in a panic or used the PA system to state it. He pulled the correct dosage of the vaccine into the syringe, carefully placing a cap on it to cover the needle before placing it in his lab coat pocket. He then turned towards the door, and exited the lab to the Common Room.
He knew he could administer the vaccine himself if he had to. All scientists were, in a roundabout way, medics as well or at least trained enough in the human anatomy to help in dire situations. However, he would feel far more comfortable if a trained medic administered the vaccine to Seychelles. Japan felt his fatigued state might cause him to make a careless mistake, and though his pride scolded him, he had made the decision to search out a medic...or at least a nation in slightly better condition than he was. Unfortunately, he knew those would be few, considering most of the able-bodied nations were either just coming from the fight or were now helping to unload the helicopter. Still, it was possible that one of the medics had remained behind, and he could only hope that nation would be willing to help.
He wandered into the Common Room, stopping for a moment and leaning against one of the walls. His body demanded rest, certainly not for the first time that day. The effects of the tea were sadly, short-lived. He rested for only a moment, then resumed his trek to the quarantine area. Seychelles' condition would only worsen if he took his time, tired or not. And though he was not entirely responsible for her condition, he would be highly responsible if she did not recover simply because he could not take the forty steps or so from the lab doors into the hospital, then the thirty-eight or so more to the quarantine area.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 10, 2012 13:29:30 GMT -5
Eastport dashed back into the main area after setting the boxes down. He figured he could organize them later.
Upon hearing that England went back to his normal snappy self, a huge smile came over his face. "Really? Great!" He picked the load up with ease, feeling much better after knowing that his 'mother' wasn't as tired or as ill as he thought. But he stopped once again. "Ah! But ya didn't tell 'im like that I was worried 'bout 'im or anythin', right?" His pride was on the line if that spilled. He always acted like he didn't care about England (mostly because England didn't care about his dad that much for a long time) and it was just the way he was. He couldn't have England knowing about his concern!
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Post by America on Aug 10, 2012 20:53:49 GMT -5
America clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "You didn't want him to know that you were worried?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Well, there was a mistake on his part. He had thought it was sweet, though, that Eastport had seemed so concerned about his 'mother-figure' (America still wanted to giggle any time he head England being referred to as 'mother'), but Eastport was a teenaged boy, and teenaged boys weren't all too keen on showing how they felt. And Eastport seemed to like fighting with England, for some reason (feelings still left over from the Revolution, perhaps?).
With a shrug, he said, "Tough luck, he knows. Have fun facing him again later." And he grinned cruelly, simply because he thought it was hilarious to tease Eastport like that, and also because he was too tired to bring himself to care if Eastport took offense or not. He could always apologize in the morning.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 10, 2012 21:03:55 GMT -5
((Eastport just loves picking fights with everyone that will react to him. He just has this thing about pissing people off. XD))
Eastport nodded vigriously, a small blush forming on his cheeks. Of course he didn't want England to know!
But that meant that his face fell when he heard that England knew. "Wh-what?! Y-Y're kidding?! R-Right?! Right?!" He shouted at America's retreating back as he walked back out. "Aw maaaaaaaaaaaan! This sucks!" Complaining to seemingly no one, he put down the box with a small huff and put his hands on his hips. "I can't believe it!" He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
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Post by America on Aug 10, 2012 22:08:21 GMT -5
[[And that's why he's loved. XD]]
America laughed as he walked off, waving over his shoulder. "Sorry!" he called out, still chuckling as he bounded back up to the helicopter, feeling a bit better now that he messed around with Eastport a tad. Messing with people was always a way to lift his spirits. Besides, there would be plenty of time for sleeping later. For now, though, he was content with smiling and trying to stay as happy as he possibly could.
"Back for more boxes!" he exclaimed, holding out his hands. "Eastport's kinda pissy that you know that he was all worried. I guess he takes after you, mother." He emphasized that last word, smirking and waiting for England's reaction (which he hoped would send him laughing right on over to Eastport- laughing seemed to do the trick in making him forget all about his exhaustion.
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Post by England on Aug 10, 2012 22:19:00 GMT -5
"M-Mother!?" England stammered, confused and embarrassed. "W-Where the hell did that come from!?" he asked, confused and slightly insulted at the same time. He took it out on America, of course, by practically throwing the boxes at America without caring much for their contents. Hopefully, one of them would manage to hit him on the head and knock some sense into him. "Please don't refer to me as a maternal figure since, as I'm quite sure you are aware of already, I am a man, thank you very much!" he huffed, glaring at America.
Also, if Eastport was worried and America claimed he took after him...
"And what are you implying!? I don't get worried!" Sometimes. Most of the time, he did. Sometimes, he just trusted the nations not to be total idiots. "Don't be absurd, I don't care what kind of trouble any of you get yourselves in, as long as you don't drag me into it." Alright, so that may have been a bit harsh. Nobody would have to know, though.
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Post by Seychelles on Aug 11, 2012 5:29:57 GMT -5
((Sey doesnt know when too reply but here goes...))
Seychelles coughed. She was getting a headache and was'nt feeling very well. Her eyesight was'nt right. She would start to see things like blood out of nowhere and then it would disapear. She would also get a blury eyesight once in a while. Seychelles layed down and waited for Japan and Austria to return. She cant leave the room even if she wanted to and there was no one to accompany her.
Seychelles then felt her stomach feel weird. She immediately sat up and took the paper bag from the side table and open it, putting it to her mouth, puking. Why was she puking? Seychelles could not understand. After she puked finish, she put the bag on the table and lay down, panting deeply. Where was her medic? Most importantly, where was the antidote? She cant wait.
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