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Post by England on Aug 1, 2012 10:21:23 GMT -5
"Maybe." England grunted noncommitally, mentally deploring the loss of feeling in his butt cheeks. Sitting on the snow definitely hadn't been his smartest idea yet. "It's very different up here for a lot of us. Actually I'd even go as far as to say that the only nations really equipped for surviving here are your brother, the Scandinavian bunch, and Russia. The rest of us- we're just guessing and fumbling and falling and trying our best to not kill ourselves somehow."
He then shook his head, sighing hopelessly. When would America understand that skill was fine, unless you got overwhelmed? He just wanted him -all of them- to understand that this threat was very real and very potent, and could very possibly be the end of them all, them, the people that had so far thought themselves immortal.
"It doesn't matter. Don't go out alone ever again." Please, he added mentally, I need to know you're safe. "Rules exist for a reason. I believe in you, and your weapon mastery, and your fighting skill, but numbers pose a threat, too. You won't last against an army of a hundred zombies, not alone, you won't. And if you're all alone, and you are ambushed by said army... What will you do? No means of contact, can't run, you fight until you're weary and exhausted." a shiver racked his body. "And when your movements get sluggish, three of them will grab you, and another will sink its teeth in your arm."
England took a deep breath and exhaled in a puff of white.
"Do you know why zombies always have bits and pieces of their bodies missing? It's not just because the muscles and tissues rot and fall off. Zombies don't just bite, they eat. And if they get their teeth into anything human, they will pull, tear, and chew. And you know almost as well as me that re-growing muscles is a bitch. If you're not already on your way to becoming a zombie yourself, lying on the ground and bleeding your veins out, unable to move because all that's left on your legs are bones and cartilage."
(England wanted to throw up.)
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Post by America on Aug 1, 2012 11:48:13 GMT -5
Once England had finished with his more-than-gruesome description, America glanced over at him, eyes bright and wide. He didn't want England to worry about him, but it sounded as if the island nation already was. Or, at least, he was worried for all the countries, for everyone around the warehouse at the moment. And America hadn't followed the rules of grabbing a buddy and, if England hadn't found him, who knows how long they would be searching for him? And there was the possibility of zombies attacking or freezing up or getting lost or something. And then everyone would worry more and they'd probably fuss at him until his ears bled.
"I...I guess I was just, uh..." Not thinking? Bored? Sick of rules? America trailed off, now looking in front of him again, waiting for a fish to bite so he could reel it in and then they would go home and be safe and sound.
Why had he come out here without a buddy? Obviously he wasn't thinking, that was for sure, but even he wasn't that stupid to not realize that zombies could still attack and, without a friend by his side, it would be dangerous to fight, especially if the number of zombies was an overwhelming amount. He felt really bad, really stupid, and shifted slightly where he sat, face turning red from embarrassment.
"I guess I'm kinda an idiot today," he chuckled, glancing up at the sky before back over at his fishing pole and sighing. But admitting he was an idiot wasn't going to change anything. "I won't let the zombies ever get me, though," he finally stated. "Remember, I said I wouldn't leave you. So, duh, no zombies will be getting me anytime soon! If they were to come without a buddy by my side, I have a good amount of speed! So don't worry, okay?" He smiled, looking back at England. "It's all good now, right?"
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Post by England on Aug 1, 2012 15:08:49 GMT -5
"You're an idiot all the bloody time." England corrected without faltering a single second. "Thankfully, I'm around to keep you in check. That way, if we do get attacked by zombies, I can run and get backup, and you can be my decoy." Which wasn't exactly what England had in mind (in reality, he was mostly considering grabbing America by the ear and tugging until they were both running like their life depended on it, which, technically, it was), but it would do.
"It's good thing you didn't get hurt, or anything, or I would've had to lecture you about it, and the last thing I want to do is remind you how senseless you can be sometimes." he also hoped he'd never have to remind him how important he was to him, and how much he would hate himself if anything happened to him. "Besides, this isn't happening again. If ever you want to go out after this, I expect you to grab someone. Willingly or unwillingly, it's up to you, but someone has to come with you, understood? In the worst case scenario, you could ask me." and he may or may not have hushed a little at that last bit.
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Post by America on Aug 1, 2012 19:30:34 GMT -5
"Well, you came along, didn't ya?" America asked, grinning. "But, alright, next time I'll just pick you up, literally, and drag you out with me to go fishing in the freezing cold. Next time, we'll go at, like, four in the morning. Maybe the fishies won't be dead then." He laughed at his own joke, finding it hilariously funny, like he always was. In his mind, anyway. And then he thought back over England's other words. "Wait...decoy?"
He was about to say more (he was about co complain about being treated as a decoy) when the fishing pole jerked in his hands. "Aw, hell yeah!" he exclaimed loudly, standing up and beginning to reel the fish in. "See? I told you I might get something! And it'll be a huge-ass fish and we can all have enough for dinner and...and..." He sighed when he finally caught sight of the fish, and continued reeling it out the rest of the way.
"Salmon." He removed the fish from the hook after it's thrashing had died down and stared at it. It probably didn't even reach three pounds, just from the feel and look at it. "This thing is a tiny salmon." He frowned, a bit disappointed that he couldn't get a bigger catch.
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Post by England on Aug 2, 2012 8:58:05 GMT -5
England crossed his arms, unimpressed, and sighed. He really wanted to say 'I told you so', but the gentleman inside of him complained about how childish that would be.
"Well, that's not going to feed you, we know that much. Maybe Sealand will be alright with it. Really, anything we can get is a blessing and an advantage. That fish may save our lives one day." and he didn't know why he was trying to cheer America up, but he just did. "Besides, now that we have this fish, I will no longer require your services as decoy. We can run, and this thing can be our decoy. It would've been preferable is it had stayed alive, but... no matter. Meat is meat, and zombies will sink their teeth into anything." he shrugged. "So. Do you want to keep trying, or should we call it a day?"
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Post by America on Aug 2, 2012 17:56:16 GMT -5
America stared at the fish in his hands, then shrugged. "Doubt we'll get much of anything else," he muttered. "I mean, I know fishermen are supposed to stay out and keep trying and blah, blah, blah, but it's too cold to do that." Plus, the puny catch sort of ruined all enthusiasm he had for fishing. England's words cheered him up, but only slightly. He wanted to catch something big, and then everyone would be proud of him (England would be proud of him) and they'd praise him and bow down to him and proclaim him their hero.
With a shrug, America dumped the fish in the bucket he had brought along (it was a rather large bucket, since he assumed he would be getting a rather large fish). "We're calling it a day," he said. "Next time, I'll catch something awesome. Like a shark. And then I'll catch another salmon and we'll have a pet." Salmon this tiny were hardly worth eating, anyway. America figured he might be able to get two bites into the thing before it was all gone.
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Post by England on Aug 3, 2012 9:53:15 GMT -5
"I'd rather not keep a huge pet saltwater fish in the warehouse, thank you very much." England commented. "It would stink. And Spain would have my head if I let anything get unsanitary in there." he then decided that it was time to bring back feeling in his lower regions and pushed himself off the ground with a groan. "Ah, that's cold." he complained, dusting (snowing?) himself off. "Also, I hope you never catch a shark. Because if we start getting sharks in rivers, then something must be really wrong somewhere in the ecosystem."
Also, America would most probably want to keep it, and even less than keeping a pet salmon did England want to keep a pet shark. The pets the nations brought with them were more than enough already.
"Huh, maybe Canada's pet bear will enjoy that salmon. Like a treat." he suggested in mid-thought. "At least you found a way to entertain yourself. Doing nothing but thinking about zombies will turn you paranoid and obsessed, so I'm glad you came out here to get some fresh air, despite not advising anyone, despite not taking a partner along, and despite not having reached your goal and dream of catching a huge salmon we could all cook on an open fire afterwards." that wouldn't be happening anytime soon, nope.
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Post by America on Aug 3, 2012 10:35:11 GMT -5
America smirked at all those 'despites' that England gave. "Well," he said, packing up his fishing gear. "I caught something, we had a good time, and no one was hurt. That's a win-win situation. Or a win-win-win. Or just a plain win." He straightened up, carrying all the gear in one hand and the bucket in his other hand, flashing a grin to England. "Canada's bear might enjoy it. Maybe we could split it up between a few of the pets. 'Course, I don't know what other pets everyone else has."
He supposed it didn't really matter much anyway. Someone would eat the fish, and America assumed they would thank him kindly for it. Otherwise he might have to remind them just who caught it. Besides, like England said, it was nice to catch some fresh air and not have to really worry about zombies all too much.
Shifting the bucket to his left hand, with all the fishing gear, America reached out with his free arm and grabbed England's hand. "Next time, I'll invite you with me and we'll tell everyone where we're going, then we'll catch a a fish or two and we'll make a fire out here and cook 'em!" He swung their arms. "Won't that be fun?"
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Post by England on Aug 6, 2012 18:47:49 GMT -5
"No one's hurt, sure." Not yet, at least. England was a very (perhaps too much?) cautious person, bordering on paranoid. So of course he didn't believe America's words too much. He would let him stay innocent, though, with as much innocence as he could salvage, of course.
"Although cooking them on an open fire is a bad idea, since, you know... The smoke could attract zombies, and we certainly don't want our party crashed by a horde of undead. Also, I think it would be advisable to wait until spring rolls around to attempt anything outside, as I believe it is a bit too cold to stay anywhere but under some warm, comfortable covers all day long." He wasn't keeping track of the days, but he knew he'd seen more than enough snow already- wasn't spring coming yet?
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Post by America on Aug 6, 2012 22:24:12 GMT -5
Well, that was a good point. The smell of food cooking was sure to draw the zombies closer to them, as well as the smoke and fire and...everything, really. America held back a groan. He wasn't able to do anything without the zombies coming and ruining his fun. He was forced to stay indoors, only coming outside on rare occasions for recreational activities and, even then, he had to keep silent and stay around the general area of the warehouse, or at least have a partner with him.
"This sucks," he said. "I wanna do something fun. I'm used to just going outside and doing something. like riding roller coasters or shooting off fireworks or attending a fair or rock climbing or picnics or...or..." He trailed off, shrugged. "Or other stuff." The sooner they got rid of the zombies, the better. Still, he was never one to be pessimistic. He wanted to look on the bright side of things, no matter what. "Maybe we can cook the fish inside," he muttered, then realized the absolute absurdity of that statement. Of course they'd cook the fish inside. Blushing just a bit, he corrected himself. "I mean, like, in the fire in the common room. We can cook the fish and then maybe roast some s'mores. It'll be just like being outside, except...it won't be outside."
Because a sentence never was complete without him stating the obvious.
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Post by England on Aug 7, 2012 20:47:05 GMT -5
"Well I'm sorry I'm just looking out for your wellbeing and safety, I mean, shooting off fireworks and riding rollercoasters would absolutely not get us spotted by zombies that may potentially either eat us alive or turn us into one of their own and it would be completely worth it, of course." England bristled, feeling guilty all of a sudden. He knew that nothing he could ever do would make the nation feel 'at-home' in the warehouse, and that they would be able to do nothing but fight until the menace was gone.
"Listen, just... we're trying. We're all trying, alright?" he added a bit more quietly, looking away. "All of us want to be able to lay on the ground and sleep under the stars without having to worry. All of us want to have picnics and shoot fireworks. All of us want to go swimming, biking, hiking and rock climbing without a single worry." he turned to America and gently took his face in his hands, suddenly longing to touch him. "But we can't have that. We can't have any of that as long as we're still alive and fighting these monsters. We will reach it one day, but until then... please, just please stay safe..."
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Post by America on Aug 8, 2012 9:02:38 GMT -5
America felt guilty for making England upset like this. He hadn't meant anything by what he said. Well, maybe he was a bit bored with the way things were, but he knew there was nothing they could do about the current situation until all the zombies were taken care of. And, even then, they'd have to go over the welfare of their citizens and build their countries back up before they can stop to have some sort of exciting fun. It was such a long time away, but if America was able to steal little moments like this, he knew he'd get through it. And he needed to stop complaining- it was obviously getting to England, and he certainly wasn't replying in the way America thought he would have.
"I know," he said. "I know all that. I just...kinda, you know, imagine doing it all without any worries. I think I'm getting cabin fever, like pirates and sailors used to." He softly reached out and kissed England's forehead, lips brushing up against the blond bangs. "And I'll stay safe. Didn't I tell you I wouldn't be leaving you? Besides, I'm not stupid enough to get myself killed by a bunch of mindless creatures. That wouldn't be a heroic death."
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Post by England on Aug 8, 2012 15:55:39 GMT -5
He really should've seen it coming. Not just America, but all the nations like him, such as South Korea or Sealand were bound to get bored at some point. There wasn't much to do in a warehouse like theirs and there wasn't much to see in a world like theirs. That's why all they could do for now is entertain their minds with the smallest of things and work towards a better future where they could have all the big things along, too.
"I guess it was inevitable for boredom to hit some time. Video games can only entertain you for so long, huh?" England chuckled sadly, and pulled America down a little to make them at equal height. "Well, I guess I'm just going to have to show you how I used to deal with cabin fever, just for future reference." he hummed and gently kissed America, then whispered against his lips. "The trick... is to find the right person to think about and to keep in your heart throughout your journey... And so that way, loneliness and boredom can never find their place inside of you." he then smirked, opening his eyes just slightly enough to gaze up at him challengingly. "I found mine a long time ago. Your turn."
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Post by America on Aug 8, 2012 19:35:50 GMT -5
"My turn to find the right person, or my turn to tell you if I've found the right person?" America grinned at him, feeling warm all over from that simple kiss. Well, he most certainly found his right person. "He's right in front of me, in case you were wondering," he muttered, returning the kiss with one of his own. He wondered if England really thought of him to drive away the boredom. The thought made him smile against England's lips, and he pulled away with that smile on his face. No matter how many times England proved his love, no matter how many times he himself proved his own love, America still felt something special. Every time they kissed, it was as if it was their first kiss all over again (minus the sadness, of course).
"So, all I gotta do is think of you and the boredom will run away, huh?" America thought that over for a second and his eyes lit up. What was romance without a bit of gentle teasing on the side? "How exactly am I supposed to think of you?" he asked, kissing England's cheek and snickering to show the implications of his sentence. And he did leave a lot open to imagination, so maybe England would get it and maybe he wouldn't (but America assumed he would, since he felt that England wasn't nearly as oblivious as he was).
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Post by England on Aug 9, 2012 12:52:06 GMT -5
"W-What are you implying, git?" England blushed, sensing that there was a second thought to that sentence since America snickered. "How should you think of me?" what a peculiar question to ask. England didn't exactly get what America was so amused about. "H-However you like, I-I guess..." he blushed, looking down. It didn't really matter how he thought of him, as long as he did, right?
Puzzled, he looked back up to America and threw him a quizzical look, prompting him to explain what was on his mind.
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