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Post by England on Aug 1, 2012 15:15:19 GMT -5
"Nobody asked you!" England growled right back at her, bristling at her challenge. As if he needed her. As if he needed anybody! He'd been fine, being all alone all this time. He'd be fine now. The fact that he could quite literally die out there changed (almost) nothing to that. England was not afraid of anything. Or at least he convinced himself he wasn't.
Still, if he was going to at least pretend to be a semi-decent leader, he may as well start by following his own rules. As much as he loathe admit it, Argentina was right. He couldn't go out there alone. It was way too dangerous.
"Let it just be clear that if you get in my way, I will feed you to the zombies." England grumbled, hooking his legs around the pole. "Don't lag." And he slid down without waiting for her.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 1, 2012 18:07:55 GMT -5
Without enough time to grab any other weapons besides her daggers, Argentina hurriedly rushed after England. She peeked over the edge and waited until he was all the way down and out of her way (Unless she wanted to slide down and land on his shoulders... which would be pretty funny, but not right now). In the meantime, Tina quickly stuffed her daggers into her boots. By the time she finished and peeked over the edge again, England was already down, so Argentina took her chance to slide down as well.
Argentina slid with her legs wrapped around the pole until she neared the floor, and right before she would've met with the ground, she stretched her legs out and landed on her feet. Tina stopped and flattened out any wrinkles in her shirt before grabbing one side of her winter coat. She pushed her arm through one sleeve, then the other through another, and hooked it closed.
"Alright, how far out are we going? Just scouting the perimeter?" Tina asked begrudgingly. She was clearly not too excited about this either. Argentina had to skim through her mind to remind herself exactly why she decided to come along.
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Post by England on Aug 2, 2012 9:13:08 GMT -5
England did wait just a split-second for Argentina to arrive by his side, but fell into a regular stride almost immediately, going for the front door.
"The wide perimter, yes. Up until the forest. I don't want to go too far in, merely check if they are conglommerating under the cover of the trees. We can circle the warehouse in less than ten minutes, and then go for another twenty in the forest. It shouldn't take long." One part of him noted that he was already talking to Argentina like they were a team ready to work together. He ignored the note and blamed it on the fact that being in discord with your partner was not a good idea when going out to fight zombies.
As he spoke, he picked up his boots from the front and slid them on, grabbing two sheathed knives from the self-serve weapons section at the front door and slipping them into his boots. He then turned to Argentina and put his hand on his hip, raising a brow.
"So. Are you ready, or will you need another fifteen minutes?"
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Post by Argentina on Aug 2, 2012 9:45:33 GMT -5
Argentina rolled her eyes and bent down, pulling up the cuff of one of her boots. She had felt it starting to slip off on her way down the pole. "I have a winter coat on and my knives, I'm perfectly fine going the way I am." She pressed her lips together in a pout and straightened herself out.
Honestly, she wasn't sure how true that statement of hers was. Argentina didn't like the cold - in fact, she despised it with every fiber in her being. Yes, her country does get cold weather and snow, but nothing compared to the Canadian drifts they've been standing during their time at the warehouse. Tina much rather prefers perfect beach-going weather. Of course, that probably wasn't going to happen here.
"Try to keep up, and don't leave me waiting for you, sí?" Argentina added as she pushed her way past England and headed out, into the cold. Leave it to Argentina to speak to England as though he had been begging her to come. He may as well have been, in Tina's mind.
(Eeeeegggoooooooo~ <3 God, I love Tina.)
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Post by England on Aug 3, 2012 9:44:27 GMT -5
"Excuse me? You're the one slowing me down!" England protested vehemently as he followed her out. Not for long, though, as he jogged to catch up and take his place slightly in front of Argentina. No way was he going to let her take control. He was leading this scouting expedition, and he wouldn't let Argentina take his place. "Nobody even asked you to come, so shut your mouth and follow!" he growled at her, taking the lead and opening the fence door to let them out into the perimeter they were supposed to scout.
And then they had to do the forest, too... England was not looking forward to spending the time alone with the South American nation. They just wouldn't get along, even if he tried. Some things just weren't meant to be, and although England regretted not being able to stay on good terms with every nation in the warehouse, Argentina was just too hot-headed for him.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 3, 2012 10:04:31 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah." Argentina rolled her eyes. "Go ahead and lead the way, old man.." A smirk played across her face at calling England an 'old man'. Perhaps England wasn't as old as many of the nations in the warehouse, but he was certainly older than Tina, who was around the same age as America. When Argentina was still a little colony, England had been a full-grown country of his own long before.
Following closely behind England, Argentina decided to play with him a bit. "Lead the way, oh chosen leader of our humble underground warehouse society~" She spoke, her voice soaked and dripping with sarcasm. Englishmen weren't the only nationality known for being harsh and sarcastic.
"I hope you know, there's nothing you can do - like, let's say, being the team leader of our warehouse - that I cannot. Just because you're older doesn't mean you're more experienced in leading anything."
Questioning England's authority; check. This was going to be a long walk through the woods, at least for England.
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Post by England on Aug 6, 2012 15:29:27 GMT -5
Don't hit her." England kept repeating in his head. "She's a girl. You're more of a man than that. You're a gentleman. Don't. Hit. Her."
Instead, he glared at her as harshly as he could manage, and refused to speak until she seemed finished with her taunting. He couldn't fall for it. He wouldn't fall for it...
"It seems you have forgotten that I am one of the rare nations in this warehouse who has top-notch military experience and the ability to make good decisions. Although I do sometimes falter in my good-decision making. One good example of that would have been on the day where you arrived, and I actually let you into the warehouse." he rolled his eyes. "Nonetheless, I do believe that up until now, I have not made any horrid decisions and that I am doing a fine job as commander. I was sent here first, don't ask why, I don't know, but I did get the warehouse ready for your arrival, Milady, so I believe I am deserving of a position of power, thank you very much." he gritted all that out before taking a few more steps to distance himself from her before she drove him crazy.
(As if she hadn't already).
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Post by Argentina on Aug 6, 2012 18:06:30 GMT -5
Argentina had to bit her lip to avoid throwing a thread of verbal attacks at England as he threw in a string of his own, one after the other. Perhaps his words were a tad less straight-forward cruel than Tina's herself, but there was no denying the sharp English tongue as it flicked at her like that of a rattlesnake's. Each word pierced her straight through the heart, not with fear, or anger, or sorrow; but rather with a noticeable sense of uneasiness. England was already being pushed to the edge by Argentina, even after only a few minutes of being out with her. Tina was half-expecting him to lash out at her and send the harsher of his venomous insults her way. She knew that England could far more damage if he tried.
Never piss off a rattlesnake.
It took a moment for Tina to realize that she had stopped dead in her tracks for a good few seconds after England had finished. This realization washed over her, and she quickly took three steps at a time to speed up after England. Argentina, however, allowed him more distance than before.
"Hey, um," She sucked in a deep breath, "m-maybe I went a bit far..." Tina mumbled, her words probably just barely audible enough to be heard by England. Although her voice was wavering, and she was clearly directing these words to England, Argentina wasn't looking directly at the back of his head as she trailed behind. She was looking through him, straight ahead.
Her selfish pride kept her from pulling off even the shyest "I'm sorry". Hopefully, England would understand what she was trying to get at...
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Post by England on Aug 7, 2012 21:13:25 GMT -5
"Please, I can't hear a bloody thing you're muttering about." England growled out in frustration and stopped entirely, turning around to face her. "If you're going to insult me again, I'd much rather hear it to my face than have it mumbled incomprehensibly behind my back." he raised an eyebrow at her, refusing to budge until she answered him. He just wanted to know why she was still so cross with him. He hadn't done anything wrong, and it was frustrating to have someone acting so horrible with him after all he'd done to try and please. He was trying his hardest, so what was he doing wrong!?
He was ready to take criticism, he really was, but he just didn't understand what she wanted from him and he was just so tired of trying to reach something he couldn't seem to reach, no matter what he did.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 8, 2012 15:00:50 GMT -5
Argentina flinched as England stopped and swung around, and had to force herself to a quick stop as well to avoid bumping right into his chest. She stepped back and looked up at England's face, but tried to avoid staring directly into his piercing eyes.
"Ché, I was trying to apologize... and now you just ruined it." Argentina mumbled, but spoke up this time, so England could hear her. She pursed her lips together in a pout. "When someone is trying to apologize, a simple 'Pardon me, but could you repeat that?' wouldn't be so awful!"
Tina moved back another step, re-cuffing the sleeves of her winter coat. The coat was large on her since Seychelles is slightly taller than Argentina, thus the sleeves were pretty long and almost completely covered her hands.
"Es sólo... let me make it clear that I don't like you, and I don't want to be friends. However, if I have to make amends with you to keep us both alive, I will..." Argentina took a deep breath, "And by that, I mean so that we won't kill each other. The zombies have basically nothing to do with what I just said."
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Post by England on Aug 9, 2012 13:00:27 GMT -5
"Well when you're trying to apologize, don't mumble your words, or people will make you repeat indefinitely." England huffed, still glaring at her. "Never thought I'd see the day. You finally grew up, didn't you?" And he may or may not still be bitter about having his authority questioned. It wasn't like he was going on a power trip or anything of the sort, it was just that he didn't want to be an imperfect leader. Argentina's words had questioned the entirety of his work, and he didn't want to ask himself if he'd done everything he could've for the nations under his command. Either way, the answer would just tire him out even more.
England finally softened after having figured that enough was enough, and sighed, turning back around to start walking again.
"Just keep up. Let's not stay out here longer than we have to. Be it because of you or our undead friends, I have no desire to die any time soon, so let's just keep going with that thought in mind."
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Post by Argentina on Aug 9, 2012 17:16:33 GMT -5
Argentina's face flushed at the comment about 'growing up'. She wasn't sure if that was a poke at her maturity, or her height. Most-likely the former, but Tina still didn't like it.
She was about to tell England to 'shut his trap', but didn't get the chance to before he had already turned around and continued on their trail. Argentina flinched and hurried to catch up with him. "Not like I'm planning on hanging around and waiting for those re-animated monstruosidades." Monstrosities.
Argentina's gaze scanned the surrounding area. She kept her hands close to her sides for a quick weapon defense. If Tina saw anything nearby, or even the slightest movement in the distance, she would reach down and pull her daggers out, lickety-split.
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Post by England on Aug 10, 2012 23:10:34 GMT -5
"Well I wasn't counting on that, either, to be honest. Just because we're on a look-out for zombies, it doesn't mean we're absolutely obligated to come face to face with one of the lovely hordes of ungodly beings that just want to rip out skin and muscles right off our bones." England muttered, softly walking through the light snow on the ground and trying to listen past the crunching of packed snow under his boots. Thankfully, the wintertime had now passed for the most, so they weren't expecting much snowfall and storms anymore. That came as a relief. England couldn't wait to throw his winter gear away and start wearing shirts to combat instead of parkas.
England kept close to the building, eyes darting to his uncovered sides to make sure nothing was looming at the horizon. Being on a flat plain had its advantages and disadvantages. If they were spotted, they'd most probably have to fight entire armies of zombies, but... at least they would have time to react and retaliate smartly to the army of zombies.
Nonetheless, England found himself hoping that they wouldn't have to deal with any of that. Not today, at least.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 11, 2012 10:47:39 GMT -5
"Yeah, well. Any zombies even think of coming near me, and I'll slice their heads off."
Every crunch of snow beneath her boots caused a chill to sweep up Argentina's spine. It reminded her just how cold it was outside. As someone who enjoys the beach rather than hoards of Canadian snow, cold weather just isn't Tina's thing.
"Feliz Año Nuevo..." She sighed, Happy New Year. "Not my preferred way to spend the holidays, but I guess zombies are easier to deal with than the average wintertime hustle and bustle." And anything was better than those few winter holidays spent during the second World War.
Argentina tilted her head back and pulled her hair out of the braid going down one side. She then took the hair tie and began re-tying all of her hair back instead. It'd keep her hair out of her face, and be more efficient for any possible combat... or fleeing. Either way.
Bright green voids continued to scroll along the the area accusingly, catching the occasional glimpse of green just barely sticking out of the snow. "I can't say I wouldn't rather have spent Christmas and New Year's at home..."
(Wow, this post has a serious lack of development, whatsoever. I apologize for this, I just wasn't sure what else to write. Figured having Tina make small-talk and reminisce was alright. XD)
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Post by England on Aug 15, 2012 9:09:03 GMT -5
(It's all good. I plead guilty for not being on at all, and thus not being able to reply :C)
Judging from the context of her words, England could tell she was talking about the approaching New Year. Where they'd have to celebrate another passing year, another 365 days of hardships and successes, and another 365 days of pain and joy to look forward to. To be honest, England was in no mood for festivities. He'd much rather do what he did best- curl up in bed and sulk à la 4th of July.
"Well I'm sorry to say you're stuck here until the entire continent is rid of zombies." Oh, just saying those words made him want to give up already. Such a large space, so many former citizens to slaughter, lest they be slaughtered instead... England wondered if any of the other Nations were on the brink of cracking as well.
"Although I am not against celebrations in the warehouse." He would just probably get drunk and spend the entire evening sulking, though. "You are welcome to create a belated New Years' party committee with some other nations and organize something for all of us." Maybe he wouldn't take too much part in it, but the others would, he just knew it. "You know... Remind them that there is still something worth fighting for. And maybe just entertain their thoughts away from the apocalypse for a bit, even if it's for just one night."
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