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Post by Argentina on Aug 15, 2012 11:20:42 GMT -5
(It's all good~ Also, poor Iggy. XD I can picture, whenever independence day comes around for any of the younger nations, their former colonial caretakers are depressed~)
The entire continent. Argentina's thoughts were just as pessimistic as England's at the oh-so-true statement. "I still can't believe this entire thing happened in the first place. I mean.. who would've thought that something that was but a popular genre for movie films would actually become a reality..." She sighed, shaking her head in distaste. "I bet America's 'Hollywood Magic' directors and script-writers weren't counting on this."
But slowly, the aching feeling in the pit of Tina's stomach subsided at the mention of a belated New Year's party. "A party?" Argentina followed closely behind England. Was she hearing him correctly? Perhaps the whole zombie apocalypse thing wasn't a cause for celebration, but New Year's certainly was. A party wasn't something Tina had expected England to suggest, but having something that could take their minds off of the zombies on their doorstep was.
"Do you really think anyone would join in on it? Ché, I mean, I can only think of a handful of nations back at the warehouse who would be more of... how America calls it, 'party-animals'." Argentina rubbed the back of her head. "But.. I guess if you add drinks, a few more would come for the borrachera..." Booze.
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Post by England on Aug 16, 2012 8:30:19 GMT -5
((Which is why hence and foremost, when England gets depressed, it'll be called "sulking à la 4th of July" xDD))
"It is somewhat hard to believe, isn't it?" Almost as hard as believing that he and Argentina were having a civilized conversation right now, but... he wasn't counting too much on it. "I don't think anybody expected this to happen, not ever. Even if they did, how do you protect yourself against something that has only existed in movies and video games so far? I don't think anybody could have stopped this. Nobody could have prevented the apocalyse of this world, but I am sure that we can save it. And if it's too late to save it, then we'll avenge it." There was a determined glint in his eye, and England swore for the millionth time that he would not give up until some form of order and peace had been restored in the world.
"Of course, the nations would always enjoy a party. A party is a party, and during times where entertainment is scarce and unrefined, that kind of event would definitely be most appreciated." England shrugged, as if it was common knowledge, or some kind of given logic. "Especially if there's booze, but then again, I think we all need a good, strong shot of whiskey straight to the brain, after all we've done and have been through."
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Post by Argentina on Aug 16, 2012 9:05:11 GMT -5
Argentina listened as England spoke with heavy determination. Respect and props to him for being able to maintain such a stable state of mind under such pressure. It wasn't just determination, it was high ambition. He was ready to lead the army of nations that would somehow, someway, someday, save the world.
It wasn't until now - when she and England were having their so-called 'civilized' conversation - that Argentina actually stopped to wonder how England did it. She somewhat admired him for all he'd done to keep hope alive for himself, as well as the rest of the nations. Argentina could almost look up to him for this...
...Almost.
"Tch, you could say that again... although, the warehouse doesn't have a more 'refined' sense of alcohol. There's no champagne to be seen." Argentina reached inside one of her coat pockets and felt around... but got a slap to the face when she remembered this wasn't her winter coat, but Seychelles'. She had completely forgotten about that.
Argentina isn't a very religious nation. The only time she really ever "embraced" her religion was when Spain still had control over her - and even then, it was not by choice. Catholicism was something very near and dear to Spain's heart, and he expected the same from his colonies, yet Tina never really followed the path of religion or spirituality after her independence. But there was one thing that kept her going during this zombie apocalypse; and that was a cross kept on a golden chain that Spain had given to her long ago. It used to hang on a hook in her bedroom back home, and was one of the only possessions Argentina had taken with her to the warehouse. She usually kept it in her coat pocket, but in her hurry to get going, she had taken her bunkmate's winter coat instead.
Tina gave a disappointed sigh and shook her head. She kept her hand in her pocket and clutched at the air as though she could feel the metallic symbol of Christianity between her fingers, despite leaving it back at the warehouse by mistake.
(Fun fact; only 20% of Argentina's population actually attends Church on a regular basis. It's because of this that I figure Tina isn't a very religious person, but I can imagine anyone would want to have a little faith when having to live through a zombie apocalypse.)
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Post by England on Aug 19, 2012 0:17:49 GMT -5
"Champagne? You have finer tastes than I expected you to have." England raised one of his eyebrows curiously. "I don't think we have any of the expensive drinks, no... Our governments are on a strict budget for this project, and unless we cut on funds that are more important, like for ammunition or protective gear, I heavily doubt we'll be able to coax enough champagne off of the central European government for everybody in the warehouse to have a glass of." he shrugged and kept walking without looking back.
"Though if ever you do find yourself in a tight spot, and you feel like nobody, no human, no nation and no higher entity can protect you from the illusions of your own mind, well... help yourself. The alcohol is always stocked in the storage room." god knows he'd gotten wasted in the shower area before, having drunk all night and having awoken with a massive, blissful headache that prevented him from remembering how this entire situation was splitting each and every one of them apart-
He adjusted his gun in his hands, and, mentally bemoaning the fact that he couldn't put his hands into his pockets, let his eyes sweep across the plain.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 19, 2012 7:44:04 GMT -5
Argentina huffed. "I have expensive tastes." She concluded at England mentioning that he didn't expect her to be interested in the finer eats. "The people of my country are civilized and aristocratic..." She paused to think over that statement for a moment. "...Well... except for the younger men. Some of the younger men are arrogant pigs~" Tina shrugged her shoulders.
"And, oh, I know where the drinks are. It wasn't too long ago that I downed a couple drinks with Scotland, Norway, and Canada..." Argentina let her words loosen to more of a whisper towards the end, and she gave a sigh. "Didn't end too well... España broke up quite a... party. He and Scottie ended up in a scuffle." She pulled her hand out of her pocket and scanned around the area as well. Although she was speaking, she seemed too distracted to look at England at the moment.
Really, Tina was intentionally trying not to make eye-contact, especially not when talking about the night of drinking and fighting and kissing. Argentina wasn't sure why she bothered bringing it up. It made her feel like a guilty child. She wished that she had forgotten that night. Oddly enough, even after being drunk herself, she had managed to remember bits and pieces of the night - however, her memories were pretty scattered. It took her a while the next day or two to put everything back together again and form a completed puzzle of what she suspected went down. Spain explained some of what he had seen as well, after lots of begging from Argentina.
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Post by England on Aug 19, 2012 13:12:24 GMT -5
"Well then." England rolled his eyes, unimpressed. He couldn't chastise her, he didn't have the right. She was her own nation, and an adult, to boot. She could do whatever she wanted, as long as it didn't bring any harm to the others around them. "As long as none of you got hurt. It's not like I care, though, it's just that we have a limited quantity of medical supplies, and I don't want you wasting them all for some stupid, pointless scuffle. Also, I don't mind whatever it is that you do as long as you don't come crying to me, or anybody else, later on. Also, throwing an open party and inviting zombies is strictly prohibited."
... He hadn't gotten there yet, but he knew that too much alcohol could do strange things to people's senses. Like believing that you and zombies have been best friends forever and inviting them in for a drink or two.
"Also." he turned around to look at Argentina, noticing the strangely quiet air around her. She was usually very rowdy and provocative, so he briefly wondered why she looked so subdued. "As long as you aren't inebriated or hung-over when you are required to fight, I don't really mind. If that does ever happen, though, let it be known that I will lock the alcohol away and keep its consumption under tight watch." A warning, not just for her, but for anybody she would share her drinking opportunities with. Their primary goal was to survive, no matter how much suffering they had to endure to get there.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 19, 2012 14:30:25 GMT -5
(When Iggy said that "inviting zombies was prohibited"... all I could think was that one day, Argentina would be drunk enough to actually do that, JUST because England just said she couldn't. REBELLION! XD)
Argentina dismissed all that England had just said with a wave of her hand. "I won't invite any zombies, no, no. Also, I'm sure I'll be fine to fight. When I'm hung-over, I may get major headaches, but it's not usually to the point where I wouldn't be able to mow down some undead creeps." She replied as she folded her arms over her chest.
"It doesn't take much effort to just stand back and shoot 'em dead. As long as no one is estúpido enough to stand too close and get shot." Argentina took a moment to adjust the collar of her coat and tiredly fiddled with the zipper. "Unless I'm drunk. If it's not a hang-over and I'm completely drunk, don't give me a weapon. You could give me a knife, and I'll end up shooting everyone in the knee at least once, guaranteed. Don't ask how that's possible - I would find a way."
(Do I really need to provide a translation for "estúpido"? That word probably speaks for itself.)
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Post by England on Aug 21, 2012 0:38:49 GMT -5
(Oh god why, Tina. Oh god why xD)
And England knew better than to question her, because he'd given up on trying to understand the South American nation a long time ago.
"If you have to trust me on one thing, it had better be the fact that I will NEVER let you come close even to a butter knife when you are drunk." and he said it with such a straight face that he surprised even himself. Maybe he'd just gotten used to the nations' immature antics. At long last, he could say. "Best we could do, if we are attacked while you're inebriated, is give you a knife and send you out to the zombies: shooting them in the knee would give us quite the advantage, if I do say so myself." a smirk pulled at his lips, but he resisted the urge.
At least she would do better than himself. A drunk England was never a pleasant England. He'd probably drape himself across the zombies and wail about how the world hated him and how he hated the world. And then ask them if they wanted to come inside for a drink.
On second thought, perhaps England should watch his own consumption before criticizing Argentina's.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 21, 2012 7:58:02 GMT -5
Bright green eyes rolled at England claiming that shooting zombies in the knees would actually be a good thing. "Well, it wouldn't do much. It'd be better if you aim for the head." Argentina lifted her hand and tapped one of her temples on the side of her head in a 'thinking' motion. "But sure, disabling their knees it is."
Perhaps she was taking England's joke a bit too literally. Oh well.
"You're not much better drunk." Argentina added and crossed her arms once again, although the look on England's face told her that he had already been thinking about that. She wouldn't count on England being much of a fighter during one of his "moments". Or perhaps he would. Maybe old Artie would put up such a scene that the zombies would flee in terror to avoid having to listen to his sobbing drunken rants.
Then, on the other hand, having someone who was currently incoherent try to "lead" them wasn't a good battle strategy. Tina could name a handful of the nations who would go off into a fight without order, and possibly get themselves bitten.
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Post by England on Aug 22, 2012 22:11:37 GMT -5
"S-Shut up, at least I know moderation and can keep myself from getting drunk all the time." Unless one of his downs hit him straight in the face. That's when his body practically demanded that he drink, and most of the time, England only barely fought off the desire. "It wouldn't do for me to get so atrociously drunk that I can't even stand up. What an embarrassment that would be." And one that he was, unfortunately for him, sure that the nations were used to. He remembered how he'd often show up hung over or still drunk at world meetings.
Those days were long gone now. England had no time to be foolish and attempt to drink away his petty problems. They had an entire planet and 6 billion people to save. His leadership (or whatever authority he had over the rowdy nations) was crucial to the success of the entire operation. England had no time to give up, or give in.
"You know, I believe that a shot to the knee would even help, in certain circumstances. One distraction, one little second can make the huge difference between life and death." he found himself mumbling, stopping for a second. He imagined what it would be like to see a comrade hurt because he reacted a second too late. He couldn't dull his senses in any way. Being in tip-top shape would be the only way he could possibly be of any use, so if one second could make the entire difference... he'd aim for that one second and seize the moment for all its worth.
"Let's move out towards the forest. There doesn't seem to be disturbance around the warehouse." he mumbled, snapping out of his trance and moving ahead without waiting for Argentina.
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Post by Argentina on Aug 23, 2012 13:13:27 GMT -5
Argentina had been listening to England's quiet mumbling. She didn't mind listening to him go on and on, although she would never admit that to him. It surprised the nations sometimes, but Argentina could be a very good listener when she decided to shut her mouth and let others talk.
What England said about shooting in the knees was true. Tina just hadn't thought of it in that way, but as he went on, it became very apparent to Argentina that England gave this a lot of thought. It was as though he would lie awake in bed all night, over-thinking the perfect choice of words in response to any possible questions the nations may pose.
When England suddenly began hurrying ahead with the instructions to scout ahead through the forest, Tina flinched and hurriedly ran to catch up with him. "Ché... oi, don't go too far ahead, idiota!" She hissed lowly, stuffing her hands into her pockets to spare them of the chilly air. "How far are you planning on taking us into the woods, anyway?" Argentina asked, tilting her head down slightly and nestling her chin into the collar of her coat. Fortunately for her, the inside of the collar was lined with short faux fur.
Sweet, warm bliss...
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Post by England on Aug 25, 2012 23:37:28 GMT -5
"Not far. The main goal of this scout is to spot whether or not the zombies have congregated anywhere, so going the first half kilometer into the forest should be fine. We're not out to cover substantial ground, we just want to go far enough to clear all doubts of possible masses of enemies. If nothing goes wrong, we should be done in twenty minutes. So... twenty minutes until you're done sticking with me." he mumbled, knowing she was probably very eager to getting it over with.
Hopefully, they wouldn't encounter any problems. To be honest, it wasn't the fact that Argentina was around that made him want to hurry back to the warehouse. He didn't actually mind having her with him (as long as she didn't annoy the hell out of him, that is), it's just that the cold made him want to curl up somewhere and never move again, and England couldn't afford being anything less than attentive at all time. That, and his gun had more chances of jamming with the temperature freezing the metal parts, and he really couldn't afford having his weapon jam right in front of a horde of enemies.
Instinctively, his grip tightened on his weapon, clutching it closer to his body, as if he were gripping a security blanket, ready to react at any given moment.
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Post by Argentina on Sept 2, 2012 9:54:20 GMT -5
Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until they escaped from this harsh, unforgiving cold and were greeted by the warmth and security of the warehouse once more. Argentina liked that thought. She really, really liked that thought.
Truth be told, it wasn't that she minded being out with England either. It was the simple fact that she despised the cold. Her home got cold weather and snow as well, but nothing compared to Canadian weather. The height of Argentina's winter was in August, then, by December, it would start warming up again into spring. Everything felt so backwards here, despite this being considered the normal seasonal cycle for most others...
"Odio nieve... Odio nieve..." Argentina found herself mumbling with every sinking step she took. Hate snow... I hate snow... "So, if we do see any undead, we just hurry our asses back to the warehouse and give our report to the snipers to be on guard?" She asked as she flicked her tongue across her lips to moisten them. Tina was regretting that she didn't have any lip balm. This cold was stirring up a recipe for chapped lips.
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Post by England on Sept 2, 2012 10:12:24 GMT -5
"That would be a logical thing to do, yes. Unless it's a small group that we can take care of with two people. And if we find that the zombies have joined and made a much, much larger horde, we will most definitely run back to the warehouse. And I do hope we won't be spotted, or things could get ugly." He wasn't in the mood for fighting, but then again... when was he in the mood for such a brutal activity? He knew that one day, they'd have to kill all the zombies on the continent, and that they would, at some point, kill all the zombies they'd run away from at first, but... It gave England a false sense of security, and even though he despised lying to himself... he had to admit that it felt good, knowing you'd avoided having to fight.
"Depending on the outbreak class, though, we would either get into battle positions, or declare blackout. The trick to winning a defensive war is knowing to face the fact that your enemy is stronger than you. We have all the time in the world, and to be honest, the more time passes, the more fate plays in favour of us. Zombies are rotting bodies, so after 4 or 5 years, a zombie's brain will melt and rot, and it will die. So if you think about it, we're just catalysts." Not necessary, but there to help things go faster. "Catalysts for the rebirth of a new world."
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Post by Argentina on Sept 3, 2012 17:29:24 GMT -5
Argentina shivered at the cold winds blowing against her face. "Don't we have scouts for this crap? Or were they all too 'busy', enjoying the warm air inside the warehouse?" She mumbled and scoffed. "Keep these next twenty minutes in the back of your mind, because you owe me after this. I didn't have to come, I did it by choice..."
Yes, by choice, indeed. Not that Argentina planned on telling England the real reason she was so persistent on tagging along. She wouldn't say it to his face, but Argentina certainly didn't want England dead. Yes, maybe she disliked him. Maybe she hated him... with a burning passion. And yes, she did hold heavy grudges against him for what he had done to her a couple hundred years ago, but Argentina still wasn't one to wish death upon anyone.
England insisting on going out alone was suicide. Cold, frozen suicide. What if he had stumbled upon a large congregation of zombies? Perhaps he did say he wouldn't be as brainless enough as to engage into a fight with them, but what if he was spotted? Zombies wouldn't hesitate to warn their brethren of fresh meat they had scented out. It was thoughts like these that ran through Tina's head as England had been readying himself to shuffle out into the outside world.
"Yeah. You owe me... just as long as you don't cook for me."
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