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Post by Singapore on Jul 14, 2012 6:53:12 GMT -5
Singapore blushed at the European nation's hug. Honestly, Europeans are so easy going unlike Asian nations. But his attention quickly moved to another nation, Netherlands. She have a sigh of relief or who knows how long, or hard, Spain might hug her. She saw that Netherlands wasn't used to hugs either. So it wasn't just the Asians. Now that she thought about it, South Korea seemed to addicted to hugging people at random. She shivered remembering the nation who would so obediently follow his siblings and elders by wrapping his annoying arms around their necks.
Then she went to get some more tea as Spain instructed. She poured out the liqiud into some cups and and put them on a tray to bring them to the other nations.
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Post by [x] Austria on Jul 14, 2012 18:36:40 GMT -5
Austria had been quite displeased with the long journey over to the desolate, zombie-infested wasteland that had once been the Canadian countryside. He wasn't exactly enthusiastic about going over to try to save the world - he had no interest in trying to play the hero; that part was better left to those more suited to it - but his boss had insisted that he put his efforts in alongside the rest of the nations that had already left their home countries for the battlefront, saying it was his "duty" as one of the nations of the world.
Duty, Austria could understand. But he was most intensely displeased that he had been disallowed from bringing his piano along with him - his boss had decided that a grand piano was too large an unnecessary frivolity to be transported so far. Now, looking at the large plain he would have to cross in order to reach the warehouse, Austria had to grudgingly agree that it wouldn't have been the best idea to drag the instrument all of that distance, risking potential zombie attacks. He shuddered to think of the untold damages a zombie's teeth could do to his beloved piano.
He gave the warehouse an appraising look as he approached the large doors, unenthused by its dilapidated appearance and the waste littering the outer perimeter. There would be few comforts here, he mused, knocking delicately at the doors, so as not to soil his hand at the contact.
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Post by Singapore on Jul 15, 2012 2:58:29 GMT -5
Singapore heard a faint knock on the door. She turned to the other nations o see if anyone would react but decided that she should open the door. She walked towards the door as she balanced the tray on one hand. She took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around the door knob and opened it. Standing at the other side was a nation that she didn't really notice. He was probably another European country. She pouted but immediately covered it with a welcoming smile.
"Hi! I'm Singapore." she told the newcomer. She slipped the handkerchief into her pocket and put her hand out towards the male nation. "What's your name?"
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Post by [x] Romania on Jul 23, 2012 11:11:19 GMT -5
Alin walked (skipped) through the dark forest, singing somewhat loudly at the top of his lungs. He wasn’t that worried about the fact that there were probably zombies and mutant animals and other creatures out in the surrounding wood. He wasn’t worried at all. Sword at his left side, revolver on the right, his long coat –changed from red to black- swishing behind him, he couldn’t be in a better mood. Why, one might ask, would someone be happy going to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere, possibly for a long period of time? Romania would laugh back, saying something about how boring it was back in civilization and that he had no one around to prank. Except for Bulgaria, and that was getting old fast. He had been itching to come out to the “infested regions” for quite some time and was ecstatic when his boss finally allowed him to take a helicopter out. Romania had, obviously, gotten quite sick on the way over.
At least it was a change of scenery.
But, he reflected in the private confines of his mind, he wondered why he hadn’t seen even a flash of another individual in quite a while. That was probably bad. Very bad. He paused in his singing for a moment –It was nyan cat, something from the twentieth century that never got out of his head- to listen to his environment. The birds, or what looked like birds, were still singing their tunes and fluttering around. Wind whistled in the trees, bushes and miscellaneous plants.
Still, he couldn’t shake the nagging sense that something was lurking in the shadows. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, he started walking even more quickly than usual, wanting to get to the warehouse as quickly as possible. Suddenly, the blond realized why he was so uneasy. There were no bugs of any kind. No flies he has to swat away, no butterflies flittering about or spiders scuttling about. No insects.
Strange. He didn’t like it one bit.
Abruptly, he was on a wide open plain. His previous thoughts forgotten, he ran out a little way onto the plain. If a person could even call it that. The large –gigantic- field wasn’t what he would call a field. When he thought of a meadow, he assumed it was full of green, green grass and mountain flowers of all colours. This was not a plain. This was a field. A barren, open field with sparse weeds. Empty. Foreboding. The yellowing grass looked as if it had been trampled over and beaten down many times by many different people, animals and hordes of zombies. Not somewhere he’d lay down to take a nap, in other words.
And sitting in the middle of this was the warehouse. He had heard descriptions of it from returning countries and, of course, his boss, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight he saw now. If he had been in his home land and come open this place, he would have called it cursed and gotten as far away from the residence as fast as humanly –nationally?- imaginable. But no. He knew that it was silly of him to think the building cursed, but it did seems kind of likely, considering what happened there on a daily basis.
He also knew it looked that way for a purpose. So that the zombies couldn’t find them. He really wanted to kill some of those idiotilor right now. That would be great stress relief. Shaking off his centuries-too-late thoughts and walked up to the metal door, humming again.
His good mood was back.
Alin practically jumped the last few steps to the door and knocked.
And knocked.
And knocked again.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 24, 2012 23:21:09 GMT -5
((By the way, Austria, I'm referencing the House of Hapsburg "issue" down with the husband comment. It might be interesting to see how their dynamic will work since the only time they really interact cannonly is the House of Hapsburg time period and War of Austrian Succession [which was after they were allies for a period of time] And Romania, turns out that Spain and Romania are actually kinda close. :'D Funny, eh?))
Spain rubbed the back of his neck. He could tell this was going to be a long night. Especially with the arrival of so many other nations and one he could tell right off the bat (or really, knocks) who was incredibly energetic. While Singapore was dealing with Austria (for some reason, the sunny nation didn't really feel like talking to him right now) he went to open the door even more, and was met with someone who was humming and smiling.
Which was rather impressive, especially since few nations can boast that amount of positive energy.
He vaguely recognized the nation standing in front of him, but that didn't stop him. "Benvivido! Welcome!" He kept the door wide and gestured for the slightly snow-covered brunette in when a little detail about the other stood out to him.
A small fang? Wait a second...
"Romania...?" He trailed, half-whispering. Sure, they both were similar, but when Spain was tired, his memory went all fuzzy and he had a hard time recalling nation names.
But that fang only belonged to one nation in the entire world.
"Romania~! So sorry it didn't click faster!" He quickly apologized, looping his arm around the newly remembered Romanian. "Long day, you know. So, welcome to Canada, our warehouse and our casa! Make yourself at home, Sing's making more tea." He babbled, tapping his Asian subordinate on the shoulder and pointing first to Alin then the kitchen, in a motion to get more cups and that he'll handle Austria.
"Austria~ How are you~?" He smiled, gesturing for his former enemy (and "husband", a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him) to enter into the building. "We'll get some tea ready for you as well, so for now, sit tight and be a little patient."
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Post by Malaysia on Jul 24, 2012 23:46:01 GMT -5
((*flips table* I give up i wanna join this!!))
Malaysia ran as fast as she could. She was told by her boss before he turned into one of them that there is a warehouse in the middle of this wasteland and she must go find it. She was also told that her best friend was already there. "To your left!!" the ghost that was guiding her said. Malaysia immediately turn left and conntinue running. It seems that some zombies notice her and followed her. There was no way Malaysia wanted to kill them. They were once human too.
Malaysia looked behind. Three zombies were running behind her.
"Don worry! Keep running!" The ghost said, guiding her to the warehouse. There was no way Malaysia would stop now. If she did, then her life was at the line. She only wish that those things were not following her. It would have felt much more safer and easier. But fatigue was hitting her. It was at night and she was tired. Adding in her running, she was exhuasted. "I..c..cant r..run a...anymore." Malaysia said panting at every word she said. Her paced was slower and she needed some water to drink.
"Im sorry Malaysia, please forgive me..." The ghost said before pocessing her body.
Taking out her parang, Malaysia stopped running and turned around. She would have to kill them first if she wants to get there easily without anything trying to kill her at the end.
Malaysia sliced off the head of the first zombie and stomped on the head, making its brain splatter everywhere. She then used her parang to slice the next one, then kicking it till its brain was oozing out of her head. ((yeah, the zombie is a she. Live with it.))
but when it came to the third zombie, Malaysia turned back to normal. That zombie was a child not older than 8 years old.
Tears filled her eyes as she realise that she was ready to stab his head. She would never hurt a child, even if its dead. "Im sorry, child." Malaysia muttered before stabbing him on the head.
Immidiately after that, she ran away. Leaving the zombie child still "alive".
Malaysia finally reached the warehouse. Immediately she let out all the sorrow and regret she felt for stabbing the dead child. "Its alright Malaysia. Im so sorry for making you do this. I have to go now. Bye bye...." The ghost said before fading into the darkness. She finally stopped crying and walked up to the door of the warehouse, noticing two humans standing there, knocking at the door.
It was a sign of relief when she realised that they were nations, just like her. ((its impossible for a human to survive and he was knocking at the door.)) but she wonder whether she could trust him. Is he a friend or foe?
Whatever it is, she knew that since this zombie thing happen, every nation must help each other, even if foe.
She looked at herself. Her clothes were stained of blood of the corpse. Oh great. How nice to be colourful.
Malaysia walked to the door and saw it flung open. There stood a hazelnut haired country.
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Post by [x] Romania on Jul 26, 2012 10:41:13 GMT -5
When the door to the warehouse finally opened, Alin was only mildly surprised to see Spain standing behind it. There was a moment of silence as neither nation spoke, before the other man broke the silence. As Spain threw an arm around his shoulders, the blond grinned wildly and laughed happily.
“Alo, Spania! But I don’t think the things outside were nearly as welcoming as you are!” Alin said, trying to breath in his grip. He enjoyed hug and hugging people, it just was funnier alive.
“Tea? What sort of tea?” Although it didn’t seem like it, Romania was extremely particular about his tea. He thought it came from being best enemies with England for years. You couldn’t stand his company for too long if you didn’t have some knowledge of tea. Alin supposed that the short Asian girl was the one called Singapore. He raised an eyebrow almost imperceptivity. What was she doing here?
He glanced up at Spain for a second; making eye contact before sweeping his eyes over the room he was standing in currently. It was shabby at best, with the holy coaches (No, that was not a joke) and curtains for walls. He could see the remnants of card games and traditional board games. Food bits were apparent and Alin was sure he could hear snoring from somewhere. But it seemed lived in and full of both happy and sad memories. Mostly happy, considering where this was. Most depressing things would happen in the clinic-slash-infirmary-slash-what-the-hell-they-called-it here.
It was at this point that he noticed the two other nations in the room (other than Spain and himself). One was another Asian girl, covered in blood and holding a sword. He wondered if Spain had noticed her presence yet. ‘Oh well…’
The other was Austria.
Great.
His good mood dampened –but only a tad- Romania ground his teeth and tried not to insult the prissy aristocrat. He tried not to, he really did. But it was just too difficult. He and Austria had been forced to spend time together recently by there bosses, something about being ‘Some of the Only Nations Left in Europe.’ Let’s just say it hadn’t improved relations between.
At all.
“Hey there, Zână. Didn’t expect you to show up. Thought you’d be sittin ‘n drinking tea, talking to your only friend, the piano,”
Alin smirked again. Insulting Austria was one of his favorite pastimes. It almost ranked above ‘pranking Bulgaria’ but not quite.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 30, 2012 6:55:41 GMT -5
((GRAH! Sorry for being slow! ;A; ))
Spain was about to keep up the friendly conversation with Romania, but that was before two important things happened:
Firstly, Romania got distracted before he could answer and went over to Austria (which took a load off of him).
Secondly, another country arrived, and she didn't look like she was in the best of shape.
The girl was way young (even younger than America!) and looked only around 17. Though she had an air of maturity around her, but that most likely came from the blood and guts she was splattered with. Her eyes were scared and wild, and even though it seemed like she tried to hold herself high, she just seemed so broken on the inside.
"Dios mio!" My God! "Are you alright?! Here, come this way." Not wasting anytime, he pretty much dragged the girl over to the clinic and started rummaging around for anything to wash out the wounds. After not finding any disinfectant (he couldn't quite find where the medics hid it) he settled to good old-fashioned water and soap.
"What happened? Were you fighting zombies on the way here?" He questioned as he started washing off her arms. He might not have been an official medic, but after centuries of taking care of quite a few rowdy and accident-prone nations, he learned how to deal with the basic injuries.
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Post by Malaysia on Jul 30, 2012 10:49:36 GMT -5
Malaysia nodded her head to answer the hazelnut country's question. Even though it felt weird getting cleaned up by another country, which was practically a guy, she "kindly" accepted it and shut up, letting him do whatever he was doing. He was only trying to help her, not harm her, so he's no foe.
Malaysia kepted silent, every once in a while glancing behind her back to make sure her guitar was there- wait! Her guitar! She accidentely left it with the child zombie when she was being pocessed!!! Oh great, just great.
"My guitar! Its still outside, i gotta go find it!" Malaysia said worriedly to the hazelnut haired country. stood up, getting ready to run to the door to find her precious guitar. It was her only memory left and she never lost it, to remember the good times with her sibling, Indonesia.
She felt so stupid for loosing something so precious to her. A softly tear left Malaysia's eye and rolled down her cheeks. She needed to find it.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 30, 2012 14:19:52 GMT -5
Spain freaked out even more when she spoke, mostly because she had been so silent before. But also the fact that hearing about a guitar was worrying him as well.
Oh, not to mention the fact that she was starting to cry.
"Don't cry, chica." Gently, he wiped away her tear and softly held her hand. "We'll go back and look for it later, okay?"
((RAWR. Short post is short. Sorry. TTATT))
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Post by Malaysia on Jul 31, 2012 5:45:47 GMT -5
((chill~ kay? You don needa say sorry. )) "But I have to go find it! Its the last thing i left and i lost it!" Malaysia let another tear roll down her cheeks. She knew he was just trying to calm her down and help her, but loosing her guitar felt like she took someone's life away. Her only memory to her brother, lost in the forest.
Malaysia looked down and tried to cover her face from the nation. Slowly and softly crying, not letting him see. She felt like the world's biggest fool loosing the guitar. Malaysia immediately remembered the time she had with her brother, who she never met for centuries.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 31, 2012 9:31:18 GMT -5
((Okay~ ;w; ))
Spain's heartstrings were being torn up and chewed like old leather the more she cried. He had to help her, but it was too dangerous at the time...
But I can't leave this girl crying!
"Listen, chica. How about I take you to where you think you lost it once we finish cleaning you up, alright?" His gentle smiled showed only concern and care. He really did want to help her, but to him, her safety and well-being was just a little more important than a replaceable instrument.
He noticed that she had a few scratches (after finishing cleaning her up) but thankfully nothing too serious. Quickly he found the bandages and wrapped her wounds, trying to make sure he didn't wrap them too tightly.
"There, that should be good." Stepping back from his work, he looked her over again, still a little taken aback by the amount of gore on her. "But if you have a spare change of clothes, I suggest you switch into them before we head out."
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Post by Singapore on Aug 1, 2012 6:08:02 GMT -5
The female nation did as she was told and went to the kitchen to ge more tea. When she came out, Singapore noticed another presence of a few nations. Two male nations and one female nation, and to Singapore's disgust, she was covered from head to toe in zombie goo. When she looked closely, she realized that the nation was none other than Malaysia. Singapore dropped the tray with a few cups of tea and the cups broke as it fell.
"M...Malaysia?"
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Post by Malaysia on Aug 1, 2012 18:18:42 GMT -5
Malaysia rubbed the last tear off her cheeks and looked up the the brown haired nation. She nodded her head softly, meaning a yes. The babyface nation knows that he was trying to help. She might as well try to cooperate for a while.
"I'll go change-" Malaysia said as she turn around to unzip her light-weight bag with her stuff on it, but she stopped talking as soon as she heard the sound of broken glass. Her eyes widen at the sight of a familliar face.
Standing there was her best friend she never met for ages.
"Si..Singapore? Is that really you?" Malaysia said shackily. Oh great, she wants to cry again. But she cant help it. Malaysia thought that everyone of her close friends were gone, forever in her life. But she was wrong, someone she took care of was standing there.
The babyface nation's eyes were glistening, well, a bit too bright. "Singy!" Malaysia said as she went to hug her.
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Post by Singapore on Aug 2, 2012 5:54:08 GMT -5
"Woah!!! Do NOT come closer!!!" Singapore yelled at Malayia. She was petrified by the thought that she would've been covered in goo and also that there were still broken glass on the floor. If Malaysia stepped on them, she would've been hurt. "Just stay there for a sec."
Singapore bent down and cautiously picked up the broken pieces and put them on the tray. She ran back to the kitchen and fetched some new cups of tea. Then she came out and ave the tray to Spain.
"Excuse me Uncle Spain!" Singapore apologized. "I would like to quickly assist Malaysia. I will come back soon."
Then she turned to Malaysia and motioned to her to follow her.
"Alamak!! What happened to you? Come on Jie Jie! I'll let you borrow some of my clothes." Singapore told her.
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