Team USA [America, Scotland, and Russia]

[America]

It had taken a bit, but America and the rest of Team USA (he was still pleased that such a name had actually gone through with his teammates) finally arrived at the designated checkpoint. The superpower brought his motorbike to a stop, lifting the goggles from his forehead to look at the expanse of land in front of him. Hardly anything worth noting- the snow was covering the landscape, and all the buildings they passed were hardly anything but rubble now, having gone unfixed from weather and zombie movements.

He sighed, sliding off the bike and leaving it propped up against the kickstand, pulling out his map to glance around. He was more than thankful they were doing this in the daytime, as opposed to night. It would be rather freaky being out here at night, even if he did have Scotland and Russia with him.

"Alright..." he turned to the other two members, holding his chin high despite the fact that he was a lot younger than both of them. He had already proven himself to be a strong hero, time and time again. He knew that, if he was confident (as he always was), they would respect and listen to him. "So, my plan is that we use stealth and find one of these zombies. Then we use one of us as bait while the other two try to get close to the zombie to chop off it's head." He smiled. He had this plan all down. "I say Russia is the bait."

[[jfhjsakf, I didn't know how to start, forgive me. X'D]]

[Russia]

"Before for start pinning more labels to people, why don't you work out who would be a better choice, da? Rather than just declaring things without consideration, like normal~" He was only being this to the point because Iggy had set them a mission, and it was quite important. It had noting to do with America's so-called 'leadership skills', which as far as Russia had seemed to be declaring himself as the leader, putting everyone else below him and charging in with no plan, or one with very little thought attached to it. Hopefully Scotland could back him up, or at least make a reasoned argument, as America would no-doubt ignore what he said.

[Scotland]

Scotland was certain he was going to enjoy himself. He was out in the wilderness with his most powerful ex-colony and and said ex-colony's greatest rival. Good times were going to be had. By Scotland. Maybe not by the others.

He pulled up not far from the other two, pushing his riding goggles up on his forehead as he scanned the ruined edge of this urban area. Whew, this place was rather torn up. More so than he'd seen in the other cities. He let the bike idle as he sat on it, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up if they were going to take a break to discuss.

He listened to America's plan as the light wind took the smoke away from his face and then looked to Russia to hear his rebuttal. Maybe he should stretch his neck muscles first, because he got the feeling he was going to be looking back and forth a lot. He was armed to the teeth as he sat there, sword in its sheath on his back, hand axes at his hips, and uzi strapped to him so it rested at his lower belly. He just needed to be pointed at something. However, if these somethings were as large as described, they probably took bigger steps and moved faster than a normal zombie. He wasn't sure he wanted to use stealth at all. He wanted to make use of the bikes.

However, first things first. "Sure, let's hear who should be the boss," he said with a wicked grin.

[America]

America glared at Russia, nearly missing what it was that Scotland had to say. Which wasn't much, actually, but at least he was far more willing to cooperate than Russia was. Turning away from his archenemy, America crossed his arms over his chest and huffed bitterly. "Well, the boss is obviously me," he declared. "I mean, I'm the leader of this whole mission. You guys approved of it! Plus, we're Team USA, not Team Communist." He glanced at the red-haired nation, surprised that he had a cigarette in his mouth. What, did Scotland just think they were going to frolic about in the fields? Hmph. He had been allowing England to do the work for him for too long now.

"Besides, I do take things into consideration. Why else do you think I'm coming up with a plan?" Ignoring the fact that Scotland was still smoking (the smell couldn't be strong enough to attract any zombies), America sighed. "And Russia's the bait because I'm the leader and leaders can't be baits, while Scotty is the liaison agent, which means he's gotta report all our stuff right back to England, so he can't be the bait in case he gets hurt or something." Raising his eyebrows, America smirked.

"Think of it this way, Russia- your fat ass will finally be put to some use." Shifting the gear on his back (he had managed to grab two swords, just in case one had too dull of a blade or something went wrong), he added, "Also, since I'm leader, that's my final decision."

[Russia]

"As I've said before, my country is not communist, or at least not currently~ I wonder how many times I'll have to say it before it gets through your thick skull,da?" Or maybe all America's brainpower was just all being taken up to make a plan that was at least slightly logical? Russia would probably never know, without looking in his head - which would be slightly messy, now he thought about it.

"What are you even expecting the 'bait' to do, anyway? Or have you used all of your tiny intelligence allowance for today?" - he was ignoring America's comment, for now, anyway.

[Scotland]

The redhead was grinning away as America rattled off his explanation, mixed with insults for the other superpower. Once his ex-colony finished speaking, he looked to Russia for counter-arguement as he enjoyed his smoke. Even while watching the two, he was shooting glances around them, keeping watch on their surroundings for any sign of the behemoths that were supposedly out here, or any of the smaller siblings that he was already quite familiar with.

Russia spoke his peace and seemed to accept America as leader, as there was no bid offered for himself to the position. He'd expected more out of the large nation, and hoped this was just a warm up. He was certain both were quite capable and even dynamic leaders, and at this point, Scotland was used to obeying orders. Well, obeying some orders.

"The bait must be brave," he offered, hoping that would make America hesitate by suggesting the part of bait go to Russia because he was braver.

[America]

"Fuck you," America breathed, childishly pouting and unable to come up with a better comeback to what Russia said. He had no idea why England bothered putting them on a team. Didn't he know that Russia was on the top of America's 'Countries I Hate Most' list? Everyone should know, what with the way they treated each other constantly. Rubbing at his arms to keep out the cold, America simply glared at Russia, angry that he wasn't thinking up anything good to say.

When Scotland gave the piece of information about the bait, America snorted, rolling his eyes. "'Course the bait's gotta be brave," he agreed. "That's why I put Ru-"

Shit.

America stopped mid-sentence, his eyes growing when he realized what he had just been about to say. No way was Russia braver than he was! It was impossible! Clearing his throat and blushing just a tad, America quickly began to backtrack. "The bait doesn't have to be brave. All he does is stand there like an idiot and wait for a zombie to attack him. You and I, Scotty, will come up from behind the zombie and slice it's head off and then Russia will be stupid 'cause he did nothing!" Then, just for good measure, he added, "Russia's just a coward!"

[Russia]

"Oh, so clever~ What were you about to call me, America?" he said, knowing full well what he was going to - he did hear Scotland, after all. 

"If the bait was cowardly, wouldn't they would just run away and leave the others to fight it? If you want to be the ones the zombie is targeting while you're attempting to deal with it, you can try if you want, I'll just go watch~“ this probably wasn't an option, really (people would probably object - they all seemed to like him for some reason) , but it was a good one. Maybe America would stop bothering him for a while? But letting him die or be injured, however attractive, would mean there would be less people around to defend against the zombies and keep the people he did like out of the way... ((rambly russia is rambly))

[Scotland]

Scotland was covering the lower hand of his face with the hand that was holding his cigarette so he wouldn't outright laugh at the two. That would only kill the mood. As long as none of the eternally hungry was upon them, why not have a little fun and them work out some of their differences? Sometimes it took two men punching each other in the face, either verbally or non-verbally, to put bad blood aside and make room for a new friendship.

He swung his gaze over as Russia snapped back, and then his gaze swung back to America. He'd never gotten to watch one of their fights before, but heard about them from England. England had always been afraid Scotland would make it worse if he attended the world meetings, which he would have, and was now trying to make up for all the years of denial.

Still no sign of monsters. Maybe they weren't here. They would have to cut the head off a regular zombie and claim the monsters had shrunken heads. Huge body, tiny head. He could just imagine the constipated expression England would be wearing.

"Aye, aye, a coward would run," he threw in, just for fun. "Or get killed fer not runnin'."

[America]

"I can't do it!" America snapped, giving a childish pout. "I'm the leader, remember? A leader doesn't put himself as the bait!" Oh, but making Russia the bait would pretty much say that he trusted Russia, that he believed Russia to be brave. It seemed the larger country had already caught his slip-up from before. They were both trying to goad him into taking Russia's position. They were simply using reverse psychology.

Or, actually, they could be using 'reverse-reverse' psychology. Russia might not want to give up his position as bait, but by luring America into a trap of being forced to choose to chop off a zombie's head or bait a zombie, he knew America wouldn't go for the latter option. He knew America wanted to be out in the action. Russia was probably too cowardly and weak to try and do America's job. He probably wanted to stay as a bait.

And America hated giving Russia what he wanted.

"I guess you just can't handle cutting off a zombie's head, can you?" the superpower mocked, a smirk on his face. "See, Scotland? He is a coward! He's just using these mind tricks on me to try and keep his position as the bait. Well, I see right through his Communist mind-tricks."

[[Intelligence level: America.]]

[Russia]

"You don't even know what it's called, do you? Your country's intelligence has a fondness for 'mind tricks', too~" True, he was, but since when was using the same tactics back at him going to work?

"How many wars were you in where you had to nearly stare the opponent in the face while you killed him, sobaka? By that, you're the one more likely to 'not be able to handle' it than either of us~"

((I'm sorry, Scotland, for not including you, really ^^; both of us are apparently more stubborn IC than I thought... XD))

[Scotland]

[America, you are brilliant. And don't worry Russia. Scotland really just wants to watch you two. Like a creeper. He just speaks to stir the pot.]

"Aye, aye," Scotland nodded in agreement with America's rambling that really didn't make much sense to anyone else but him. Though Russia didn't need to know that. Scotland was having a grand enough time that he lit up a second smoke off the still burning cherry of the first. The first died a quick death under his boot, and he enjoyed its successor.

"Where's his sword ta cut off heads, aye," he threw in, this time downplaying Russia's position. There was no chance of establishing a leader on real merits here. They'd be lucky if they officially established who was bait. Meanwhile, Scotland was making his own battle plan in his head.

[America]

"I have my sword!" America exclaimed angrily, pointing to the two swords that were resting in their scabbards across his back. "What, you didn't think I'd come prepared?" He snorted at that. Typical. People usually associated laziness and irresponsibility with him. Not that he was denying that completely, as he knew both of those accusations were just slightly true, but he hated it when others pointed it out. "See, I even brought two swords! Look how prepared I am now!"

And then he knew he'd have to stick to the matter at hand- the bait. He didn't exactly want to be the bait. He was brave enough, yes, but he wanted to do a sneak attack. But, if Russia wanted to be the bait, then he wouldn't. It was illegal for Russia to get his way on America's team. "I'm the bait!" America exclaimed, ignoring what Russia was trying to tell him. "Russia, you and Scotty will do the sneak attack. And don't mess it up, Commie. I have a feeling you will."

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[Russia]

"Ehh, ok~" if America was volunteering to be the bait, finally, he wasn't going to sound happy or disapprove and make America start complaining, again. However likely it was that America would 'mess up', like always.

"Have we been told where we're going? If so, we should move, da?"

((Graaagh, I can't think of anything to sayyy... -^- and Scotland, this is why you shouldn't say those kinds of things to me ^^;: ))

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[Scotland]

[Ahahahahah, Russia! I get the feeling I should say more weird things to you]

Scotland almost fell off his bike. He was indicating Russia didn't have a sword, but to have America volunteer to be bait just took the cake.

"Yer bum's oot the windae /you're talking nonsense/," he said in a kind of shock. Though having America be both the bait and the leader worked. America was the loudest and most attention grabbing so he'd make excellent bait. Also, often the leader took on the hardest play, which was to keep the zombie distracted from the other meals closing in. Russia was big and strong, but he was rather quiet. He probably wouldn't be good bait.

Scotland was scanning the area around them for a piece of equipment he wished he'd brought with him. A chain. The longer the better. A sturdy rope would do in a pinch.

"Eh? Ain't we there?" he asked when Russia indicated they should keep moving. Then he threw down his smoke and ground it under his heel. "America, ye be braw /good/ bait. Yer loud an' ye should be able ta hold its attention. A good leader makes sacrifices, like."

Then he looked to Russia. "I got a sword. Ya got some power. Keep yer eyes open fer some chain or rope."

He leaned back on his bike seat and folded his arms behind his head. "Who brought the zombie matin' call?"