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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 13, 2012 16:58:33 GMT -5
It had been so long since anyone had hugged Czech the way America did. It had been so long that when America placed his arms around her, her body tensed up in surprise her hands flying up about to slap in defence but forced herself to stop. She listened to his words meant to sooth her of the strain her emotions were being put through...and to be honest it was working like a charm.
After a moment had passed she slowly relaxed herself and surrendered to his warm embrace giving just a tiny smile. She felt like crying but stopped herself reminding herself that she was not a child...she was a grown woman and was not a cry baby!
A moment of silence overcame them until Czech finally found a way to speak.
"No it won't be the same..."
'Because I am going to make it 10 times better than before!' is what she wanted to say but was cut off by a foreign noise. She placed her ear to the air as she listened intently...wondering what she had heard. Everything was silent again...but that was the problem...it was far too quiet.
Without warning the nation grabbed the rifle slung around her shoulder pushing America away just slightly as she cocked it back took aim and fired. The shot rang out like an echo until all was silent where Czech stood staring at her handiwork...
The Zombie stumbled forward despite it's head being shot clean off...it took a couple more steps then fell to the ground. It had been killed twice by the young nation who stood quietly a cold merciless look her eye showing no signs of remorse nor pity for the deed.
(Lol...I felt like it needed some action if that's okay?)
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Post by America on Sept 13, 2012 17:11:55 GMT -5
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America had been about to reply to her statement, but she suddenly pushed him out of the way and shot at something. Stumbling slightly, America glanced up just in time to see a headless zombie fall to the ground. He couldn't believe he hadn't seen that coming. He felt ridiculous right then, since he was the one who was supposed to be on patrol and watch out for everything. And there he was, letting his guard down and making Czech do the dirty work.
He let out a gust of air. "Man, Czech, you're quick on that gun!" he praised, facing her once more. "I wouldn't wanna get in a fight with you anytime soon!" He held on tightly to his own rifle, looking back over the horizon. "I guess we'd better actually patrol. I mean, 'smuch as I enjoy talking to you, we can't get sidetracked, right?" He smiled, gesturing her forward. "Let's go check out that zombie and see if there are any more in the area."
One thing he learned about zombies was that they were unpredictable. Sometimes, one would stumble into the premises of their warehouse. Other times, they'd get dozens of zombies. They traveled in packs and they traveled alone. There was no set pattern for a zombie to follow- they just ran towards the smell of fresh blood, the smell of living creatures.
That's what had him so nervous all the time.
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 13, 2012 18:38:36 GMT -5
Her eyes never left the zombie's lifeless body even as America spoke to her. Death always made Czech stop and stare...especially if it were blood on her own hands. With human's it was hard for to face what she had done often spend hours in her room crying over it...but with these creatures she was surprisingly numb...she felt nothing...no remorse, no pleasure and no satisfaction whatsoever...
When America spoke she nodded quietly finally taking her eyes of her victim. She gave a small pause when he said that he would not want to get in a fight with her. This was very true. She might of appeared cute and adorable but underneath that sweet smile was a dark side that was cruel and made no distinction between friend and enemy...
"You're right..." she looked and gave him a funny look as a sweet yet deranged smile touched her lips. This was proof that she was in fact very closely related to Russia for when in one these 'mood swings' she would create an aura around her that made anyone pull back in fear.
"You wouldn't want to fight with me Mr. America...if we did you'd loose your arms and legs in a heartbeat." she giggled then began to walk off where he gestured her...her regular adorable self returning.
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Post by America on Sept 13, 2012 19:05:51 GMT -5
Eyes widening in shock, America stared closely at Czech, wondering what that was all about. Perhaps she was mentally scarred by the zombies. Geez, he hoped not. If someone as seemingly bright and happy as Czech could get affected by a nation filled with zombies, why couldn't he? or maybe he had cracked already and he just hadn't yet noticed.
However, when she smiled gleefully again, all signs of creepiness gone, America just brushed it off as a weird sort of behavior, probably one she picked up from those crazy Europeans. "Yeah...maybe," he muttered, unsure of how to respond to her when she said something weird like that. "Um...anyway, let's just...patrol." He swallowed before nodding and looking down at the zombie he had walked over to.
It was dead, obviously, and it seemed to be one of the normal ones. No strange radioactive growth on him. "Well, at least we're not getting anything different than the normal zombies," he told himself, kicking the creature with his foot. It made no movements, so he shrugged. "I don't see anymore around, so why don't we just walk in a straight line down there-" he pointed past the zombie. "-and see if we can spot anything?"
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 13, 2012 19:47:56 GMT -5
Her eyes followed his finger ahead and smiled to him. "Sure Mr. America!" She said cheerfully. "If there are anymore..." She held up her trusty rifle as she cocked it back showing that she was to fire at will. "I'll take care of them with no problem!"
She slung the firearm over she shoulder once more and began to walk with a slight marching tempo in her step...an old habit of her's when off to do a job. She looked back and saw America's frightened look. It was only a flash yet she could see it clear as day. She frowned and blushed...she figured that her little 'personality switches' occurred again. They would always appear when she was around her cousins Russia and Belarus, the appearance of that witch Hungary, and of course when mercilessly killing an enemy. Afterwards she always felt bad for them knowing how scary she could get when in one of her switches.
"Um...Mr. America..." she asked nervously acting shy again whilst fiddling with her scarf.
"I'm sorry if I made you nervous before with my past behaviour...Its a bit involuntary I'm afraid!"
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Post by America on Sept 14, 2012 10:15:49 GMT -5
America slung his own rifle over his shoulder, following Czech and making sure to keep alert eyes out across the plains. He didn't want another incident recurring when he was caught off guard. Not only was it dangerous, but it made him look quite ridiculous and incapable of ever taking care of himself. He had already proven he was a strong fighter, helpful in battles, but if he kept this up, no one would have any sort of faith in him.
However, he paused when he heard Czech apologizing. "Oh, it's alright!" he exclaimed, jogging a few steps to catch up with the European nation. "I'm kinda used to it. I mean, Russia's all physco, too, you know?" He shrugged and gave the girl a grin, trying to show that everything was alright. "I guess it comes with having been through a whole lot of shit, huh?" It did surprise him that a girl as sweet and innocent-looking as her could actually be quite a scary and deadly killer. He supposed that, as nations, they were a bit cracked from so many wars, so many years spent watching everyone around them die, so many decisions that could bring peace or destruction to their lands and people. Czech wouldn't be any different, especially if she had been through a lot more than he had.
"Have you always, uh...acted like that?" he asked, trying not to sound too rude.
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 14, 2012 12:32:06 GMT -5
A question that was as personal as that would have been considered rude to most of the private residents of Czech's nation. Yet with Czech didn’t mind it...in fact she felt flattered that he actually was an interest in it. Most would just brush it off and need no explanation coming to their own conclusions of her being anything but sane. She rolled her eyes to the sky, thinking about her childhood where it began.
'Well...at first I never had this side of me. When I was but a tiny child I lived peacefully with my mother Bohemia and use to always...play with France and England..." She snickered mischeivously thinking back on how she'd torment the living daylights out of those poor boys! Her smile turned a little grey as her eyes fell on the ground her eyes watching as her black boots moving one step in front of the other. She tucked the hair behind her ears before continuing.
"I was still really young when my mother died and was taken in as a servant to the house of Mr. Austria where it was my duty to mend his clothes after battle which was perfectly fine! But the wars started to get more critical and I was forced to fight against the likes of Prussia..." She shuddered at the thought of the first beating he gave her...it ended with her getting a broken arm and a large bandage for her leg...
"After the fall of Austria and Prussia's empires I was taken in by my cousin Russia...there it was a lot harsher...it was either fight or die...so naturally I had to create a separate side of me...one that could take all the abuse that I would endure...after that I lived with my brother Slovakia...then came WWII with the whole Munich Agreement...And the rest is history..." She shuddered, thinking of how much cruelty Germany had shown her when she had been under his control…it was hard times them…times when she was always cold and starving barely having the will to live…but that was the past and there was no way that she’d let it drag her down…
She looked up and flashed a smile.
“So yeah that’s pretty much how I developed it! It comes in handy when I am in battle mode!” She blushed slightly. “Sorry I talk too much! Is it alright if we talk about you now?” She asked with a large grin wanting to get to know the new nation as well as she could. In times like these you needed as many friends as you could get.
"What was your childhood like Mr. America?" She asked with child like curiosty...wondering how a nation such as himself developed.
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Post by America on Sept 14, 2012 15:29:18 GMT -5
America listened to her history, narrowing his eyes out at the lands before she finished. It seemed as if every European nation underwent so many hardships and changes. He was shocked with how they all managed to survive. War seemed to be a favorite pastime of theirs, as he had noticed after gaining his independence, and every country was affected by these such wars.
He glanced down at her to see her bright smile, getting out of his thoughts just in time to hear her question. His childhood. He smiled back, the memories fondly coming to his mind. Though he knew it pained England to hear much of America's past (the whole 'revolution' thing was still a sore subject), he did like talking about it, talking about those good old days.
"Well, I guess you know already that a bunch of European nations wanted me. I was too handsome for my own good, even as a toddler." He smirked, stepping aside a slippery spot on the ground so as to not fall. "England and France were really the ones fighting over me. I mean, sure there were others...like, I remember Finland and Sweden hanging around. But, after a while, it was clear that either France or England would get me. I chose England, which is kind of obvious."
He sighed happily, his eyes twinkling as he recalled his past. "I think England was always exasperated with me. I tried acting like a good kid, but it was more exciting to go climb a tree or play with the animals, you know? But he loved me. He would always smile at me and he'd tell me bedtime stories and let me play around with my toys. He even made me some of my own." The young country scratched at his cheek. "Guess I left them back down at home. Maybe they'll still be there when I return."
Glancing back over at Czech, he continued with his story. "Then I started growing up and...I think England wanted to keep me the same size. You know, he wanted an adorable, little boy and I couldn't give him that. And I started reading different books about government and freedoms, and I realized I wanted that. I wanted to speak out and let my own people control themselves. After the war he fought against France, he raised our taxes and I spoke to him about lowering them, about giving me a place in his Parliment, but it was a no-go. So...we fought and I won."
He clicked his tongue up against the roof of his mouth, lost in deep thought, then grinned. "And that's about it for my childhood." The past wasn't all that painful, but it did leave behind some bitter memories.
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 14, 2012 16:24:22 GMT -5
A large smile touched her face as she listened...giggling here and there about him being fought over...then being fussed over by England. It was very rare that she would see the Britain ever show such a sweet big brother kind of nature...it was only when she had an accident or was sick did he show it towards her...She was rather envious but the kind of envy where you'd smile about it! She looked at him and saw the bitter look in them...she Couldn't begin to understand how it felt to oppose someone who loved and took care of you. Yet she could tell from their relationship today that it wasn't all that estranged! That made her very happy...family after all was the most important thing in her life and she felt that other nations should see it that way too.
"You sound absolutely adorable Mr. America! I wish I could see what you look like!" it was then a small idea dawned upon her as her hand reached down to her skirt but hesitated. Should she show him? It was embarrassing but she felt like she wanted him to see it...
"Hey...would you like to see what...what I looked like as a child?"
Reaching to her skirt and from the folds in a secret pocket pulled out a worn folded up picture. She opened it gently, careful not damage it then placed it towards America unable to look up for fear of her blush being discovered...
In the black and White photo you could see her as a pre-teen dressed up in the fancy corset and lace dresses that were in fashion at the time, and her hair was cut so short it reached just past her ears with a small butterfly pin to pull back her bangs. What made the picture embarrassing was the fact that in it she had a fist right in France's face who stood next to her in the photo and the other arm cocked back, her elbow hitting England dead center of her face. In it there was a look of both horror and fury mixed in her eyes.
It was embarrassing and rather shameful of a young lady such as herself...However it was the only picture she had left of her childhood and treasured it as such.
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Post by America on Sept 15, 2012 19:06:53 GMT -5
America gently took the picture from her hands, handling it with great care, and stared at it for a few seconds before his face lit up in a bright smile. "This is probably the greatest picture I've ever seen," he said. "Just..oh my gosh, look at England?" He let out a bark of laughter, eyes twinkling in amusement. "H-He...oh, that must have hurt!" For some reason, he found the entire thing incredibly funny, and couldn't help but laugh a bit more, the image growing even more hilarious the longer he looked at it.
Finally, he managed to control his laughter, but kept the grin on his face, handing the picture back to Czech. "Keep that. Keep it forever and ever." Then, realizing he ought to say something about her (since, after all, it was a picture of her), he added, "Besides, you're quite a catch right there. I didn't think you had short hair, but you're rocking that! When was this one taken?"
He wished they had cameras back when he was a child. Though most memories were burned into his mind, he would have liked to have a few keepsakes of special events. He clearly remembered when England gave him his first suit, how proud he was to wear it, to look all sophisticated. Or when he wrote his first letter to England. Granted, the island nation had been beside him the entire time, helping him with the more difficult words, but he held such pride in that letter.
Yes, cameras would have been nice. He couldn't complain, though- at least he remembered.
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 15, 2012 19:46:00 GMT -5
She looked up her face red as a tomato but was relieved that he didn't criticize her over it much like Mr. Austria did when he first caught sight of it. Her face turned even redder as she took her photo back and heard him compliment her. Usually the only one who's ever do that was France...but he'd been doing that since she was a child so it didn't really count! She placed it very gently back into the secret pocket smoothing out her skirt as her blush died down and her smile turned slightly sheepish.
"It was taken during the 1800s right when I was starting to mature...at the time I was a very rebellious young lady and didn't want to do a thing Mr. Austria wanted me to...so in retaliation I cut my hair that short to show him that I wasn't going to follow his rules or his customs..."
She thought back on that glorious day...she was dressed up in boy's trousers her clothes covered in dirt from the rough housing she had been doing with Prussia and her long reddish brown hair in tangles. Of course Austria was horrified as well as furious that she even stepped foot in the house that way and demanded that she go change at once...then he even had the nerve to say that 'a least you grew your hair out like i told you...at least you were smart enough to remember that!'. She sighed and continued.
"You see he insulted me and called me stupid...and said that growing my hair out was obviously the only thing I was smart enough to follow...So I stood up yelled right into his face that I wasn't his property and then took a knife and cut it right in front of him! I was very proud of myself..."
Her look turned even more sheepish as she used her hand to scratch the back of her head.
"But then he called in France and England and told them to turn me into a proper young lady cause apparently it was their fault for not teaching me when I was little in the first place... the two...while I was napping one evening... dressed me up fixed my cropped hair without my consent and wanted to take a picture of their success...I however wanted to show them that I wasn't beaten that easily!"
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Post by America on Sept 16, 2012 14:05:17 GMT -5
"I guess even countries are supposed to act mature and nice and everything," America stated, remembering his own culture during that particular time period. Granted, he was starting to move further out west, where rules and traditions were different, but girls were still expected to act a certain way and do a certain thing. He continued walking, running his fingers through his hair and thinking it over. Europe seemed to be a different place. He couldn't ever imagine England calling him stupid when he was a colony.
Shaking his head, he sighed. "I don't think I could ever understand you Europeans," he muttered. Their lives seemed so different. So much fighting and arguing and hunger for power. While he had been over in his hemisphere with his whole 'Manifest Destiny' thing, the others had been bickering among themselves.
Pushing that out of his mind (because he had already established that fact that they were completely different from each other), he grinned once more. "So, you didn't let nobody tell you what to do? That's awesome. Man, I can imagine you as this kick-ass teenager. I'll bet England and France didn't know what hit them. Literally."
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 16, 2012 14:25:49 GMT -5
Czech smiled at him shyly pushing the bangs from her eyes.
"Th--Thank you Mr. America though I think that many of the other European nations didn't think I so kick ass...though Mr. Prussia didn't seem to mind since I made Mr. Austria's life a living hell..."
She began to giggle at her own little joke. It was funny...because it was true. Looking up at him gave him a sweet smile.
"Being independent comes at a price though...after a while when I was still maturing I realized how rude my behavior was...as a lady I am suppose to act as one! And as a result of my immaturity no one would take me seriously. So I finally put aside my little attitude and dressed up as a young lady should acted like one but only when in front of those who mattered. With my best friends I was only then able to act myself..."
She thought back on when she finally began to wear the tight scratchy dresses without someone ordering her to...the way she would fix her hair and behave like a proper young lady. When Austria saw it he was actually horrified because he had thought she was sick with a fever. France and England were very impressed especially England who commended her for her great maturity and France especially impressed with her sense of style and mannerisms (which she had actually borrowed from him).
She grinned at America's last response...
"Hahaha! Oh yes! Even after knowing me for centuries those two kretens could never figure out when I was going to sock it to them! But even though their idiots I still have to love them! They're like big brothers to me!" She looked to America now.
"Come to think of it...don't you have a brother Mr. America...Its Mr. Canada right?"
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Post by America on Sept 16, 2012 15:44:02 GMT -5
Being independent certainly did come at a price. America nodded when she said that, knowing all too well just how costly rebelling was, just how costly becoming one's own nation was. You lost things you'd rather note lose. And you gained some things that you'd rather not gain. It was worth it, of course, but America didn't know if any nation was ever prepared to tackle such a huge responsibility.
However, he smiled when she talked about England and France. Yep. They were idiots alright. Loveable idiots, as she said, but idiots, nonetheless. And when she mentioned Canada, his face lit up. "Yep! Canada's my bro! You don't gotta call him Mr. Canada, though- he's not cool enough for that." Of course, that was a false statement. Canada was pretty cool, and America had always been proud to call him his brother.
"We're twins, actually. I think I'm the older one. For simplicity sake, let's say I'm the older one." He chuckled, looking up at the cloudy sky. "Man, we've had some real good times, Canada and I. I don't think we fought as much as you did with your, uh, siblings. I mean, yeah, we have had some stressful times when he was still England's colony and I was a growing country, but I'd like to think that we've always been friends. Deep down, I know he cares for me just as much as I care for him."
Feeling he spoke a bit too much (as always), he shrugged. "I dunno if anyone else has as awesome a relationship as Mattie and I do."
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Post by Czech Republic on Sept 16, 2012 16:37:11 GMT -5
A small feeling of annoyance touched Czech's eyes when he stated his brother wasn't cool enough for her to call him Mister. Her eye twitched slightly. It was part of her mannerisms to call everyone she didn't know personally Mister Miss or Misses and besides she thought that Canada was a cool guy! Polite, not too loud a perfect gentleman in her book!
As she listened to him talk her look of annoyance turned warm...so he did think highly of is brother after all? That was nice...she wondered what it was like to have a brother who you could openly talk about and not be embarrassed around...It made her jealous to the core.
"You're lucky!" She said as she crossed her arms tightly against her chest as she jutted her lip out in a pout.
"I wish I had a brother like yours! Mine are so annoying! Poland is such a loud mouth! Telling embarrassing stories of when I was a baby, criticizing my appearance and always wants to dress me up like a doll! And my twin Slovakia is no better! He is so over protective!! Every time I come anywhere near a male nation or vice versa he attempts to strangle them!"
She gave a pause after saying this then reached over and touched America's shoulder.
"On that note you might want to watch your back..."
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