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Post by America on Oct 17, 2012 20:46:39 GMT -5
America doubled over slightly when Czech kneed him in his gut. He supposed it was fair, though, since he had done the same to her just seconds earlier. Besides, in a fight, it was best to catch one unexpected, and Czech certainly was doing a brilliant job with that. She was a formidable opponent, that was for sure, and America pitied any poor soul who had to face her in a fight.
Hell, he even pitied the zombies. Just a bit.
However, when she told him that he was allowed to freely hit her, he straightened his glasses, biting his lip in confusion. Hit her? Just...go up and hit someone like that? A girl, nonetheless. Despite how he knew she could take care of himself, despite how he knew women were strong and she was obviously no exception, he just couldn't bring himself to go against what he was taught and actually punch a girl.
He might not have ever been given the gentleman title, but he most certainly was.
"Uh, no," he cleared his throat, smiling nervously. "I feel that's kinda cheating, see? I wouldn't let you hit me like that, so I won't hit you with a freebie." And that should work to cover up the fact that he didn't want to hit her because she was a girl. He was afraid she might take offense to that.
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Post by Czech Republic on Oct 20, 2012 17:03:18 GMT -5
It was just as she thought...he was soft on women. Though she felt a little insulted by the notion she knew that this was very important information to her. It meant that he wouldn't hurt her...too badly.
Still...a rather confused look came over her face when he said this.
"Hmm...really? If I were to offer this to any other man I know they'd take up my offer in a heartbeat!"
She thought it over quietly.
"I think I remember offering the same to Russia and he happily took the chance to get even; knocked out a couple my teeth...course we're slavs so that might explain it!"
Her eyes trailed up from her thoughts looking him over seeing him off guard once more. Well it was time to make her move once more. She moved at him her feet not even looking like they were touching the ground as she cocked her fist back looking as though she was about to hit him yet her real intentions were aimed towards the lower regions as her foot reached out to kick his leg.
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Post by America on Oct 20, 2012 21:15:11 GMT -5
"I'm not any other man," America pointed out, a blush coming to his face when he realized she probably saw right through his excuses. She knew what his motives were for holding back. And she didn't seem exactly pleased about it, obviously. But it wasn't that she couldn't take it. He knew she could take maybe 25% of what he threw at her. It was more of the fact that he would feel absolutely awful if he did anything to her. What if he went over that 25% limit? What if he hit her and knocked her out or made her bleed? He wouldn't be able to live with himself for beating up a girl.
He was so deep in thought that he barely saw her coming. But, luckily, his senses were as alert as ever. Should he catch her fist or her leg? He didn't have any time to think before grabbing at her leg, pleased when he caught her. He couldn't have her kicking him. That would probably be quite painful.
Just as quickly as he had grabbed her leg, he yanked it to the side, effectively yanking her body along with it, before letting go and allowing her to fall to the ground. He took a deep breath when the threat was over with. "Geez," he mumbled. "You keep catching me off guard today." He looked down worriedly at her body. "You okay?" he asked. "I didn't bruise you, did I? Did you break any bones? I really didn't mean to be that harsh on ya."
Oh, god, if he hurt her...
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Post by Czech Republic on Oct 20, 2012 21:38:24 GMT -5
She looked up from that...her eyes wide in what looked like shock more than anything else. She really did not expect that though thought that it was fun! The unexpectancy when it came to a fight was always the fun part!
She reached a hand up to her face, touched it then brought it back in front of her and saw that there was blood. It was then she realized that during the fall her nose must of taken a bit of the impact. It was a pretty good throw.
She stood up pinching her nose as it bleed just a little, staining her shirt. She thought about how lucky she was that it was black fabric knowing that trying to get blood stains out of clothes was near impossible.
She looked up at America and despite her bleeding raised a hand up with a thumbs up to show that she was fine. "It's totally fine America! Stop worrying so much! If it hurts I'll be sure to let ya know okay?"
Bullshit. If it really hurt she wouldn't tell him herself. She'd let it sink in, sink in, and sink in until she was drowning in it and her body was at her limit. One of her weaknesses of being so arrogant and prideful.
Taking her broken nose in both hands she fixed it in one 'crack' setting it straight and reaching a hand up to wipe the blood with the back of her hand. She looked up at America then took up a fighting stance. She thought she'd let the old man have a break.
"Your move America."
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Post by America on Oct 20, 2012 22:05:30 GMT -5
Annnnnnnnd
He hurt her.
Instantly, America's heart sped up. He ignored what she said about it being fine, about it being his move, and ran up to her, grabbing her shoulders and lifting her face up to survey the damage he had caused. It was one thing when he wounded an enemy. It was another thing when he wounded an ally. A female ally, nonetheless. "Shit, I broke your nose," he muttered, biting at his lip.
Now he felt bad.
No, he felt more than bad. He felt completely awful. "I-I'm so sorry," he apologized, carefully wiping more of the blood off her face. "I,I just was-wasn't controlling my strength an-and I'm just so sorry!" He took back one of his hands, sighing and running his fingers through his hair. That wasn't even most of his strength. He had actually assumed he had done a pretty good job in watching just how much of it he used, and now look what happened...
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Post by Czech Republic on Oct 20, 2012 22:47:05 GMT -5
Czech was ready for anything that he could've dished out at her. Except for being grabbed by the shoulders and meetings eyes with a clearly apologetic and very worried man. She was almost expecting him to strike at her when he run up to her but no, he instead was grabbing her shoulders and looking at her with so much feels of regret in his blue eyes.
She was rather shocked by this. She had never seen another nation male or female run at her just to see if she was okay. And it was only a little break in her nose that wasn't even really his fault! Flinching when he began to wipe the leftover traces of blood on her face she saw him biting his lip running his fingers through his hair looking absoulutlely terrible for what he had done.
An annoyed look crossed her face not exactly liking to be babyed over like this.
"America?" Her hand flew up and slapped him in the face. Not too hard just enough to knock some sense into him.
"Get a hold of yourself."
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Post by America on Oct 21, 2012 14:28:55 GMT -5
America fell silent when she slapped him, thankful that she didn't do it too hard. He wasn't in the mood to be knocked out or something by her force. Once the sting edged away, his eyes snapped up to hers, sighing when he saw that she wasn't angry with him. That still didn't take away most of the guilt that was still stirring around in his chest, though.
"Y-Yeah, um..." He released her, taking a few steps back. "I just didn't expect that to hurt you," he muttered, rubbing his neck sheepishly. He knew he ought to back off. Czech was a grown woman, a grown country, and a strong person. She could take care of herself, and she could deal with small injuries like that. He didn't have to try to baby her every single moment of their fight. He deserved the slap, even, because he now realized he was being far too pushy and clingy for his own good. He needed to back off and trust that she could take what he would throw at her.
Of course, he would still keep his strength low.
He took a deep breath, sent her an apologetic glance for what he was about to do, then quickly brought his leg out, bringing it in a sweeping motion to knock her off her feet.
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Post by Czech Republic on Oct 21, 2012 15:03:40 GMT -5
She looked at him quietly hands planted on her hips with a look of distain present. It slowly melted away to show a smile warm smile. Seeing him all sheepish and nervous was down right adorable. Almost as adorable as she was. Almost.
Shaking her head, Czech smiled up at America.
"America it may be a little hard for you to understand...but European women are notoriously tough. I am European but I am a slav...and slavs are one of the toughest women around so don't you have to--"
She was cut short from her little talk when she felt that the ground had slipped completely from under her. She fell flat on her back looking up with wide eyes. He got her again. Now that she was gonna get him back for.
Bringing both of her legs up Czech leaned them back putting all her lower weight on her bottom half then brought them down as she managed to bring herself back up from the ground. She waisted little time running at America and bringing her fist to his chest a large smile on her face.
It was obvious that the slav was having fun.
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Post by America on Oct 21, 2012 15:40:10 GMT -5
America grinned when he saw her fall to the ground in what appeared to be a pretty painless manner. He knew he shouldn't worry so much, but he did. Throw that aside, he told himself. Just focus on keeping your force low and she'll be much happier then she would if you didn't do anything at all. They both would be happier, actually- her because he'd be fighting, him because no one would get hurt.
Once she jumped back on her feet, she punched him in the chest, making him stumble back once more, a quick gasp escaping his lips. It was nothing to fret over, though. "Ha!" he laughed, straightening himself. "You think a little shove like that could push me over? I have a body of steel, baby!"
He then shot forward again, aiming his fist to her side.
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Post by Czech Republic on Oct 21, 2012 17:41:01 GMT -5
A frown touched her face when she drew back seeing how her hit did little to affect him. Her eyes narrowed into a death glare not liking for her strength to be mocked. Yet she understood that he was having just as much fun as she was now and decided that holding a grudge over something as silly as that was well...silly!
A slow and very mischievous smile spread across her face almost resembling that of the Chesire Cat. His fist never touched her as she moved to the side but she reached over grabbing his arm and using his own weight against him throws him much like he did to her before.
A giggle was heard from her.
"Eye for an eye!"
She teased while making a childish face, sticking her tongue out at him.
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Post by America on Oct 21, 2012 20:18:21 GMT -5
America really wasn't ready when she threw him. Maybe he did walk into that one, though. It seemed pretty obvious, now that he thought about it. He skidded on the ground, scraping up his elbow as he did so, ruining his shirt and jeans. Okay, so perhaps actually fighting with her was a lot more fun than he had originally anticipated. It sure was taking the load of stress off his shoulder, and she seemed to be having a good time, too.
Why didn't he do this sooner?
He quickly stood, laughing loudly at her mock. "I'm sure I got you worse!" he exclaimed rather cheerfully, judging her position. He only took a few seconds to look her over before darting towards her, meaning to punch her. Then he realized his fist was aimed for her chest, and since he certainly didn't want anything awkward happening, he changed his mind at the last minute and tackled her, ramming her shoulders roughly into the ground.
'Gotcha!" he cried out joyfully.
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Post by Czech Republic on Oct 22, 2012 6:54:25 GMT -5
"I'm sure I got you worse!"
Czech couldn't help but laugh and show him a rather broad smile. He was having fun too. That filled her with so much joy that the clingy and overprotective American was now starting to let loose and have fun with it.
Her thoughts were short lived when she was tackled to the ground, her shoulders grabbed and shoved down. She looked up up him when he gave his cry of joy looking at him quietly as she let the pain rush through her system allowing it to turn into a form of pleasure then saw his smile.
Warm and joy came over her at once.
"So, are you having fun now?"
She asked as her leg flew up meant to him in the chest while a hand flew up and grabbed his neck not too tightly just enough to stun him. She didn't want her new favorite sparring partner to suffocate after all!
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Post by America on Oct 22, 2012 10:16:35 GMT -5
America grunted in pain when her leg struck his chest, though he didn't lose the amusement in his eyes. He really missed having fun like this. Before the zombies came, he had always been playful and carefree, but ever since he had been sent to Canada to defeat those monsters, he could feel all that innocence slowly slipping away from him. He kept the smile, he kept the laughter, but some of the happiness had been lost in the situation of complete and utter hopelessness.
But his friends were bringing it back: England, Canada, Japan, and now even Czech (though he had never exactly considered her a friend before). He was so grateful to them for doing everything they did, for helping him see the fun in the world like he always used to.
He slipped out of her grasp, moving far enough away that she wouldn't be able to reach him when she, too, stood up. "Yeah," he answered. "I'm having fun kicking your butt!"
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Post by Czech Republic on Oct 22, 2012 12:05:09 GMT -5
Pushing her auburn hair from her eyes she looked at his happy face then her eyes narrowed into concentration at his little challenge. Taking it for what it was she ran at him without even thinking about it. Her old fighting skills were coming back to her to the point that she didn’t need as much hesitation.
She did multiple move this time faking the she was about to hit his face while bringing a fist into his gut. She flashed him a malicious grin then without warning sent him down on the ground much like he had done to her. She pinned his shoulders down showing him her cutest smile like she was a cute little girl.
“What were you saying before?”
She punched him in the chest hitting a pressure point known as the ‘solar plexus’ just before the ribcage. The punch was gentle compared to the rest but she still should have gotten the same reaction as with any other man. This pressure point was used specially to knock the wind out of a person just enough to stun them.
She was still top of him looking at him intently like a curious child waiting to see if the pressure point worked. Of course it would work, she assured herself. Even America isn’t that strong…is he?
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Post by America on Oct 22, 2012 19:53:22 GMT -5
America didn't have much any time to do anything before Czech suddenly punched him in his gut. He had been defending his face, but was rather shocked to learn her aim was elsewhere. Shocked and yet surprisingly pleased. He fell to the ground, Czech pinning his shoulders above him. Well, not really pinning, actually, since America knew her grip would be more than easy to get out of.
He was able to pick up an adult bison when he was but a child, for goodness sakes. He knew he was strong enough to push Czech off of him.
Before he could do that, though, she punched him again, right above his ribcage. Normally, such a punch would be useless, but this one literally sent him gasping, arching his back as the breath left his body. He blinked rapidly, trying to get a sense of his spinning surroundings, eyes quickly landing on Czech.
Allowing his gaze to focus again, he grabbed her wrist harshly and tossed her beside him, quickly sitting up to hold her down. He took a deep breath, feeling a headache coming on, and smiled down at the female nation. "I was saying that your ass is currently being kicked by The United States of America. How does it feel?"
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