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Post by America on Oct 30, 2012 20:12:41 GMT -5
America narrowed his eyes at Czech for a few seconds, assessing the situation he had somehow managed to throw himself into. It wasn't that he didn't want to help Czech- it was simply that this way of helping didn't really seem like helping. He was making her think her life was in danger. He was forcing her to bring out the bad in her that she didn't want to bring out. Was it worth it? Was it worth risking it to put an end to it?
He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. She seemed determined to go through with this plan. She seemed determined to try and put an end to it. She seemed determined to be an experiment.
"I don't like this idea," he voiced out loud, shaking his head. Despite his words, however, he still stepped in a fighting stance, taking deep breaths. "I mean, I'm worried about myself, of course, and what the other you will do to me if you can't control her with emotions, but...doesn't bringing her out put any sort of strain on you?" He didn't want to needlessly harm another nation. "Won't it also hurt you?" He didn't want to take any risks. "Won't something go wrong?"
Then he blinked and smiled. "For all my optimism, I'm turning into a worrywart. Don't answer any of those questions, I'm just nervous." Not necessarily about the other Czech, even. He was mostly worried about using his full force on her. He knew that, if he hit her, she might break more than just her nose. She could be seriously wounded. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he seriously wounded her.
His mind hurting at all the different conflicts, he huffed angrily. "Gimme a second," he muttered. "I need to figure out how I'm gonna do this." And then he looked everything over again, eyes scanning the ground, Czech, the ground, the arena, and the ground.
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Post by Czech Republic on Oct 30, 2012 20:56:31 GMT -5
She saw America looking at her with narrowed eyes which made her smile fade a little. Maybe he thought that she was crazy for wanting him to attack her...though she was certifiably crazy didn't mean that she liked to admit it even to herself.
She watched him as he moved into a fighting stance while she looked at him carefully testing his body language as best she could. Then out of no where he was asking a string of questions...questions that she had never answered outloud...for not liking the answer or because she didn't know the answer...more often it was the latter. She fiddled with her hands uncomfortably not knowing how to respond but was relieved when he told her not to answer them...not very sure if she could if she wanted to.
She looked at him seeing that he was positioning himself and thus prepaired herself as well. Taking in a deep breath she exhailed relaxing her body...she had to be as relaxed as possible if her body was going to move properly. She opened her eyes once more feeling a bit neverous herself but pushed it aside as she positioned herself as well for his attack that would be coming.
"Ready when you are."
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Post by America on Oct 31, 2012 10:19:03 GMT -5
America sighed. Well, Czech was certainly ready. He didn't know if he himself was, though. He really could hurt her if he didn't do this exactly the way he wanted to. And the way he wanted to was already risky enough. He glanced up worriedly at her, noticing her relaxed position. Even if he didn't do it correctly, he had faith that she would move in time. Or she would turn into her other self and thwart his attack, in which case he wouldn't know whether to be thankful or scared.
"Here goes nothing," he mumbled, more to himself than anyone. Better now than never. The more he stood there worrying about what he was doing, the more hesitant he would become to actually carry out his plan. Oh, god, if any of the others find out I'm doing this, they'll kill me, he thought, swallowing back his nerves.
With a steeled glance, he ran forward, bringing his fist out to punch at Czech with all his might. However, he knew he wouldn't actually punch her (rather, he hoped he wouldn't). If he stumbled right before punching her, she would receive, at most, a lighter hit than what he was putting into his fist now. The plan, though, was simply to skid to a stop and sharply turn before his fist even grazed her skin.
Hopefully, he would be able to do that.
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Post by Czech Republic on Oct 31, 2012 15:52:32 GMT -5
Her eyes never left America though he was very fast when he came at her. So fast that she almost missed his fist. She dodged just in time crossing her arms in a defensive stance near her face as ut just barely missed her. She could feel the pressure...it was surprised her to no end. It was not what she expected...it was ten times more intense hell it could rival Russia's strength without a doubt! The look of shock was simply priceless yet the small traces of a smile was present...it was amazing to see a nation's full potential like this. Very enlightening.
She jumped back still keeping that look of shoch but straightened her face she had to focus. She couldn't afford to miss his next attack knowing that if he really did hit her that it was going to be more than a bruise!
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Post by America on Nov 1, 2012 9:34:01 GMT -5
He said nothing, nor did he show any signs of hesitation, though his mind was filled with so much doubt. Sure, she dodged that one, but just barely. He could feel her whiz by as he punched, and it scared him nearly half to death. As he spun to face her again, he saw the look of shock on her face. She truly wasn't expecting the force he used behind his punch. But he did warn her, after all. Had she believed him? It didn't seem like it.
With a deep breath, he attacked again, bringing his fist closer to her face and praying, praying, that she would dodge this hit as well. He would ruin her face otherwise. He wouldn't just give her a broken nose, and it certainly just wouldn't be a small amount of bruising or blood or whatnot. No, he would hurt her if he wasn't careful.
Of course, he wasn't being careful now, was he?
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Post by Czech Republic on Nov 1, 2012 11:00:28 GMT -5
She dodged again though she still felt the power in his punch as she leaned her upper body back making her spine give a small pop from the stretch. It didn't hurt but felt rather weird and foriegn being that she hadn't used her flexibility in a long while. She looked up her heart racing in her chest feeling a small twinge of instinctive fear for his fist.
It was natural for someone to fear something that hurt, like how a person would instintually duck down from a foul ball at a baseball game when it hit the protective fencing. Though they knew they were safe their fear kicked in as a reflex every time. Now when there wasn't a protective barrior that reflex spiked at the very sight of it. So imagine the position Czech was in when she saw that fist lifted up to strike at her again.
It was working though. She could feel her heart racng violently and fear building up and felt that same tingling feeling that stated that the 'other' Czech was fully aware of her distress. She however would not come out unless the fear was undeniably visable, something she learned from time and experience. A few more good strikes would probably do the trick.
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Post by America on Nov 1, 2012 19:34:49 GMT -5
America was so, so thankful when Czech also blocked that attack. The more he went on, the more he hated himself for agreeing to this. It's for a good cause, he thought, taking a deep breath as he spun about on his heel again. We'll figure out how to stop her alter-ego, and it'll be fine. Well, he hoped it would be fine, anyway. And he really hoped that none of the other nations would ever figure this out. They would certainly give him hell for it. He could picture the scene in his mind right now, and an involuntary smirk came to his mind.
They always got his panties in a twist.
He decided to focus more on the fact that he was helping Czech than on the fact that this could potentially cause more damage than anything. Again, he told himself, deciding to try something new to help her heart race even more, to help a great amount of fear settle down upon her (and never in his wildest dreams would he imagine himself wanting to bring fear into a friendly nation).
He leaped forward, this time bringing his leg up and thrusting it forward with all his might, positioning himself to kick her chest dead-on.
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Post by Czech Republic on Nov 1, 2012 19:52:25 GMT -5
She barely managed to dodge again much to her distress though it was rather involuntary distress. Her heart was racing violently feeling the tingling growing she wouldn't be able to dodge him if he was going this fast! She knew very well after facing Russia, the only man that she knew could rival his power was America...and after an encounter with er dear Cousin when it was a fight? Now that was one story that was better left untouched and the horrific scars were better left unseen.
She saw his foot go for her chest and her eyes widened she couldn't dodge it she wasn't fast enough! Oh god this was going to hurt like hell! Suddenly her muscles tensed up and she felt like she was drifting off into a sleep as she slowly closed her eyes looking like she was about to faint.
Something rather unexpected happened however. She actually caught his ankle when it hit her yet showed no signs of pain. Of course pain never seemed to reach the other Czech, the body seemed to be a mere vessel that she used without consequence of her double when she was forced to return in that dark little corner in the poor girl's broken mind. Her eyes opened yet instead of Czech's sweet and innocent eyes staring back there was a pair of dark, sadistic blue-green orbs that showed murderous intentions to the one in her grasp. Without any mercy she squeezed her unbelievable strong grip on his ankle her eyes never leaving him as a sadistic and cruel smile touched her face oh much fun she was going to have with this fool.
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Post by America on Nov 1, 2012 20:46:28 GMT -5
America had been expecting Czech to dodge the kick he gave her, to move safely away from it. But she didn't. He could feel his foot collide with her chest and he began panicking. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that his kick had hurt her. How bad, he didn't know, but he knew that, since he was using all the force he had, it was probably pretty bad. He instantly tried pulling away, but was shocked when something grabbed his ankle.
That something being Czech who, by the looks of it, had transformed already.
"Shit," he hissed, feeling her tightly squeeze at his foot. He tugged even harder, flailing to stay upright on one leg. It didn't work and he fell, though that one other foot was still in Czech's grasp, leaving him awkwardly splayed out with one leg in the air. "Czech!" he called out, still struggling to get out of her grip. Damn, she was strong! "Czech, c'mon, focus on the people you love!" He hoped some of his words would get through to her.
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Post by Czech Republic on Nov 1, 2012 20:55:05 GMT -5
She looked at him quietly her gaze very cold until he mentioned 'family'. A small spark seemed to touch her eyes as she felt the original Czech try to push her back. How amusing...it had seemed like an eternity since her host had fought back these feelings. She gazed at America and reconized him as the fool that had pushed her when she was shooting at Zombies. She also knew him as someone whom Czech liked so why would he attack her? She then figured that perhaps he wanted to talk with her...
As suddenly as she had grabbed it the grip on his ankle was released as she walked off leaving him to tend to the bruise that was beyon a doubt forming as they stood there. She took a seat on the ground hugging a knee to her chest while she allowed an arm to rest on it.
"Something you want to talk to me about, boy?"
Her voice. It sounded like Czech yet at the same time didn't. It had her sound yet the tone was icy and dangerous in contrast to her upbeat and cheerful tune. All in all she wanted to know why she was called here...shecould tell that this man didn't have any intentions on hurting Czech...so why even bother? Well she was not going to leave until she knew.
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Post by America on Nov 2, 2012 9:56:38 GMT -5
America winced when Czech finally let go of his leg. He could already feel the bruise that he knew would soon be coming up. He knew that, should he make a mistake, Czech's alter ego could easily wound him in more ways than a simple bruise. Luckily, she seemed calmer, intrigued, even, and America wanted it to stay that way, at least until he was able to explain things to her and make her understand just how hard her appearances were on her host.
He straightened up on the ground, focusing a harsh glare on Czech. "Yeah. Yeah, there is." He cleared his throat, wondering how to go about this, exactly. It wasn't as if he had much practice in persuading some crazy double to stop what she was doing. Well, he'd try. Trying was good enough right now. "I know you want to protect Czech. That's the only reason you ever appear. And, believe me, I wanna protect her, too. That's why I want you to stop coming out. If you can't tell, she's strong enough already. And, if that strength ever, uh, fails her, she has a bunch of friends out there to protect her, too."
He realized he couldn't falter now. This Czech didn't seem likely to listen to his ramblings or stutters. "If you leave, never come back, I swear I'll protect her with my life."
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Post by Czech Republic on Nov 2, 2012 11:21:23 GMT -5
A smirk of what appeared to be amusement as he began to ramble…she found it quite interesting that he was telling her to leave. She felt a little threatened by the notion but not enough that she wanted to attack him over. She gave what could have been counted as a laugh. Little Czech, strong enough to take care of herself, now that was a laugh to the duel personality. Now as regards to ‘friends’ she didn’t seem to care about them. The wars Czech had faced only proved that ‘friendships’ were prone to change sides when something better was offered by the other side. To her this war was all the same.
Her smile faded completely when he made his promise to protect Czech with his life. This was not a good sign especially with the daggers that were present in her eyes. She stood up and approached him slowly stalking him almost like a wildcat. “You promise to protect her?” She was on him faster than expected pushing him hard against a wall holding him tightly as she gave him a death glare.
“Men are all the same. They make promises to take care and protect women yet do they uphold them?” Her eyes were blazing with what seemed to be fire her rage seething through her words that almost sounded like a poison for the ears.
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Post by America on Nov 2, 2012 21:19:01 GMT -5
America didn't exactly know what happened. One minute he was standing there, minding his own business, and the next moment he found himself pinned up against the wall, held by Czech's abnormally strong grip. Rather than struggle, however, he glared right back at her, his own eyes blazing with determination. Growing up as a nation, he had learned one very important lesson: never show your enemy fear. Never show that you were nervous or cautious. Hit them with as much force as they hit you. That was the key.
"You can't say the same about me," he growled. "You don't even know me. But I always keep my promises. If you look inside of yourself, if you look at your host, you'll see that I'm not lying- I promise something and I stick to it." He grabbed the hand that was holding him back, wrenching it from his body with less ease then he was used to using.
So she really was that strong. He was treading on thin ice, then.
"Czech is my friend," he said. "I never betray my friends. I protect them, and I can protect her just as well as I can any other one of my friends." He stared at her for a second later, then his face showed the ghost of a smile. "After all, I am the hero."
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Post by Czech Republic on Nov 2, 2012 21:56:18 GMT -5
She found his hero responce in no way amusing and her gaze showed it clearly. Her hand was pryed from his person though she never once left his eyes still very riled up by his words before. She scoffed at him.
"Oh is that so?" She challenged. "Well where was her big brother Poland when she was forced out of her own home by Russia? Where was Russia's compassion when he promised that he'd never raise a hand to hurt her? Where were France and England when she was brutilized, tortured and violated in almost every way possible? All these men made a simular promise to Czech...and they did not uphold their promises to her..."
A small look of pain touched her eyes...the one emotion that she seemed to show that could say that she might have been a real person. Her host forgived and forget too easily...when others did wrong by her she would push it aside while the other side of her kept it all to herself fueling her rage. She shook her head of the screams of Czech's past to gaze at America. "What makes you think that you'll be any better than the others?"
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Post by America on Nov 3, 2012 16:28:42 GMT -5
"That was them," America responded, a bit shocked to hear about Czech's past. From what she had told him, it certainly wasn't the happiest of times, but he never expected her life to be so awful. He had a gut feeling it was bad, based on her geographical location (it was usually those countries in Eastern Europe that were forced to go through bad times), but to hear it by her alter-ego was just a punch in the face. If he had known Czech better at that time, if he had been her friend and saw what she was going through, he would have...
Well, would he have helped? Would he have swooped in and rescued her? Would he have even risked waging full-out war with the countries who were hurting her?
With a sinking heart, he realized that he didn't think he would have done much of anything, not when he was already under so much pressure and stress at that time, not when he wasn't even her friend back then. He swallowed back that guilty feeling and stared Czech straight in the eye, setting his jaw as his body tensed.
"She's my friend," he finally hissed. "And I'm not like those guys. I wouldn't torture anyone. Not ever. Especially not one of my friends. You're the one who's torturing her. You sent her in the hospital just a little bit ago, remember that? You nearly killed me, and even though you didn't, Czech was still crying about it." He raised his eyebrows. "If anything, I'm the one protecting her from you."
He inwardly laughed as he thought just how far from his original goal he was right now. So much for talking peacefully and compromising.
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