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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 20, 2012 18:18:35 GMT -5
((I know! It's so hard to insult you and compliment you at the same time!))
"Thanks America, you're way too nice to me. I'm glad you like my cooking." It wasn't fair, he knew he wouldn't ever be a good enough brother for America, his brother deserved better. Why did he have to be so nice all of a sudden? Canada wasn't used to receiving such high praise. What could he say back to make America feel the way he did now? He felt so loved, and appreciated.
"I don't deserve a brother as nice as you. You always make everyone around you smile, and you never forget about me even if the other countries do. I hope we never get into a fight." It didn't matter what Canada said, he still didn't think that praising America was enough. He wished that there was something he could do to show how much he loved his brother.
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Post by America on Jul 20, 2012 19:23:40 GMT -5
"Who wouldn't like your cooking?" America asked. "Like, you cook your pancakes to perfection. I always try and do that at home, but they're never fluffy like yours are. Plus, my maple syrup doesn't taste as good. You have that legit syrup, and I usually buy the cheaper stuff." He smirked. "But I'm not as obsessed with my maple syrup as you are. I'm obsessed with hamburgers. And, admit it, I serve only the best!"
Ah, his hamburgers were amazing. Simply and utterly amazing. Caught in the blissful world of food, he barely caught Canada's next statement. "Dude, we hardly ever get into fights. We've maybe been in, what...two? Two or three since we've been around." He grinned. "And, really? I make people smile? Goodie! I like seeing people smile. You especially, since you're my brother and all!" He shivered as a cold gust of wind hit them, sticking his hands in his coat pockets to keep them warm. |
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 20, 2012 20:05:16 GMT -5
"It's true, you always have the best hamburgers. I could never make them like you do." It didn't matter what he did, or how hard he tried, his hamburgers would never be as good as America's. It was just another thing to add to the list of things America was better than Canada at.
"I guess I love you too much to fight with you eh?" They really didn't have anything to fight about anyway. It wasn't like America annoyed Canada every second of his life. He would have to try a lot harder if he wanted to get him angry.
How could America not notice the way the room seemed to brighten as soon as he walked inside? "Maybe they don't show it to much, but I'm sure you make other people happy on the inside." Happiness on the inside was the one that counted. Anyone could fake a smile, but you had to be really good to make someone smile on the inside.
Canada noticed that America shivered when the wind picked up for a second. He didn't want his brother to freeze to death. He was used to the weather here, but America must be really cold right now. Canada asked "Do you want to go inside now? You look a little cold."
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Post by Zombies on Jul 20, 2012 23:57:09 GMT -5
The shadows of the trees provided perfect cover as the demons within stirred and got restless. They'd been wandering for very long now, having trudged through the cold and snow, across the fields and valleys and deserted cities, and finally, somehow having found their way to the warehouse the Nations occupied.
Mindless, they stumbled around, attracted by the light of the moon shining high above and following its glow to the open field. Their contorted, ghastly mouths opened in a tortured cry at the moon as their silhouettes detached themselves from the trees and cast a full shadow on the pure white snow of the field.
Their large feet were heavily thumping on the ground, sending snow flying everywhere, but nothing seemed to stop their wandering. They didn't know where to go, but they knew one thing- they needed to eat.
The two zombies standing in the open field were different.
Their craving for living flesh wasn't satisfied, just like their breathrens', but they looked different. Muscles had grown out of their skin, creating protrusions and lumps of unused, rotted muscle fibres everywhere on their bodies. They were also taller and buffer, easily towering over any Nation in the world, and they looked less rotten than any old regular zombie. Their sheer size and the amount of newly-grown muscles rippling under and over their skin was unheard of. It was almost as if they were a different breed, a different race, and most terrifying of all...
They were completely unknown to the world.
The two zombies moaned in unison as they continued their search for a beating heart to rip out and consume.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 21, 2012 9:40:09 GMT -5
While Canada was waiting for America's answer, he heard a loud noise over towards the forest. He turned his head quickly towards the sound, listening closely if the thing that decided to make that moise decided to make it again. He put his left hand up close to America's face and whispered "Please be quiet for a minute, I think I heard something."
After about two minutes of waiting, Canada didn't hear another noise. He was both concerned and relieved by this. Of course, even if he had only heard something once, it didn't mean that the problem had gone away. He had to go see what had made such a strange noise, even if he was terrified at the moment.
He turned his head back towards America and said "I'm going to see what made that noise, you can come with me if you want to." Setting one hand over his gun, he walked closer towards the forest. Maybe it was just one of those mutant deers the other nations had told him about, he really hoped that was the case.
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Post by America on Jul 21, 2012 9:56:24 GMT -5
America thought he heard the noise, too, so when Canada covered his mouth, he didn't object. He blinked, then glanced over at the open field, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him or if something was actually moving out there. Just as he was about to say they might need to go inside and inform the others of noises and movement, Canada had already climbed down the tower and seemed ready to explore.
"Since when did you grow a pair?" America hissed, following close behind and readying his pistol. The sniper rifle was slung farther over his back- if they were actually going out onto the battlefield, a close-ranged weapon, such as his handy-dandy pistol, would be of far better use to him.
He stared into the forest, trying to catch a glimpse of anything moving, but it turned out that he was staring into the wrong place. From his peripheral vision, he did see something, though he didn't assume it was a zombie at first. He turned his head to look and was struck with horror.
Okay, so maybe those huge-ass things were zombies. He gasped as he stared at them for a few seconds. He had never come across zombies that big or muscular or anything. Fear gripped him, and he tugged on Canada's jacket, unable to take his eyes off the monsters that stood in front of him. "W-We got trouble," he stammered quietly, figuring that they probably should have warned the other nations first and foremost. |
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 21, 2012 10:36:19 GMT -5
((I forgot we were on the roof *headdesk*))
"A pair of what?" asked Canada with a puzzled expression. They hadn't been talking about gardening at all. Did plants even grow in pairs? Never mind about that, they had more important things to worry about. He assumed it was an insult, but it really didn't matter what it was. "Nevermind, I don't want to know."
He scanned the forest, but still didn't see anything that looked like a zombie. He was almost about to sigh in relieve, that is, until America tugged at his jacket, forceing him to look at the monsters in front of them. His eyed widened at the sight of such a big zombie, they easily towered over America and Canada. He had never been in a situation like this. What was he supposed to do? He trusted his brother, but he looked just as scared as he did. There was only one option that Canada could think of right now, and that was to run. Run as fast as they could to the warehouse and tell the other countries what was happening. England would know what to do.
Canada grabbed America's arm and ran towards the warehouse door, dragging his brother along with him. They had to tell England what had happened, that is if he didn't faint from shock first.
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Post by America on Jul 21, 2012 11:27:45 GMT -5
[[XD Quite alright, bro.]]
America posed no objection to running from those hideous freaks of nature. In all honesty, he believed they should probably get some help before facing them. Besides, he wanted one of the other nations to actually identify it. It had to be a new breed. There was no way those zombies had been out before. America would have recognized them.
When they reached the warehouse doors, America pounded on them, hoping one of the other nations would hear his knocking. Anyone was good at this point, just for backup help and whatnot. Who knew how long it would take to kill the tall, buff zombies. They'd most certainly need help.
[[And now I'll change the title so that anyone else can come in, yes? =3]] |
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 21, 2012 12:12:13 GMT -5
((yes, help is definitely needed, but this short post is short. I don't have much to say.))
Canada stopped by the door and caught his breath. Running had made him breathe harder than he normally did, and as a result his throat and lungs hurt. It was pitiful, he was used to this weather and yet he was still out of breath. Although, he was more scared out of his mind than anything. Those things had been huge, and without backup, they would be in big trouble. Hopefully someone would answer the door soon.
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Post by England on Jul 22, 2012 15:17:51 GMT -5
England swore when he heard the banging on the front door, immediately getting up from his seat at the fireplace and rushing towards the source of the noise. It was already late enough, just a little bit before blackout, and making noise at this time of the day wasn't the wisest thing to do. Especially since a lot of Nations were already going to bed.
He just wondered who that could be, and internally hoped it wasn't a newcoming Nation. They had just gotten their supplies for the next month, and another Nation would unbalance the rationing calculations England had already made. Still, if it wasn't a new Nation, England couldn't fathom who it could be.
He threw a look at the security cameras and immediately identified the Nation- or Nations, really- at the door as both America and Canada. The first question that popped up into his mind was "weren't they on night watch duty? What are they doing at the front door?". But then, he figured he'd get answers soon enough and with a grunt of effort, opened the heavy doors.
The two boys looked disheveled and out of breath, confusion and shock written all over their faces. An alarm instantly went off in England's head, and he tried hard to hide the worry that was coursing through him already behind a mask of cold indifference.
"What came back from the dead and bit you two in the ass?" he raised an eyebrow, stepping back to let them inside, since obviously, they had something urgent to report.
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Post by America on Jul 22, 2012 16:35:54 GMT -5
America was more than pleased that England opened the doors quickly. He stepped inside, pulling Canada along with him, and took a moment to catch his breath, running his gloved fingers through his hair. After a few seconds, he decided he'd be able to talk without much panting, so he began, not wishing to waste any time. "S-So Canada and I were, you know, patrolling and stuff, and everything was calm and we were catching up and-" He stopped, taking a deep breath and realizing that his rambling was actually quite useless right about now.
"Uh, anyway, we thought we heard something, so we decided to go into the forest to look around, since it the noise was from around that area, but, uh..." How to explain what they saw? America just decided to let himself spew whatever nonsense he could think of to describe those zombies better. "I saw something in the field, two somethings, actually, and they were huge, England! Like, I mean massive!" America spread his arms out, trying just to convey how tall they were. "They, like, stretched up a lot and were huge, which I already said, it's just kinda hard to describe them." Then, just to make sure England caught his drift, he added, "I mean, they're huge. Really huge."
Of course, he had to put in one more thing. "I think there were some other zombies with them, probably closer to the forest since that's where we heard them, but...yeah, if it was just the other zombies, Canada and I could have taken them with no problem, but I've never seen nothing like the other two." |
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Post by England on Jul 22, 2012 17:15:06 GMT -5
England just crossed his arms and leaned against the wall to listen to his story, which did sound more and more outlandish as it went. Stretched up, huge, massive? He'd never heard of those before, much less seen any. Then again, it was still somewhat cold outside, so maybe America had just gotten sick...
He silently stepped closer to America and put a hand to his forehead to check for temperature. Finding nothing significant, he sighed and turned to Canada, whom he knew he could trust to be faithful to his findings at all times.
"So Canada, what did really happen out there?" he asked again.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Jul 22, 2012 18:24:43 GMT -5
Canada put on a puzzled expression and replied "What do you mean? It's just what America said, we heard a noise in the forest and went to go see what it was. When we got there, we found two huge, um, things. I'm really sure they were zombies at all, I've never seen anything like it. They didn't look as rotten as normal zombies do, and they had muscles all over there body. They easily towered over America and I."
By the time he had finished explaining, his facial expressions turned from confusion to fear. "To be honest, I don't think we could have handled them by ourselves. What should we do?"
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Post by England on Jul 22, 2012 18:45:43 GMT -5
It was the fear, written clearly as day in Canada's eyes, along with his confirmation, that pushed England one step closer to throwing the mask off and cooing like a concerned mother. He didn't, though, and merely looked back and forth from the two boys, as if trying to figure out if this was just an elaborate prank of America's that Canada had been convinced to join into.
Then again, England didn't pin the North American brothers as excellent actors. The panic that practically rolled off of them was too genuine to be a prank.
"Show me." he found himself saying, eyes hard as steel as he mentally debated with himself. There couldn't be such a thing as huge, muscled zombies, right? Zombies were old, decrepit and rotten... How did that even make sense? "Let's go up to the scouting tower." he decided, turning around and opening the supply closet, rummaging for the spyglass. "You can show me there, whatever it is that you saw."
He realized, albeit belatedly, that it was probably just him denying the existence of such things because he just didn't want them to be real.
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Post by America on Jul 22, 2012 19:06:01 GMT -5
"Oh, so you believe him and not me?" America snorted. That was rich. And typical. Very typical. Canada was usually the more trustworthy one of the two, though, despite how much America didn't want to admit it. So, yeah, that was to be expected. Luckily, though, England didn't waste time trying to tell them how they shouldn't lie and yada yada yada. It was still clear that he didn't exactly believe them.
Scowling just a tad, America took a deep breath. "Right!" he exclaimed. "This way!" And back to the scouting tower he went, wondering what would have happened if he had never decided to patrol in the first place. Canada would have discovered it all on his own. Would England have believed him if there wasn't two accounts? And what if Canada had gone to investigate but had never seen the zombies...
The scenarios weren't very pleasant, and America quickly stopped his train of thought, focusing only on the scouting tower and nothing but. And once at the top, America squinted his eyes, trying to use the moonlight to see. Luckily, those things weren't hidden. "There," he announced, pointing to where they stood. "See? Look how huge they are!" |
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