Reunion? Family Reunion. [America and Eastport]

[[x] Molossia]

Humming away as he used a trowel to dig a hole in the soil, Molossia sat, crouched down. His knees were bent and his legs spread apart, and right in front of him was a bag of seed he was to use to plant vegetables. The greenhouse's supply had been running low, so the micronation had taken it upon himself to plant more. It wasn't a big deal at all, at least not for Molossia. He absolutely adored gardening.

After patting down the soil over the newly planted seeds, Molossia wiped any dirt off of his hands on the smock he had tied around his waist. He ran his cleaned fingers through his disheveled locks of hair - which, as usual when given some time to himself, wasn't slicked back and styled - and gave a sigh. "Done!" Molossia purred with a satisfied smile on his face as he swept away sweat from his brow. "Two hours well spent." He stood from his crouch in the soil.

Soon enough, there would be restock a-plenty, good for all the warehouse inhabitants to eat. Garden-grown before canned food, after all. Vegetables go bad.

(Pretty short, sorry about that~ I figured it's a good enough start to go off of.)

[America]

America wanted to make some chicken noodle soup.

It was very cold outside (quite an understatement, actually, for it was below freezing) and America knew that soup, or stew, was a warm meal, something that could cure colds and help everyone feel much, much better. He already found chicken broth in their pantry, and he was pretty sure they had some chicken somewhere in the fridge, and, since Italy was around, there was sure to be pasta everywhere, so making chicken noodle soup would be a cinch.

Of course, no chicken noodle soup was complete without good, ol' veggies. So up to the greenhouse he went, taking the stairs two at a time and smiling when he finally reached the top. Once outside, he shivered, having forgone his jackets (the greenhouse was warm, the warehouse was warm, and he would only be passing through the cold for a quick second), glancing around to make sure no zombies were out and about- last thing he wanted was to fight wearing the clothes he was. Plus, he didn't have a gun.

When he realized the coast was clear, he swung open the door to the greenhouse, welcoming the warmth to his body, before realizing some other nation- micronation, actually- was with him. And it was simple to recognize said micronation.

"Hey, Molossia!"

[[No problem! My posts are always pretty short, ha.]]

[[x] Molossia]

Molossia's head turned like a screw at the sound of a voice. A familiar one at that. Eyes wide from the surprise of being sneaked up on (Well, he felt like it was America sneaking up on him), he immediately threw the trowel over his shoulder and pulled a comb from his back pants pocket. From there, he desperately began combing his hair back in a fashion similar to one you might see in the movie Grease. It was a rather odd 1950s hairstyle to see on a micronation founded in the late 90s.

After he had finished his sloppy three-second styling, Molossia stuffed the comb back into one pocket and pulled his tinted shades from another. He pushed the glasses up on the bridge of his nose and crossed his arms expectantly. "Th-the fuck do you want?!" He hissed. "Jesus Christ, don't sneak up on people like that!"

Maybe there was still hope for Molossia yet? Perhaps America hadn't been standing there long enough to see the young man gardening... or throw the trowel over his shoulder and hear it clatter to the ground. Of course, Molossia also forgot all about the apron tied at his waist, smeared with soil and grime.

...Okay, maybe it was hopeless. No reason to put Molossia down for being optimistic, though.

[America]

America blinked, looking over Molossia's sudden change. It was still going to take him a while to get used to how strange the micronation had become, especially since meeting other micronations. Then he looked at the apron and a smirked crossed over his face. Despite how much Molossia tried hiding it, he was such a softie at heart. Even his cursing and appearance wouldn't change that fact.

"I didn't know anyone was in here, though!" the superpower exclaimed cheerfully, coming to stand up beside the micronation. Up close, he noticed that Molossia must have been out in the greenhouse for quite some time already. He had dirt all about his hands and clothes, even some on his face from where he must have wiped away the sweat (which America could also see). "And I just came in here to grab some veggies for a soup I wanna make. Were you planting? What all did you plant?"

If he recalled correctly, Molossia had a love of gardening. It was no surprise he was out here, then.

[[x] Molossia]

Molossia's shoulders tensed at the mention of planting. "Piss off," He quickly snarled and turned away from America. Staring through tinted lenses at the up-turned soil at his feet, Molossia's cold expression gradually softened to one of affection, and love.

It was true that he was particularly fond of gardening. Trees, flowers, vegetables. In Molossia's own mind, if he could grow it, it was his own spawn. These plants were his cautiously cared for children. Without a doubt in this mind, it was the most amazing feeling to be able to bring something so beautiful, bright, and fragile into this world.

"...Fuck." With a sigh, Molossia wiped away any remaining dirt on his smock. "...If you must know, I was planting an arrangement. I planted some cabbage, some carrots, some tomatoes..." His face flushed over. "...And, um..." Molossia grunted, still turned from America so he wouldn't see his face. His skin was becoming as red as the tomatoes that were soon to sprout from the ground, ripe and ready. He cleared his throat. "Some.. magnolias..."

Perhaps he shouldn't have said anything at all, as Molossia immediately regretted opening his mouth. Particularly about the magnolias. They certainly weren't trees that sprouted the most masculine flowers. Magnolias weren't edible, that much is true. But who said everything planted in the greenhouse had to become part of someone's meal? They were beautiful flowers, and would certainly add extra color to the greenhouse rows.

"B-but that's beside the point! What the hell are you doing here?" Molossia blurted out, desperate to change the subject and turn this conversation back around to America. "Veggies my ass! You could've at least.. knocked or... I-I don't know, done something before waltzing in here and invading my own damn privacy!" As he spoke, Molossia used Italian-like hand gestures to express just how frustrated and angry he was over America's sudden intrusion.

With ever-changing alter-egos also comes constant paranoia of being found out about.

(Apparently, Spell Check does not consider "Molossia" to be a word. Ffffuuuuuuu... Ignore, Ignore, Ignore, Ignore, Ignore, Ignore, Ignore, Ignore...)

[America]

America glanced over at where the soil had been freshly turned. So his suspicions were correct- Molossia was planting. And not just food, either. Magnolias, even. America couldn't help the smile that came onto his face at the mention of such a pretty flower. "Like I said, I didn't know you were in here," America stated, now glancing back at Molossia and meeting his gaze. Which was difficult, because the micronation was wearing sunglasses and America couldn't tell if his eyes were actually on Molossia's eyes. "If I had known, I probably would have knocked or something, but..." He smirked. "Oops."

And then he pushed past Molossia, looking around for some vegetables that were ready for picking. "Those are good things to plant," he said. "We need more veggies and tomatoes and stuff. Um, but...dunno about the magnolias. I mean, for eating, anyway. They are pretty flowers." He finally found a few carrots and tore them up from the ground, not minding the fact that his hands were getting dirty- that's why they had soap and water inside. "Where did you get magnolia seeds, though?"

Planting such attractive flowers was actually quite the brilliant idea, America had to admit. Pretty things would probably help morale rise. Countries under stress could come into the greenhouse, where everything was quiet and calm, and look around at the colors of the plants and flowers. So, though America made certain to tease Molossia just slightly about planting magnolias, he was pretty sure the micronation was doing the right thing.

[[Ah, that's why I added it as a word onto Spellcheck. XD]]

[[x] Molossia]

Molossia adjusted his glasses. "..Yeah, well..." He grumbled, watching as America tore through the ground to pick out a few good carrots. Molossia casually sauntered over and stopped behind him, watching intently. "This place is no more than a warehouse that has been gutted and made into a bunker. You'd be surprised what old storage crap you can find in here if you look for it..." He mumbled. "And this greenhouse was seriously lacking something... so, I just thought I'd make up for it... and whatever."

Molossia had to resist grabbing America by his shoulder and yanking him backwards, into the mud. Watching him so carelessly shovel through the dirt to dig up the carrots that Molossia had planted a while back was almost painful to him. Each tug plucked away at his heart strings.

This was exactly why he decided to plant something inedible. Yes, the warehouse needed things that could be eaten, but how would you feel if you were watching someone eat something as close to you as your own children? It pained Molossia deeply to see them go, so he wanted to plant something that no one would want to pick from the ground and kill.

He did a good job of hiding these intense feelings around America, so he managed to keep his temper down and avoided going on a rampage. Instead, Molossia found himself digging his fingernails deeper and deeper into the sleeve of his own shirt with every pull America gave.

[America]

America hummed a bit in response, counting his carrots before standing up and leaving them in a pile on the ground. "The whole warehouse lacks in, uh...something. Color, excitement, happiness, peace...whatever. I think it's awesome that you're planting flowers out here." He smiled, brushing some dirt off of his hands and glancing around the garden, looking for the tomatoes. He was very pleased that they actually had a greenhouse for fresh vegetables. Meals would taste very bland indeed otherwise.

Making his way over to the celery, America said, "Hey, do we have any onions in here? And, if we do, can you get some for me? I think we'll need, uh...three? Three or four. I wanna make enough so that we can have some more for later. Plus, we got enough chicken and broth in storage for a nice, big load of soup." He checked over the celery, finally pulling a few stalks out of the ground.

He was trying to remember what else they would need and, as he was pulling vegetables, he was glancing around for herbs. He hoped one of the nations would have thought to have planted herbs. Parsley, thyme, maybe...I wonder if we have some garlic around here somewhere. He almost didn't notice when he accidentally snapped one of the celery stalks in half. "Oops," he muttered, brushing dirt off the two halves and staring at it sadly.

Well...it would still work. He would be chopping the stalks up, anyway, so it didn't really matter if one or two were broken. He just had to be sure not to do the same thing to the other vegetables, or to the herbs- breaking and squeezing those would easily and quickly get rid of the flavor, rendering them completely useless (and it would be very wasteful, anyway).

[[x] Molossia]

There was no hiding the twitch of Molossia's upper lip at the snap of the celery stick. His lips pulled back just enough to show a glimpse of his bare teeth for a moment before he quickly closed his mouth again. The micronation just couldn't watch this anymore. It was like America was purposely torturing him.

"Sh-shit!" Molossia blurted out. Behind his glasses that hid away his face from view, there was a look of intense fear in his eyes. "You'll hurt my damn crops!"

He rushed over to America and glowered at him. "Fuckin' hell... for the love of God, just be more careful!" There he was again, getting protective over his plants like a normal human would their own children. "You'll hurt 'em..." Molossia knelt down and tenderly began grabbing some onions for America. "Ya have to treat them with care... plants are living creatures too. They survive on food and water, just like us. I wouldn't be surprised if they can feel pain as you carelessly pluck 'em from their roots..."

To most, Molossia would sound like a nutcase. To himself, it made perfect sense. Maybe plants didn't have brains, but he had convinced himself that they feel pain and hurt like they do.

[America]

America glanced over at him, surprised at first, but then allowed a warm smile to come across his face. So it seemed Molossia had quite the passion for planting and gardening and stuff. America found himself lucky to know someone who would rather spend hours outside in the dirt rather than someone who would go off picking fights wherever he went. More people like Molossia needed to be in the world. It would be a better place, and it would be filled to the brim with magnolias.

"Sorry," he said, setting the broke celery stalk aside and watching as Molossia pulled up some onions. He noted just how careful the young micronation was, how tenderly he treated the vegetables. "So, you think plants can feel pain?" he asked, pulling another stalk (and being just as careful as Molossia was being). He brushed the dirt off of it, noticing just how green it was. If Molossia was the one taking care of these plants, he sure did a helluva good job.

And, the thing was, Molossia was so gentle. He had always been like that, ever since America knew him. Underneath that bad-ass personality, Molossia was probably one of the most gentle nations- or micronations- that America had ever had the privilege of knowing. The fact that he cared this much for his plants was proof of that.

[[x] Molossia]

"I'm sure they do..." Molossia mumbled under his breath, gently setting aside the onions as he picked them. He picked the fourth onion and stopped, gently carressing the peeling skin and wiping off any dirt from the soil. He turned his head towards America and scooped up the other onions in his arms, standing from his crouch. "Did ya bring a basket or anything?" Molossia asked as he scanned the greenhouse. "Also, if you need anythin' else, have me pick it, got it?"

Molossia wasn't sure if he could trust America with his fragile plants anymore. Unless his brother swore on his life to be more careful, he could be sure that Molossia won't let him anywhere near his greenhouse ever again.

Not everything in here was planted by him, but even if it wasn't his, the plants that he came up here for every day were his pride and joy, no matter who planted them. Molossia took care of them, watered them, and watched them grow.

A labor of love.

[America]

America watched him with the onions, raising his eyebrows at Molossia's question (and demand). "I thought there would be a basket in here, since it's a greenhouse and greenhouses usually have baskets, I think. I dunno, I've never really went to a greenhouse before. I either bought my veggies at a grocery store or, uh, planted 'em myself. So..." He stood up once more.

"I can find a basket or something in here if you can pick some herbs for me. Since we have the carrots and celery and onions, I think we're good on veggies, but I still need some garlic, thyme, and parsley, if you got any 'round here." He glanced at their pile of different vegetables, wondering why Molossia was so determined to pick everything else.

Unless he didn't trust America with it anymore, what with how that celery stalk totally broke in half. Oops? Not really liking the fact that Molossia didn't think he could handle picking stuff from the ground, America added, "Sorry about the celery stalk, by the way. I was just kinda looking around, and...and I wasn't paying attention. I'll do better next time, Mol!" And with a clap to the micronation's back, America began searching the greenhouse for a basket of some sort.

[[x] Eastport]

((MERI SAID I COULD))

A bored Eastport is a dangerous thing. He will do just about anything to keep himself entertained.

And that includes picking fights.

Word had reached him that Molossia had arrived around the same time he did, but originally he planned to stay at least 50 feet away from the guy at all times. He wasn't a bad person... they just got along as well as oil and water.

But today, he needed entertainment, so he was going to see if he could get the jump on the younger nation (yes, younger). America had told him once a long while ago that Molossia wasn't as he seemed; which made his curiosity rise.

He tiptoed over to the greenhouse, nearly tripping on a woven basket one of the groundskeepers probably forgot. Cursing under his breath, he picked up the basket, figuring if things went wrong, he could use it as an excuse.

Sneakily opening the door to the greenhouse, he slipped in, though was discouraged when he saw that America already got the jump on Molossia.

Oh well. He wanted the last laugh anyway.

Lucky for him, he had small stature, so he slipped around the plants, hiding behind their green leaves. A smirk danced on his lips, his footsteps muffled by the soil on the ground. Gripping the basket in his hands, the devil's smile grew larger and larger the closer he got to his "brother". He could practically taste victory.

When Molossia got into view, he jumped and slammed the basket onto the taller nation's head.

"GOTCHA!" The force of his jump threw the other down to the dirt and he fell right on top of Molossia's back. "Oops~ My bad~" He sang, crossing his arms and legs, effectively establishing dominance.

((Sorry if I seemed like I was God-Modding Tina. ;A; It made sense...))

[[x] Molossia]

(Bahaha! XD I have to say, Eastport jumping in was a bit surprising to me~ I'll change the "subject" of the thread to America and Eastport now~ c:)

"Yeah, well... ya better- FUCK!" Molossia gave a scream as he fell to the ground, face-first in the soil from the force of a smaller nation jumping at him. His glasses went flying into the air and clattered to the ground a good four feet from where Molossia had landed. The onions Molossia had also been carrying scattered all over the place.

"FFFFFUCK SHIT DAMN CUNT!" The micronation let out a string of angry curses as he flailed about, finally shoving Eastport right off of him and tossing the basket aside, free for America to pick up. "THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" Molossia hissed, not recognizing his fellow blonde micronation at first glance. "Jesus Christ!"

He swept a hand over his face and began wiping any soil off of his face. Molossia rolled up his sleeves and glared at Eastport, looking about ready to punch his face in. "You got some kinda fuckin' nerve, asshole! Do ya know who I am?! I'm the guy who's gonna kick your ass in about three seconds!"

Well, Molossia wouldn't really go on a rampage and start punching Eastport. Yes, he does have a temper that would make someone like Romano cower in fear, but unless Eastport directly insulted him or showed any hostile intentions first, Molossia wouldn't really beat up a kid.

A kid... that's right. This blonde micronation in front of him looked no more than 14 or 15 years old. Only a kid... well, technically he was older than Molossia, but certainly not appearance-wise. This sudden realization showed on Molossia's face, which was no longer covered by the dark shades.

[[x] Eastport]

((THAT WAS THE IDEA! XD))

Eastport's laugh just cannonballed off the walls after getting the exact reaction he wanted. The cursing, the completely shocked facial expression, everything was as expected and it was precisely what he wanted.

"Now, now, Molly~ That's no way t' talk t' y'r elders~" With an overconfident smile even Prussia would bow down to, he stood up and strode closer, fully intending to see what Molossia would do. He was known for beating up people who pissed him off, and Eastport wanted to see how much he could push the other to his limits. Granted, he didn't want to actually get hurt, he just wanted to see how mad he could make Molossia before he snapped.

But that look on his face kind of confused him. The taller one was looking at him like he suddenly sprouted three heads. "Uh, somethin' up? You're looking a me kinda weird..." The initial cheer and bravado disappeared and Eastport was actually kind of freaked out, taking a single step back.