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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 14, 2012 8:14:04 GMT -5
(It's okay, I know it's a real move. XD)
Molossia squeaked as he fell to the ground after yet another swipe of Eastport's leg. Without time to react, Eastport had twisted Molossia's arm back in an awkward position - which was a move Molossia would've expected from Japan or China, someone with experience in martial arts, certainly not Eastport.
"Sh-shit!" Molossia stammered, and his face turned red when he felt Eastport lean in and whisper in his ear. There was no hiding the clear annoyance on the micronation's face. "GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!" Molossia continued to flail about, helpless without the use of his arms. "THIS ISN'T OVER!"
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 14, 2012 12:44:04 GMT -5
((Good. ^^))
Eastport snickered, ruffling Molossia's hair with his hand. "I'm pretty damn sure it is." He looked over to America for the official verdict. But he had to throw in something else. "Ya know, I haven't fought someone like as tough as you in a long while. None of my siblings back home will. All'a them are like too froofy or too uptight or would actually try 'n kill me." He shuddered at that very true fact. "So I'll respect'cha a little bit more now. Ya hit hard and fought hard. Ya came pretty close in my book."
He went on a bit longer. "So I'll let you up for one of two reasons: either Dad gives the official verdict or we call it a truce. Deal?"
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Post by America on Aug 14, 2012 15:12:02 GMT -5
America raised his eyebrows, a bit amused when Molossia was beaten by a kid much younger than himself. And it didn't take all too long, either, which America viewed as a plus. No one was hurt, Eastport won, and they could get back to creating a delicious chicken noodle soup. He stepped up, a goofy grin on his face and his hands stuffed in his pocket. "I'm callin' a verdict!" he exclaimed. "Eastport's the winner." With one hand, he easily plucked Eastport off of the older micronation, setting him down softly and giving his shoulder a pat. "Congrats."
Then he turned to Molossia and offered him a hand. "You were awesome, Mol," he complimented, still grinning. "Don't worry 'bout losing this once, 'kay?"
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 14, 2012 19:42:51 GMT -5
Molossia trembled as Eastport went on to speak for himself. "No truce." He snapped after Eastport finished, hearing America call Eastport out as the winner anyways. Molossia clenched his fists, trying to resist flying in a frenzy even though the spar had ended.
Lifting his head when America offered a hand to help Molossia up, the micronation denied and shoved the extended arm away. Instead, he pulled himself to his feet and stretched his arms, popping his shoulders and heaving a heavy sigh. "Yeah, yeah..." He grunted stubbornly, turning away from the two and stuffing his hands in his pockets. Molossia hadn't noticed it before, but he wasn't trembling out of anger when Eastport had beaten him. He was shivering from the freezing cold air that blew over his skin.
I let that fuckin' pipsqueak win, Molossia thought as he pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket, He wouldn't have won if I hadn't chosen to go so easy on 'im... that's all.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 14, 2012 20:31:42 GMT -5
Eastport growled a bit when he was lifted like a puppy off of Molossia. He haaaaaaated it. Mostly because his other siblings did that to him incessantly when he first became a micronation and his biological clock turned back. Pouting, he crossed his arms and murmured a "Thanks." when America congratulated him.
He looked over to his brother and saw him shivering, which reminded him that he was freezing as well. "H-Hey, Molossia..." Trailing off, he began rubbing his arms. "Whaddaya say we do this again sometime? After this whole thing blows over." Though he had a feeling he'd be pushed away, he went up and leaned against the taller's arms. Not out of spite, but as a sort of "I have immense respect for you now." emotion. And - although he wouldn't admit it - he actually saw Molossia has his brother which was another reason why he got so close. "Because honestly, ya're a tough opponent and I think you were just unlucky." Okay, he had to throw in this last bit. "Unless ya were goin' easy on me which means instant rematch. Because I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate it when people go easy on me in a fight 'cuz of my age, height, whatever. It's not a real win."
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Post by America on Aug 15, 2012 8:30:25 GMT -5
America chuckled at Molossia's angry movements, knowing all too well how much that micronation hated losing. And America shared his feelings right there. Losing, especially to an enemy younger, smaller, and most likely weaker than yourself, truly sucked, more than anything. It was humiliating and terrible, and for poor Molossia to have experienced that...well, America understood his snappish attitude (although he usually always had such an attitude). However, Eastport seemed to be trying to make everything better, if only a little bit. It was a sweet gesture, but America figured he'd best cut in before Molossia said something rude and the two got in a fight.
Another fight, that is.
"Well, since we're all done with that," he said, clapping his hands together and looking far too happy for his own good. "How 'bout we go make a delicious chicken noodle soup? You guys look cold, and soup always helps to warm people up!" Without waiting for a reply (he was America, they would sure as hell listen to him), he picked up the basket of vegetables and herbs, moving to stand beside the younger two men. Boys. Whatever they were. "So, who's up for it?" And, while his tone said one thing, his eyes said, Both of you had better help, or you're not getting any.
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 15, 2012 11:32:08 GMT -5
Molossia tensed as Eastport leaned against his arm. The way Eastport was speaking made Molossia feel so insecure, and inferior. Like Eastport really felt all high and mighty, and was only complimenting his fighting in pure pity for him. Molossia was about to push him back and suggest - no, demand a rematch from him - but America butt into the conversation just in time. Now his anger was rising to yet another boiling point.
"Is that all ya can think about?! Yer damn chicken noodle soup that you're making using my vegetables?" Molossia blurted out randomly, shooting a glare like daggers at America. "We'll go make yer fuckin' chicken soup, alright?! Since that's all ya seem to be able to talk about!" Molossia stepped away from Eastport in an attempt to throw him off-balance. That was his own fault for putting his weight into Molossia's shoulder.
"Let's get this shit over with already..."
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 15, 2012 14:37:57 GMT -5
Eastport raised his hand and smiled. "Meeee!" He could totally go for some hot soup right about now. After freezing his butt off out here, that would be delicious. But he really didn't like how Molossia pushed him away. And also how he exploded. Stumbling a bit, he raised his eyebrow and held up his hands. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Chill the fuck out, Molossia. It w's jus' a stupid fight. I mean, really. D'ya always get worked up over stuff like this? If ya want, we could like totally have a rematch." Granted, he loved being the victor, but honestly, it wasn't fun unless his opponent actually accepted his loss. Even his siblings accepted their loss (but mostly their win). It felt nice actually beating someone for once. "But I say that we grab somethin' t' eat first 'cuz I'm starvin'.
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Post by America on Aug 15, 2012 16:06:43 GMT -5
Well, well, well. Wasn't Molossia a sunshine of happiness? America rolled his eyes, the smile still on his face. "No rematches today," he said, then cuffed Eastport's head. "Watch your language, Eastport." Despite the fact he knew Eastport was older than Molossia, he found it to be great fun teasing the kid about his physical appearance. Maybe I'm as mean as England now, he thought, raising his eyebrows as he turned to Molossia. Well, the island nation did rub off on him sometimes, so it was highly possible he had picked up some of that bitter sarcasm.
Except he totally smiled when saying everything. Difference.
"Don't be so pissy, Mol." America wrapped one arm around Molossia's shoulder, grinning brightly and trying to make his friend feel more comfortable. "Look, it's a lovely, cold day, we're gonna have lovely, hot soup, and we'll all be friends and it'll be nice! Besides, Eastport's leaving real shortly, so don't you think it's best to forgive and forget in this case? He's your baby brother, after all, and you won't see him for a while."
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 15, 2012 16:30:45 GMT -5
Eastport rubbed the spot he was cuffed and complained under his breath. "I'm not a little kid..." He puffed out his cheek and crossed his arms. Why was he always teased about his age? Even subtly he was teased! It was no fair! No fair at all!
His finely tuned ears picked up two words that should never be used together when describing the seaside micronation.
"Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa. Baby brother?! I thought we established that I was older!" Even by micronation age he was older! Okay, maybe by only a year, but still! And he still didn't understand why on earth he looked younger than Molossia! By every standard he was older! Augh, he couldn't believe how frustrating this was! He should've been at least Molossia's age, hell, he should've been older than Molossia's looks! But noooooooooo, he got cursed with this little 14-year-old's body. Ah, how he missed his older body. It was so much nicer being the same age of his siblings and around Molossia's age. He wanted those days back, but in all honesty, he couldn't imagine being dependent on anyone other than himself (and his father). If he was still a city... He wouldn't even be here.
But that didn't mean he didn't wish to be older.
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 15, 2012 17:29:51 GMT -5
Molossia gritted his teeth when he felt America throw his arm over his shoulders. "Don't touch me. I said I'll make yer damn soup..." His voice trailed off, having the same thought as Eastport... baby brother? Molossia's angered expression softened and he immediately burst out laughing.
"Baby brother?! Ha!" Molossia placed a hand on Eastport's head and pressed down to literally push him down to size. "Ya hear that, shorty?!" He grinned sharply, but not at all in a friendly way that America might. The smile on his face was almost menacing, especially with sharp canine-like teeth showing. "Baby brother, huh? Wouldn't that make me in charge of you? That means ya gotta listen to ev'rythin' I say!"
Of course, that wasn't true. Eastport wasn't in charge of Molossia, Molossia wasn't in charge of Eastport. America, however, was in charge of the both of them.
His smile quickly faded and was replaced with a more dark, serious look. "I have no little brother. And I don't want one..." He hissed. "I'm in no way related to tha both of yas."
Molossia didn't mean it... honestly, he didn't. He was really a very kind micronation at heart, and someone who would love to have siblings of his own. He was just a sore loser and wouldn't accept a simple, "You did good."
("Related to tha both of yas", HORRIBLE ENGLISH GRAMMAR, ACTIVATE!)
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 15, 2012 17:42:30 GMT -5
Eastport struggled, throwing his arms around to get Molossia off of him. Great. He already had one brother doing that to him on a near daily basis. He didn't need another.
"I'M OLDER! AND I'M NOT SHORT!" His arms flailed around wildly, and he kept trying to land something but it didn't really work. "A-And f'r the record, I don't hafta listen to everything ya say! I already got all mah other siblin's on my back 'bout stuff like that! I don't wanna hafta listen t' you!" Like a little kid who was being beat up by his older brother.
But he got serious when Molossia did, now easily pulling the other's hand off of him. He was now left with a choice. Pride or honesty...
Strange mix of both?
"Well, too bad!" He pouted, crossing his arms and tugging on the older's shirt. "'Cause y're stuck with me as y'r brother!"
((ALSO HORRIBLE ENGLISH GRAMMAR AND SPELLING, ACTIVATE!))
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Post by America on Aug 15, 2012 20:13:23 GMT -5
"Aw, come on, Mol!" America whined, tugging at Molossia's other sleeve and sticking out his lower lip in a pout. "We're related! We're all related! You two are like my...my, uh..." Brothers? Cousins? Nephews? None of those made any sense, really. America clicked his tongue, thinking it all over. What were they to each other? Sealand typically called England his older brother, so would that make all of the American micronations brothers? But...what was it Eastport called him...?
"Sons." America smacked Molossia's back. "You two are my sons! And I'm your dad!" And that sounded so awesome. Eastport already called him that enough, but wouldn't it be cool if Molossia started calling him that as well? He grinned, nudging the taller micronation in the side. "So, from now on, you're gonna call me 'Daddy'. I won't take no for an answer. Eastport over there already calls me his father, don't ya, Easty?" He winked over at the smaller (not younger, he reminded himself, since Eastport seemed to be throwing a fit about being called younger) micronation. "So, go on, Mol! Call me 'Dad' or 'Father' or 'Daddy'. Hell, I'll even accept 'Papa'."
And then he waited.
[[It's okey! We're American!]]
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 15, 2012 21:40:35 GMT -5
Molossia had folded his arms over his chest. He was about ready to make a snooty comeback. Yet again, America butted in. Dad? Father? Papa? Daddy was the worst of all, and that's when something snapped inside.
Molossia's face immediately flushed. "W-WHAT?!" He shrieked, his voice cracking as though he had hit a bad high note when singing. Hell, it'd seem like more of a tone befitted for a pre-pubescent child. Maybe Eastport and Molossia should switch bodies.
"YEAH, 'DADDY' MY FUCKIN' ASS! THERE'S NO WAY 'N HELL! Imma grown man, callin' ya 'Daddy' makes ya sound like a fuckin' pimp or somethin'!" Molossia pushed America away when he nudged at his side. "No way, NOOO way! I mean, Jesus Christ on a stick - anythin' but that shit!"
(I've always wanted an excuse to write "JESUS CHRIST ON A STICK!")
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 15, 2012 22:44:15 GMT -5
Okay, that was it. Eastport couldn't take it anymore.
With a roaring laugh, the teen fell to the ground, clutching his stomach at Molossia's reaction. Oh god. His cracking voice! It was just WAY TOO FUNNY.
"M-Mol! Y-You!" The boy could barely form a coherent sentence he was laughing so hard! "I mean- I jus' call - I jus' call 'im DAD b-but you're flipping out so much-!" Gradually, his laughing went down to snickers and he poked the taller's cheek with a smirk. "C'mon, Mr. I'm-too-tough, jus' call 'im Dad. Like said, it's what I do. I don' see anything wrong with it." With another giggle, he tugged at the squishy skin of the other's cheek. "Unless y're too SCARED ta!"
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