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Post by America on Aug 16, 2012 7:37:36 GMT -5
America laughed along with Eastport, loving every moment of this. Teasing Molossia was even more fun than teasing England! He let their laughter continue for a few minutes until Eastport started tugging at the taller micronation's cheeks. Well, then, if they were both going to try making Eastport say something simple like 'dad', it should be a team effort. And I totally got this, America thought proudly, knowing that even the most grumpy of nations were usually unable to resist him when he brought on his 'I'm-a-kicked-puppy-left-on-the-side-of-the-road' look.
He wrapped his arms around Molossia, though not quite facing him, and stuck his lower lip out in a pout, turning big, sad, blue eyes up on the micronation. "Please?" he begged, tightening his grip. "Just call me dad and then we'll go inside and make some chicken noodle soup!" And if the sweet, innocent pleading didn't work out, he had far more tricks than that up his sleeve.
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 16, 2012 8:14:01 GMT -5
Molossia was trembling like a leaf in a breeze, giving small whimpers here and there. "Shut tha hell up! I'm not scared ta call him my dad... b-but... nations don't have parents! So there! It's... i-it's physically 'mpossible fer us ta have real parents!" He growled.
Molossia winced when America flung his arms around him. He struggled to kick America away, flailing his arms. "GET OFF OF ME! G-GET OFF, DAMN IT!" Molossia shouted, letting out a string of harsh curses. He tried to avoid looking at America's puppy-dog face. It reminded him far too much of his own dog, Macaroon - the one everyone claimed had an "unusual bark". It made him feel homesick...
(Molossia's dog has no canon name, so I'm calling him Macaroon...
....Shut up, macaroons are delicious.)
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Post by America on Aug 16, 2012 21:24:12 GMT -5
Molossia sure was determined to get him away, that much was for sure. He was kicking and flailing about, causing quite a scene. Still, America refused to let go. He held on and turned the notch up on his 'kicked-puppy' face, tugging pitifully at Molossia's arm. Molossia had to have a weak spot for cute faces. America knew the guy loved animals, and if he loved animals, there was no way he could ever say no to his face. Hell, even England had a tough time denying America's wishes when he brought on this face.
"Just say it once," he begged. "Just say, 'alright, dad'. Just once, and I'll never, ever, ever ask again, I swear!" He struggled to think of another reward. "A-And, I'll, uh...let you plant all the flowers you want! Roses and tulips and sunflowers and whatever- you name it, you can plant it! But only if you call me your dad!"
[[That's a cute name! And indeed they are. Just like dogs- I mean, other...cookies. >=D]]
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 18, 2012 14:52:54 GMT -5
Molossia scoffed and puffed out his chest, stopping his flailing all together and standing as tall as he could. "I can already plant whatever I damn well please, I don't need yer freakin' permission!" He spoke up, a tinge of pride in his voice. Then, Molossia went back to his squirming.
"I won't stoop as low as ta call ya my 'dad'! Yer more like... l-like, uhh..." Molossia stopped to think, heavy concentration on his face. "..Uh- a brother! Y-yer more like a brother to me than anything!"
"Brother" was still hard enough for Molossia to say, and he truly sounded like he struggled with that word as it rolled off his tongue. He also had a look of uncertainty on his face, not sure if he could even call Eastport and America that. But, hey, at least it wasn't "Dad" or "Daddy". Who would the mother be? Old Iggybrows?
Mama England... who would of thought?
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Post by America on Aug 19, 2012 22:36:13 GMT -5
"A brother?" America mulled over this. Eastport called him a father, yet Molossia referred to him as a brother? Well, he supposed he could probably live with such a title. It wasn't as cool as being a parent, but at least Molossia was admitting that they were somewhat related to each other. It was a start.
He grinned, pulling Molossia into a tight hug. "Oh, you awesome brother, you!" he exclaimed happily, musing Molossia's hair (and succeeding in pulling the bangs down while he was at it). When he drew back, he winked. "You're not fooling me with your badass attitude going on. I know you're a softy." And, just for good measure, he messed with the hair some more, enjoying the fact that he was probably pissing the hell out of the micronation.
"How 'bout you, Eastport?" the superpower asked, turning to the youngest in their little group. "What do you think I'm more like? A father or a brother?"
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 20, 2012 20:00:44 GMT -5
Eastport just grinned at the scene being presented to him. Ooooh this was fuuuuuuuun. Seeing Molossia riled up was just too entertaining. Especially how much he was freaking out over calling America "dad".
He chuckled at the sight of the pair bickering but pointed at himself when he was dragged into it. Something about considering him a father or brother.
"Well, I already call ya Dad, so yeah, y're like a father t' me." He ran a hand through his messy hair, his face scrunched up in thought. "I mean, England raised me when I was first created, then ya took over after him, 'specially after the whole 'becoming younger after becoming a micronation' thingy. That was friggin' complicated n' ya pretty much showed me how t' rebuild in a way. So yeah. You're like m' dad 'n England's like my annoying and stern mother you can't get away from no matter how hard ya try."
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 20, 2012 20:13:10 GMT -5
Molossia's upper lip twitched in a refrained snarl as America pulled him close and began ruffling his perfectly smooth, jelled hair. He was struggling not to push America back, kick him in the crotch and let out all his anger at him - especially the sensitive spot he bit at by claiming that he knew Molossia was truly a "softy".
Just the word "softy" made Molossia's stomach twist in knots to the point where he wanted to vomit. Yeah, right.
...Even though he knew it was true. There was no way Molossia would throw his arms up in surrender and show anyone his true colors. It just wasn't that easy for the mobster micronation. He hated to show anyone his hobbies or anything he did in his spare time of the like.
Then, there was Macaroon. Molossia's dog, Macaroon, was the silent observer. He knew all of Molossia's secrets, and was the only living soul that the micronation could trust not to tell them. Macaroon was Molossia's best and only true friend.
"Bleh, I don't need a freakin' 'dad'... you're just lucky I don't pummel ya two to a pulp for tryin' ta make me say that shit!"
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 20, 2012 20:44:26 GMT -5
"What'd I do~" Eastport grinned wickedly and stuck out his tongue. "I mean, I'm not th' one who's too chicken t' say one measly three-letter word."
Commence explosion in three... two... one...
[sorry it's so short~ XD All I needed was one sentence.]
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Post by America on Aug 20, 2012 21:05:52 GMT -5
America had just been about to reply to Molossia's complaints (for such a snappish guy, he was actually taking this pretty well) when Eastport chimed in and made America more than proud to have such a young micronation as his son. Brother. Whatever. Teasing Molossia in such a manner was smart, something America would have never even thought of doing.
He smirked, keeping his arm around Molossia's shoulder and tightening it just a tad to make sure that the elder micronation didn't try attacking Eastport. Goodness knows that mocking statement was just the thing to push Molossia over the edge. America certainly didn't want any deaths today.
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 20, 2012 21:37:11 GMT -5
(Fuck, my browser closed on me, RIGHT when I was done with my post. Ah, well.. I guess I can re-write it...)
America was smart to try to restrain Molossia. For, if he had hesitated a moment longer, there would have been blood. Molossia felt redness seep into his cheeks, his face boiling hot and sizzling to the touch. One could crack an egg over Molossia's head, and they would have a sunny-side up breakfast in minutes.
He was sick of all the mocking America had done from the moment he found Molossia gardening up on the rooftop. He was fed up with all the teasing from Eastport, the picking him apart bit-by-bit, and the completely uncalled for entrance he had made back in the greenhouse. Molossia was done.
More than anything, Molossia wanted to throw a temper tantrum. He wanted to release all of his rage and take it out on the two who seemed to be making it their goal to intentionally hurt him. Tackle, punch, kick, bite...
And yet he couldn't. Something deep down snapped in half. Everything that had piled up deep inside finally came out - but in a much different physical form than anyone would have suspected.
Molossia felt his vision beyond his sunglasses blur from pure strain, and tears rolled down the sides of his face. "Sh.. shut the fuck up..." He whimpered, his lower lip quivering. Molossia swung around to face America. "B-both of you.. SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He wailed, ramming his entire side into America's torso.
(Molossia is someone who tries to put up a tough front, and not show any fear or sorrow. Yet, deep down, he is really a sweetheart. I can imagine that, although he doesn't show it, each insult - playful or not - leaves a deep scar on his self-esteem. There's only so much one can take.)
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 20, 2012 21:52:42 GMT -5
"WHOA!" Even Eastport jumped back like Molossia exploded into flames in front of him. He expected the taller micronation to just brush it off as nothing or explode, but not like that! "Chill out, Molossia." After years of dealing with explosive siblings (and being one himself), he sorta knew how to handle this.
Placing his hands palm outwards in a sort of "please stop" or "I surrender" motion, he took a cautious step forward. "Jus' calm down. We were jus' playin' around, a'right? We didn't mean t' set ya off 'r anythin'. Let's not get into a brawl over nothin'. If we seriously did hurt ya - 'n ya don't have to confirm 'r deny that - then we're sorry. Jus' take a deep breath and chill. out." He paused, waiting for the other's reaction before he jumped in with a suggestion. "If it helps ya any, we c'n talk about this like over a nice, cold beer 'r somethin'. Let's just not hurt each other, sound good?"
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Post by America on Aug 20, 2012 21:54:04 GMT -5
Out of all the things he had been expecting, that was not on the top of the list. Hell, that didn't even make the list. Ignoring Molossia ramming into him, America's smirk left, grabbing Molossia and patting his shoulder. "H-Hey, it's okay!" he quickly exclaimed, feeling horribly guilty that he had brought this on. "We were just playing! You don't have to call me your dad or brother, I don't mind! We're just good friends, if that's all, and I didn't mean to hurt you in any way!" He swallowed nervously, trying not to show how panicked he actually was. How terrible he felt. How stupid and idiotic and he just wanted to punch himself.
He was making one of his micronations cry.
And not just any micronation- Molossia, the one who put up a front even worse than England's and Romano's. Combined. And he, with all the teasing that he assumed was harmless, broke that front and now Molossia was crying and...dammit, I'm an idiot..
Unable to take the sight of tears, America pulled Molossia into a hug, rubbing at his back in what he hoped would be a comforting manner. "Shit, I'm sorry, Mol. I was just...ugh, I'm treating you kinda awful, aren't I?" The more he talked, the worse he felt.
He nodded at Eastport, thanking him for the suggestions. "Yeah, let's just all go inside and make some soup and we can have a beer and it'll be alright."
[[Shit, I posted RIGHT after ya, Spain. X'D Sorry if it seems awkward now, I don't have time to fix it up much.]]
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 20, 2012 22:00:41 GMT -5
Molossia shot a glare over at Eastport. "I TOLD YA TO SHUT U-" He squeaked when America suddenly pulled him into another hug. Molossia flailed, screaming curses and threats. "Get the fuck off of me", and "I'll fuckin' kill ya if ya touch me", and "Stay the hell away from me before I beat the shit outta ya", and things of the sort.
"LET GO OF ME! GOD DAMN IT, LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW!" Molossia sobbed, his voice cracking through his tears. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T WANT A DAD, I DON'T WANT A BROTHER, I DON'T WANNA HAVE FRIENDS! YA FUCKIN' ASSHOLE, LET GO'A ME!" He shrieked in a shrill voice as he hiccupped between each sentence.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 20, 2012 22:17:22 GMT -5
Eastport flinched at the yelling, too eerily close to that of his violent siblings. He took a deep breath and drew America away from Molossia. "Trust me," he whispered, "I got this."
He had just started going over to his fellow micronation when an idea struck him. "Hey, Mol. Its alright if ya don't wanna be related t' us. I understand. Hell, I even get why ya don't want friends. My entire family's nuts and none'a them like me much. Even my own flesh-n-blood brother Annapolis - hear'a 'im? - doesn't even consider me a different entity apart from him. I could honestly say I despise most'a my real family."
He beckoned an unseen figured in the shadows over to him. "Ya probably have a pet though, right? After all, bein' alone f'r too long'll drive you insane. Well, my 'pet' is my pretty much only real friend." The figure he had been motioning to was none other than Henry, who had been watching him from afar. "Meet Henry." he said, lifting up the little blue crab and setting him on his palm. "He's a blue crab I rescued years ago. He's one'a the only ones I trust and he has the honorary title of being apart'a my family. Oh, an' he's the one who helped me discover my almost useless ability t' communicate with marine life."
With a soft smile, Eastport held out the hand with Henry in it. "If ya promise not to flip out on us, I'm sure he won't mind if ya hold 'im f'r a little while."
[skdhxkskfjskan STUPID ITOUCH NOT LETTING ME DELETE A POST. I'll do that tomorrow when I have my laptop back.]
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 21, 2012 8:04:51 GMT -5
Molossia's wails slowly became quieter and quieter as Eastport went on, and by the time Eastport held Henry out to Molossia, the micronation's sobbing was reduced to soft whimpering. "...H.. H-Henry, huh?" He mumbled, trembling and slowly holding both of his hands out for Eastport to set him in his palms.
If there was one thing that could make Molossia calm down, it was animals. Molossia loves animals almost as much as he loves his gardening and poetry. Dogs and cats especially always had a close spot in his heart... but, crabs? Molossia never really took much of an interest in crabs. However, it was never too late to start?
"You... y-you can talk ta marine life?" He sniffled. "...That's cool... I.. guess..." Molossia saying something was "cool" was a pretty big compliment, considering he usually just throws around compliments like, "fuck you!" or "screw off!"
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