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Post by America on Aug 26, 2012 20:00:16 GMT -5
[[Righto!]]
A bit surprised that crabs actually ate chickens, America nodded. Okay. Chicken noodle soup for Henry the Crab it was. He had just been about turn and walk back in the house to start preparing the soup when he noticed Eastport looking a bit off. Worried that the poor kid (although he used the term 'kid', he had to keep reminding himself that Eastport was actually older than Molossia), he faced him again, concerned, and was even more so when he asked something in a low voice.
"Yeah. Sure. Anything. What's up?" He bent over a bit, putting his hands on his knees and raising his eyebrows at the younger boy. He really hoped it wasn't anything too serious.
[[fsbfkahflk, short post is short, sorry!]]
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 26, 2012 21:04:18 GMT -5
Eastport's eyebrows crinkled together and he sighed, looking up at America like he was a little kid again. "When do you think this will be over?" He didn't want to admit he was scared for him and the others, he didn't want to admit he just wanted them back with them in Europe, he didn't want to admit that he was just scared in general. He wanted everyone back home and everything to be alright again.
He just wanted this to be done already. He wanted the world back to the way it was and most of all, he wanted life back the way it was.
[Excuse me, Shorty McShort Short over here~]
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Post by [x] Molossia on Aug 26, 2012 21:28:00 GMT -5
(I feel as though I have just been issued a challenge.)
Molossia listened in closely as Eastport's voice had gone unusually low and soft. America leaned in expectantly, and Eastport asked his random, yet reasonable inquiry. The zombies. He was obviously talking about the zombies. It must've been scary... it was an awful experience for all of the nations who took shelter in the warehouse. It was a horrifying, and even fatal experience for millions of others.
Molossia sighed and dropped into a crouch in front of Eastport, beside America. "Hey.. it may take a lil' while, but... things'll get better, a'ight? That's what we're all here fer! We're bandaging the world back tagether, one continent at a time!"
It felt weird to be comforting someone like this, particularly a nation who was chronologically his elder. It brought on a heavy, ten-pound weight-like feeling in his heart. These were certainly emotions Molossia couldn't remember ever having...
...And yet, the micronation didn't completely dislike it...
(DAMN IT, the one time I want to write something really short in comparison, my brain is working again. ;A;)
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Post by America on Aug 29, 2012 20:39:28 GMT -5
America was about to answer when Molossia took over with such comfort that America was surprised. It had been far too long since he had seen Molossia act in that gentle way. Only when the micronation was alone did he do this, only when he tended to his plants or played with one of his animals. He smiled softly, pleased that Molossia had decided to answer, then turned his gaze onto Eastport.
"Exactly what he said," the superpower agreed. "I'm not sure how long this will take. If we're lucky, maybe just a year or two. If not..." He trailed off, giving a small shrug. He didn't even want to think about killing zombies ten years into the future. He didn't even want to think about how mutated everything would become by then. "But we'll succeed in our mission, don't you worry. We'll all come out alive and...and things can go back to the way they used to be!"
Except they couldn't. Nothing would ever be the same.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Sept 1, 2012 17:40:25 GMT -5
Eastport's eyes widened a bit when he saw Molossia try and comfort him. He knew that America would answer his question, but he didn't really expect the other micronation to as well.
"...If you guys say so..." He couldn't really respond to their statements in any other way. He was never the most positive or optimistic of people, but in this case, he had no choice but to hope for the best. Yeah, he had to have faith in them. They're working their asses off, so the least he can do is believe in them.
His face went red when he realized how he must have looked. And look~ His pride is flying away on the breeze~
"Buuuuuuut it's not like I'm all that worried 'bout ya guys 'r anything!" He smirked, trying to maintain an air of confidence. "After all, I KNOW ya guys aren't gonna let everyone else down!"
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Post by [x] Molossia on Sept 1, 2012 18:06:01 GMT -5
A smile appeared on Molossia's face at the false air of confidence that surrounded Eastport. But that's when a thought occurred to him. His smile immediately faded and he stood up straight, jumping back. Molossia adjusted his shades with a huff. "I-I mean, hell yeah! We'll kick some zombie ass, we don't need to worry 'bout a thing!" Molossia cracked his knuckles just for an effect.
He looked Eastport up and down. "Ya feelin' better now?" He lightly patted his head, but only for a moment, for after that, he quickly pulled away, half-expecting to have his hand be smacked away anyhow.
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Post by America on Sept 1, 2012 21:12:37 GMT -5
Grinning at both Eastport's obvious change in mood and Molossia's flustered state, America nodded, agreeing with them both. "Mol is right. No matter what, we're gonna win this!" He exclaimed with much determination drawn out on his face. Despite all the worries he had, despite all that they had been through and all that they would be forced to go through, he had no doubt that it would be them who would emerge as the victors.
And then they'd have to build their countries all back up. It would take a while, but America knew that would be accomplished as well. "And, once we're all done, I'm reopening McDonald's."
He had his priorities straight.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Sept 1, 2012 21:31:56 GMT -5
Eastport smiled a bit at Molossia's flustered reaction as well. "Ya better! 'R I'll kick yer ass!"
A warm feeling settled in his stomach though, when he felt his head being patted. Normally he would've been infuriated that someone was doing that to him, but it didn't feel mocking; it felt actually pretty nice. It reminded him of the good days when everything was alright. So rather than slapping the hand away, he let it go away on it's own.
"Yeah, okay." He rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue at the thought of McDonald's. Sure, he liked it on occassion, but really, he didn't quite understand the obsession. "I dunno how ya can constantly eat that stuff. It's disgusting. Honestly, I think I'd rather stick with m' homemade foods~" His mouth watered at the feast he could have when this was all over. Crab dip, crab cakes, cream of crab soup, steamed crab, crab sandwiches... Just crab in general would be amazing. He hated the bland diet he was on. "I know! Mol, when this's over, yer totally coming by ta taste some'a my food! I dunno whatcha eat out in Nevada, but you haven't lived 'till ya taste some'a me 'n my brother's seafood!"
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Post by [x] Molossia on Sept 3, 2012 17:42:01 GMT -5
(For someone who has a pet crab, Eastport sure loves dishes with crab as the main piece in the recipe... RUN, HENRY, RUN!)
The corners of Molossia's mouth turned up in a crooked smirk as Eastport (metaphorically) bitch-slapped America in the face by giving his McDonald's the thumbs down. Molossia didn't mind McDonald's, but would only really eat it if he was hanging around America. He knew how much America liked the stuff, and, let's face it... if America liked a certain food, Molossia would force it down his own throat if he had to. What he had to prove was something no one really knew, but Molossia always had something to prove.
"In Nevada, we ate all kinds'a stuff. The list of our food was spread out pretty wide, that state doesn't have any 'official' food of it's own, like some'a the states do." He mumbled gruffly in response to Eastport's statement. Molossia shrugged his shoulders and shoved his hands in his pockets, his arms feeling chilly. It was only then that the micronation realized just how cold he was, wearing a sleeveless shirt towards the end of winter.
"Since 'ol Nev didn't have any official food, I didn't pick up one'a my own."
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Post by America on Sept 3, 2012 18:51:22 GMT -5
America gasped at Eastport's statement. An American (well, a kind-of-American) who didn't like McDonald's? It was absurd! If he was a citizen of USA, he ought to like Mickey D's! Except he wasn't a citizen, so America could see where the micronation was coming from, but still! What wasn't to like about McDonald's? In all his 370-something years of being a nation, he had never heard one of his micronations diss his favorite food!
...Or he had and he just ignored it and/or forgot it.
"W-Well, since Mol doesn't have an official food, we can both eat McDonald's together!" America exclaimed. "When everything gets back to normal, Mol, we can put up as many McDonald's as we want in Nevada, alright? And then you can eat it for breakfast and lunch and dinner! And I'll visit you more with McDonald's." He grinned. "Not that crab cakes are bad, mind you," he added to Eastport. "I was gonna suggest that we cook up Henry, but then I realized that he's your pet and I don't think you'd be all too pleased if we ate Henry."
Even though Eastport was making him truly miss eating crab.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Sept 4, 2012 17:10:14 GMT -5
Eastport nodded and shrugged a bit. "Well, whatever floats your boat~ But it's a shame ya don't. I LOVE our state foods~ Nothing beats crabs and Smith Island Cake~" His mind went to la-la-land as he dreamed up as many images of the delicious, multiple-thin-layered dessert as he could. The soft, fluffy layers, the fudge-thick icing, the sweet drizzle of syrup on top...
But he was brought back as he heard America's morbid declaration.
"WHAT?!" Protectively, he gathered up Henry in his arms, his voice rising an octave or two in shock. "Of course I wouldn't be happy about that! I mean, yeah, I like blue crab 'n all, but HENRY?!" Eventually he was reduced to panicked flailing and incoherent sentences from talking WAY too fast until he finally took a huge breath and calmed down. "I'm fine, I think. Just please don't suggest that again..."
[OH MY GOD. I'M SORRY. THAT WAS TOO FUNNY TO PASS UP.]
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Post by [x] Molossia on Sept 7, 2012 20:01:57 GMT -5
Molossia's shoulders tensed. He knew Eastport wouldn't react well to America's gruesome suggestion, and, of course, that was all too exact. Eastport's reaction was no less than complete and utter horror. Even Molossia had to elbow America in the side to get him to shut up.
"Oi, come on... Henry's clearly a... good friend of tha kid's..." He mumbled awkwardly, still not sure how he felt about all of this. Being friendly towards the two, of course. It was a bit difficult for him, considering Molossia was resisting the urge to.... well, to slap a hoe.
(God damn, this is so short, I'm SOOOO sorry! I'm just so overwhelmed with school right now... ;A;)
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Post by America on Sept 7, 2012 22:10:09 GMT -5
America smirked after Eastport's little outburst, wondering why the micronation couldn't just laugh it off. Then again, the crab did seen rather close with Eastport. Who knows how long they had been together. Did crabs live long lives? "Hey, chill out, Eastport! I was just messing with ya! I'm not gonna eat Henry, honest. Besides, I don't think he'd let me eat him. He seems, uh...strong." This was dumb. "He seems like he's a real strong crab." This was really dumb. But America didn't want Eastport to feel as if his crab was being threatened. That would bode well.
He shrugged at Molossia, raising his eyebrows with a smile. "Yeah, I know. That's why I said I had changed my mind!" Eating pets was a big no-no for him, even if that pet was a crab who would go well as an appetizer.
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