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Post by America on Mar 10, 2012 22:47:48 GMT -5
America had to admit that, despite the lands being taken over by zombies and lacking any sort of humans, the moon gave him a sense of peace. It shone brightly, allowing just enough light for him to see more clearly. He still kept his flashlight on, though, and his pistol by his side. Reloaded, of course, with an ample amount of bullets, and even more in his pocket. He wasn't in the mood to be caught in a fight with no sort of ammo. Not again. He sighed, shining his flashlight out over the walls of the roof, feeling a bit relieved when he didn't see any sort of movement.
It was normal for him to be jumpy, he had long since been assuring himself. Once he heard of the outbreak of zombies, he felt it was perfectly fine for him to feel frightened at times. Sure, not all the time, since he needed to have some fun after all. And, speaking of fun... He sighed again, this time out of boredom. He wished he were inside with the video games or something. Hooray, though, I got put on patrol. He knew he shouldn't be complaining- everyone got put on patrol at some point. Still, he wasn't going to stop whining about it to himself. It gave him something to do.
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Post by England on Mar 10, 2012 22:54:06 GMT -5
Adjusting his rifle in his arms, England pushed the door to the roof open with his shoulder, grunting with the effort it took to carry both his 10-pound weapon and push the heavy metal door open.
Once outside, though, he didn't regret the effort for a moment. The breeze felt nice, despite being a little chilly, and it was a nice change from the stuffy air inside the warehouse. They really should consider making some kind of makeshift ventilation shaft or windows. It would help a lot.
Still, the moon was bright, the night was silent, and the peace it brought him was an intense relief from the commotion inside.
He took a few steps, feeling his flashlight and keys tap against his thigh, his weapon weighing in his arms, and his tired eyes studying the roof. And only then did he realize that apparently, he wasn't alone on night patrol duty.
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Post by America on Mar 10, 2012 22:58:53 GMT -5
Once America heard the door open, he quickly spun, gun up and ready. He knew it was probably a fellow nation but, still, better be safe than to be sorry, right? He lowered the pistol when he noticed it was only England. "Oh. It's just you." He let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding as he offered a smile. "So, what are you doing out here?"
Though the peace and quiet was probably now ruined, America found that he didn't mind all too much. He felt he needed some human companionship, after all.
He did though, find himself feeling safer. Not that he'd ever say such a thing. It was just that he knew England was strong and could handle himself. Plus, that huge rifle in his arms was nothing to trifle with.
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Post by England on Mar 10, 2012 23:04:22 GMT -5
"Calm your bloody tits, America, why the hell were you expecting anything else than a Nation to be able to open that door!?" England bristled as he noticed the flash of moonlight off the silver gun that was promptly set back down.
Cautiously approaching America, he glared at him murderously before sighing and shrugging.
"A lot of Nations looked tired, so... I guess I excused them the guard shift tonight... We still do need two people patrolling at all times, though, so I figured I might as well spare them tonight. I didn't know you were on patrol duty, though." Well, looked like his idea of peace would soon be destroyed. So much for a night of tranquility and quiet.
Well, at least with America around, there was no risk of him falling asleep on his guard shift.
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Post by America on Mar 11, 2012 13:11:58 GMT -5
Calm my bloody...tits? Did Iggy seriously just tell me to calm my tits? He felt confused for a second, then just brushed it off as some strange British saying. "Well, uh...you never know," he mumbled in embarrassment, glad that the darkness was hiding the blush he felt certain was coming on. Red was never a lovely color on him.
America leaned up against the fence, biting his lip. "Ah. Well, yeah...I'm patrolling. Dude, but since we're both here, it'll be a lot more fun now! Right?" He was about to start celebrating when he realized that he'd finally have something to do and someone to talk to.
Well, to argue with, anyway. He never really got into any peaceful conversations with England, due to their clashing personalities.
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Post by England on Mar 11, 2012 20:05:31 GMT -5
"I guess. Try not to make too much noise, though. And keep your eyes peeled for the horizon. Safety before fun, of course." England didn't know whether he dreaded his night alone with America. The two just didn't seem to ever concur on a same point. They always had clashing opinions, and arguments were so common between them, it didn't affect England as much anymore.
Still, as long as he got to talk to him, he was fine. Deep inside, England knew that he would probably be devastated if any Nation he got along with in the past decided to break ties with him. He was just that type of person.
"So how are you finding your stay here, so far?" England decided on small talk for the moment. "It obviously cannot compare to the warmth of a home, but... It's a roof over our heads, in the end."
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Post by America on Mar 11, 2012 20:18:03 GMT -5
"Yes sir!" America said, adding in a small salute. "It shall be quiet and we shall keep a watchful eye for any of those nasty zombies!" He couldn't say he would actually enjoy keeping an eye out for those nasty zombies, but, hey, patrol duty was patrol duty. He wasn't going to just whine and bitch about it like he would have before the outbreak. Hm. I guess certain circumstances really do change a person, don't they? Well, of course, he had always known that, but he never really put much thought into it until now. He supposed he never had to until now.
He shrugged when he heard England's next question. "Well...I mean, with the situation at hand, I guess it's not the worst thing to happen. I mean, we're all together and...yeah, so it isn't too bad. I do miss my home down in America, though." He smiled softly. "Guess that's been taken over by the zombies, though. No point in thinking about it."
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Post by England on Mar 11, 2012 20:30:33 GMT -5
"W-Well... We are going to go around quite a lot, for missions and whatnot, so... Maybe we'll pass by one of your old cities in the course of our missions?" England then cleared his throat in embarrassment as he realized how depressing it would probably be for America to gaze upon his destroyed cities, overrun by zombies and decay. "I-I mean... It wouldn't be the nicest sight, but... At least you're close to home?" he tried picking himself back up, a bit pathetically if he said so himself.
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Post by America on Mar 12, 2012 14:36:52 GMT -5
America stared at England for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to react to his last statement. Finally, he let out a chuckle. "Maybe," he said. "You know, I always thought that those Hollywood movies where zombies or aliens take over the world were awesome, right? I mean, the special effects were amazing. Places like New York or D.C. would be deserted or destroyed, and I just...I was always amazed at it. Now that those cities probably look like they do in the movies-" He stopped suddenly, shrugging once more. "Never mind."
England probably didn't want to hear him whine like a child. Hell, he didn't want to hear himself whine like a child. It was ridiculous to do so, especially when everyone had lost so much, not just him.
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Post by England on Mar 12, 2012 15:57:38 GMT -5
"Yes, well, it does seem somewhat unreal. All of this, I mean." he swept his hand at the fields below, yellow and decaying and covered in death. "You know, if you'd told me about a century ago that there would someday be a zombie apocalypse, I would've thought you were an idiot. More than usual, I mean." he added, almost on reflex. "Hell, you've probably already said something about a zombie apocalypse before, what with all those Hollywood movies you're so fond of." he then shook his head a bit solemnly. "Well... I guess it's here, and I guess it's now..." he finished in a whisper.
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Post by America on Mar 12, 2012 16:13:28 GMT -5
America wanted to shoot back some witty remark, mostly to retort at being called an idiot, but he couldn't. Once England finished his small speech, all America could do was stare. It hit him hard, hearing England's words, and he suddenly began thinking that if he had laid off the zombie movies, maybe it wouldn't have happened. Of course, he dismissed the idea as silly, but he couldn't help but feel a bit awful at the irony of it all. People had always watched zombie movies for the excitement and thrills, but there wasn't any of those sort of feelings when reality smacked you in the face. It wasn't a movie.
"Even if I did say something about the zombie apocalypse, I probably wouldn't have even believed myself." He spoke softly, which was unusual for him, and even he knew it. Still, it wasn't as if he could be loud and obnoxious when feeling this down. "But...you know, we'll pull through this. We'll be able to find a solution." [/blockquote]
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Post by England on Mar 12, 2012 16:18:59 GMT -5
"What, were you doubting us, all of us?" England suddenly reverted to his usual, sarcastic tone, sensing that the air was becoming a bit too depressing for even himself to bear. "You're deluding yourself if you think I -that we- will let humanity perish under these monsters' claws. We're Nations. We've been protecting our lands and our people since the day we were born, and we'll do it until the day we die." Or alternatively, in this case, die and reanimate. Which was less than desirable, really.
"Besides, at least there's still room left for solution." he added after a second of thought. "It's not over yet. It's only beginning."
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Post by America on Mar 12, 2012 16:28:31 GMT -5
Finally allowing himself to grin, America said, "Well, since when did you become the optimistic one of the two of us?" He couldn't help but feel as if his spirits were being lifted up. I guess England isn't such a stick-in-the-mud constantly. Just sometimes. He straightened, his face much brighter. "Speaking of beginnings, mind me asking how long it took to set this place up exactly? It's very nice and I feel bad that you did it all by yourself. You should have called someone over to help."
Like France, he added silently, slightly smirking at the thought of England and France actually being civil to each other. [/blockquote]
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Post by England on Mar 12, 2012 16:37:37 GMT -5
"H-Hey, I just don't want to be held responsible for any depressions looming above anyone, that's all." England huffed. He didn't even know why he was trying to keep the mood high. He just guessed he was already tired of living in constant paranoia and darkness. Might as well laugh if they were going to die in the end.
In Voltaire's words: Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.
"Not as long as I would've liked to spend on accommodating this rickety old place." he then replied to America's inquiry, tapping his foot on the warehouse roof. "The central government decided to send a preliminary group of Nations, just a few of us, really, to make this place livable for everyone else and scout the surroundings. I don't really know what happened to the others. I guess they got caught up with their countries." Or got eaten on their way to the warehouse. Although that was a possibility he really wouldn't like to consider. "But I got here first and started setting things up a bit. It was a week before everybody else got here, so... It took me a week, I guess." he trailed off, not knowing what to think of America's offer. Since when had they started being so.... civilized to each other? It was weird, but not unwelcome.
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Post by America on Mar 12, 2012 19:30:23 GMT -5
America rolled his eyes, a smile still on his face. "Dude, I don't have a depression. Don't worry." Still, though, it was nice to laugh every so often. And it was nice to play video games. Which he really should thank England for but, really, he couldn't be bothered. Video games and America kinda went together and everyone knew as much. Therefore, he viewed the video games as a vital necessity to him being at the warehouse.
America gave a small pout. "Man, and they didn't think I was awesome enough to come? Geez, some government. Doesn't even know a true hero when it sees one, do they?" Okay, so maybe being out in zombie-infested lands for an extra week wasn't his idea of a good time, but he still wished they had considered letting him go. He was the hero! He was good at this sort of stuff!
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