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Post by England on Mar 12, 2012 19:47:19 GMT -5
"Use the part of your brain that hasn't rotted away thanks to those meaningless games of yours and think straight for a moment." England huffed, sitting down and taking his rifle strap off his shoulders. His weapon really did get heavy sometimes. He was just really happy to put it down for a moment, but not out of reach. Never out of reach. "Your entire nation is upside down and your people were one of the first to be hit by this disaster. I think the last thing you needed was to be away from your government when they needed you the most. But really, if you prioritized taking a week to set up this warehouse with me over the safety and well-being of your nation, then sure, next time, we'll drop you a call."
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Post by America on Mar 12, 2012 20:10:33 GMT -5
If he had to tell the truth, America would admit how incredibly idiotic he felt at the moment. "Oh...well, when you put it that way, then...yeah. I guess the government does know what it's doing." He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, now not sure what to say. Dammit, why does he gotta be smarter than me all the time! Quickly, he just decided to change the subject. "So, uh...has anything ever really happened while you were out on patrol?" It was probably one of his more...well, pointless topics, but he'd rather not be discussing hw very little he thought things through.
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Post by England on Mar 12, 2012 20:18:53 GMT -5
England raised a brow, seeing what America had done to divert the attention, but obliged. No matter how much he enjoyed criticizing the other Nation, he could only go so far without being displeasing.
"Nothing much, I guess. We haven't gotten many zombies around here lately." his eyes darkened, though, despite the fact that it was logically a good thing. "I wonder if the zombies that were heading this way congregated, and so are slowed down. If so, once they get here, I'm afraid they'll be in powerful numbers." he bit his lip.
Although... no sense in being pessimistic all the time. He had to point out the optimistic side of everything as well if he wanted to have a fair judgement.
"Then again, maybe we're just lucky. Maybe zombies just aren't passing by here. Zombies are more fond of cities, anyways. Smells more human than any rickety old warehouse in the middle of nowhere." he sighed, ruffling his hair.
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Post by America on Mar 12, 2012 20:30:39 GMT -5
Glancing back over his shoulder, America surveyed the lands. Sometimes he felt as if a zombie would jump out at him at any moment. "Let's go with that last statement," he said. When he was satisfied that nothing was moving, he turned back to England. "Anyway, we beat them up pretty nicely last time, so maybe they took the message and decided to leave us alone for a bit."
That was probably untrue, but it still calmed him down, if only slightly. "Besides, the cities are a better hang-out for zombies. Like you said." He noticed his flashlight flickering and hit it against his hand to keep it from going out. The smack worked and the light shone just as brightly as before. Thank goodness for that. Don't know what I'd do if it went out.
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Post by England on Mar 12, 2012 20:38:44 GMT -5
"One would wish they would just leave us alone and go haunt some other planet. Like Jupiter. They'd fall right through the ground, into space. Or Mercury. Just spontaneously combust and leave nothing but ashes." he sighed, then chuckled as he realized how stupid he sounded. "I guess those are just as unrealistic scenarios as getting you to give up hamburgers, am I right?"
The wind blew, carrying the scent of fresh snow and diseased rot with it. England shivered, although he didn't now whether the wind of the scents had gotten to him first. Either way, it looked like it would start snowing soon. Something he personally did not look forward to. Also because if it got too cold, zombies would just freeze in their tracks and thaw again in the spring. Finding a zombie crawling out of half-melted dunes of snow did not sound all that appealing to him, in all reality.
"Looks like it'll snow..." he finally settled for commenting, turning his eyes to the morosely clouded sky.
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Post by America on Mar 12, 2012 20:44:36 GMT -5
"Nah. It isn't crazy. I was actually thinking about Pluto, though. Farther away, ya know?" He shot England a grin. "Dude, hamburgers are too awesome to give up. One of these days, you'll have to recognize how simply amazing they are!" Which would probably only ever happen when America mentioned how scones were fabulous. Which isn't going to happen, the country added to himself firmly. No way was that scenario ever going to come about.
America also looked up to the sky, nose wrinkling with dissatisfaction. "Ugh. That doesn't sound like fun." He pulled his bomber's jacket closer to him, happy that he would always have this to carry, especially with the snow coming. "I won't really enjoy coming out in the snow to patrol." His blue eyes suddenly widened, though. "Hey! Won't the snow kinda slow the zombies down? Or, maybe they'll migrate down south or something, and then we won't have to deal with them for a few months!"
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Post by England on Mar 12, 2012 20:49:09 GMT -5
"You silly boy, you." England muttered in amusement under his breath, shaking his head and hoping that America didn't see his smirk in the dark. "I will never acknowledge defeat. Hamburgers are utterly disgusting and unrefined, and that is final." he finished on a decisive note.
Letting the smirk on his lips run dry, though, he brought his mind to the situation currently at hand and frowned.
"Unfortunately, zombies don't have the capacity to realize that it's too cold for them to go on. If temperatures go too low, the zombies will simply freeze in their tracks and get buried under snow. And in the spring, guess who'll be popping up from the ground, thawed and ready to go like the few remaining flower buds on this entire bloody continent." he gruffly explained.
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Post by America on Mar 13, 2012 15:36:35 GMT -5
Sensing that England was in an okay mood, America took a seat beside him, setting the flashlight down, though he didn't dare turn it off. "Nuh-uh. Hamburgers are the best! With ketchup and mustard and...and, I mean, you can add all the healthy shit on, too, like lettuce and tomatoes and stuff. See? It's not all so bad." He grinned, but it faltered when he realized what England was saying.
"They'll...they'll just freeze?" He imagined going out for firewood or target practice, only to find the snow melting and zombies rising up at him. The thought was utterly terrifying. "Damn," he whispered under his breath, averting his eyes to the ground. "Just when I thought we might get a small break."
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Post by England on Mar 13, 2012 16:36:39 GMT -5
"Yes, they will, and when the undead rise from their cold graves, quite literally, this time, it will not be the best of moments. We can only hope that it will not be too cold during the winter here. Or that we won't have any freezing rain. The last thing we need is to slip on a patch of ice while retreating." he rubbed his forehead tiredly. "But then again, there isn't much we can do about it, right? Nature will go on as it pleases, whether or not we are able to follow its whims. This entire bloody apocalypse is proof of that..."
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Post by America on Mar 13, 2012 17:07:05 GMT -5
America shivered, not from the cold, just from what England said. Okay, maybe it was also a slight chill. "Maybe it won't snow," he mumbled, looking back up at the darkened sky. All signs do point to snow, though... He really wasn't looking forward to that. Gone were the days of building snowman and making snow angels and having snowball fights. Now, he'd have to be ready for anything, especially in the snow and ice. England's words made him aware of that. Even if it does snow, though, maybe we can...I dunno, relax just slightly? I know we'd have to be on our toes and keep alert at all times, but I can whip us up some hot chocolate and, just for a few minutes, we could forget about zombies and infection and death. Chocolate makes everyone feel better!" He sent a small smile England's way, straightening his glasses.
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Post by England on Mar 13, 2012 17:13:11 GMT -5
England scrutinized America's gaze as best as he could through the night, and then turned away, smiling fondly. How America retained such innocence through such horrors amazed him. Perhaps the younger Nation really was the strongest of them, in some sense of the term.
"You're still such a child..." he whispered almost subconsciously, rubbing his arms as a chill caused by something other than the cold ran up and down his body. "Next thing you know, you'll be asking to sing Christmas carols and bake gingerbread men when the holiday period rolls in." Never mind the fact that their only presents and surprises this year may be relative to life and death.
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Post by America on Mar 13, 2012 17:25:13 GMT -5
"When Christmas comes, I think we should do that!" America instantly exclaimed, his smile now turning into a grin. "I've never skipped a Christmas before. Hell, even on the battlefield, I always liked singing and exchanging gifts. Not many gifts, though, to give. Guess there won't be many here, either." Still, he thought celebrating holidays such as these would keep the morale up. Besides, other than his own birthday, Christmas was possibly his favorite holiday ever. That and Halloween. Which I might actually have to skip out on, considering the situation... He shrugged. "We'll make do.
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Post by England on Mar 13, 2012 17:36:08 GMT -5
"Bloody optimistic fool, how can you smile despite never knowing when you will be forced to take your last breath, walk your last step?" England mused out loud, only realizing he'd spoken when he felt his own hot breath against his cold fingers. "N-Not that being optimistic is bad, but..." But what? England quite enjoyed America's attempts to keep morale up, to be honest. Not that he'd admit it, but that was another story altogether. Still... He just didn't understand where the younger Nation got all his energy.
If his Nation had been the one so utterly destroyed -1066-, completely turned upside-down -1645- and put in ruins -1939-, he didn't know if he would have had the strength to keep calm and carry on.
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Post by America on Mar 13, 2012 19:34:59 GMT -5
America let out a small chuckle. "You're funny," he said. "You're the one trying to keep me from being all depressed, you know. I was trying to lighten the mood a little. We need to kinda chill every so often. Being freaked out and terrified constantly will effect our minds." He suddenly held up a finger and reached into his pocket, pulling out a few slightly smashed tiny bars of chocolate. "I brought these with me. Want one?" Without even waiting for a reply, he tossed a Kit-Kat over to England, opening up his own Hershey's bar.
He really felt as if chocolate could cure everything. There wasn't one period in his life when chocolate just made him feel any worse. If anything, it would always lift him up and make him believe he could do anything.
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Post by England on Mar 13, 2012 20:10:29 GMT -5
"C-Chocolate?" England stuttered out, confused as he caressed the metallic aluminum wrapper with the pad of his fingers. "Have you been carrying this for so long is your pockets? God, they must be pretty disgusting by now. And so much sugar. I'm surprised you haven't gotten a heart attack by now."
That did not stop him from gingerly tearing the package open and taking a sniff of his wonderful-smelling treat. It had been so long since he'd savoured one of these. And the fact that it was a shared pleasure between him and America made it seem even more tempting.
But...
...Oh, hell, it wasn't like zombies would swarm the warehouse if he took a couple of minutes off for his Kit-Kat break.
Satisfied with his own answer, England snapped one part of the bar and gently put it in his mouth.
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