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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 26, 2013 16:42:11 GMT -5
A very slow pause came over the other Czech's face when America explained himself. He did all this just for her Birthday? None could explain why...but it seemed that, that was enough to shock her to where the knife was dropped to the ground from the grip that held it so tight it wouldn't be surpising if there were dents in the handle. The hand was now placed against her head as whispers and mumbling escaped the lips , the words far too quiet and far too faint to where America could hear this private conversation.
"Don't you see...he did this for me so I could have the one thing I could have on my birthday..."
Silence was all the other Czech had to say.
"Please just give him another chance...he is a very honorable man...and besides it wasn't his fault to begin with."
Silence was again the response to that, but slowly the mouth opened to talk to her to where it wasn't a whisper.
"Czechia...I don't want anything to happen to you...I don't want to see you cry anymore..."
A softer look touched the face one that belonged to Czech without a doubt.
"I promise its fine...it might of not been fine for you to cry in your time...but times have changed."
This conversation had turned from deadly to a very soft and almost caring one...where they seemed to show something for one another almost like...warmth. The eyes of the other Czech glared at America looking very reluctant like she had the last time when she had to leave. "Czechia...please know I am here for you...I always will no matter what you do...however since it is your birthday...I will not kill him and give him another chance...consider it my gift to you." The other Czech prepaired herself to leave once more a small bittersweet smile... "Goodbye for now my little Czechia..."
Czech fell to her knees tears falling from her eyes once more giving a bittersweet smile of her own.
"Thank you...Maminka..."
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Post by America on Jan 26, 2013 17:43:13 GMT -5
Though America couldn't hear exactly what it was the other Czech seemed to be saying (for he came to the conclusion that he was actually able to hear both Czechs speaking, which was odd in and of itself, but he wasn't going to question it too much), he still watched the female country very closely, ready to react in a second's notice if she changed her mind and came at him.
However, it seemed he didn't have to worry. The other Czech left and his friend, the normal Czech, fell to her knees and started crying.
Sensing that the danger had passed, he stood and made his way over to her, still rubbing his neck as he crouched to the side of the young girl.
"Thanks," he mumbled, not sure what else to say. He brought a hand up to pat her shoulder awkwardly, still confused with the whole "double person" thing. He just thanked his lucky stars that he didn't have to go through with any of that. It looked like it just exhausted Czech. "Sorry that I brought her out," he suddenly apologized. "If I hadn't gotten you hurt...but, is she, uh, gone for now?"
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 26, 2013 18:32:22 GMT -5
Czech looked at him then once seeing the bruises starting to form around his neck looked away feeling so ashamed of herself. She gently pushed his hands aside and stood up wiping the tears away the calming feeling turning into pure feelings of regret.
"Yes. She's gone for now...she decided to give you another chance...its her gift to me..." She bit her lip as blood started to drip from her chin as an attempt to keep them from trembling. "Please don't say sorry to me America...if anything I should apologize to you..." Calming herself down she proceeded to take her blue hair band out of her hair, brush it out with her fingers then put it back allowing her appearance to appear somewhat less deshevled.
Czech turned back to him and gave a very calm smile. "I'm sorry I hurt you...I'm sorry I seem to always be putting your life in danger...and I'm sorry that..." She choked on her words but forced herself to stop crying. She had cried enough. "I'm--I'm sorry that I'm crazy." She started to giggle to herself at this knowing how true it was which only made it very funny to her.
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Post by America on Jan 26, 2013 20:48:47 GMT -5
America had been planning on hugging her and whispering soothing words to her and babying her (again), but when she started laughing, he couldn't help but laugh along. Anything to alleviate the tenseness of the situation at hand. He stood up with her, still laughing. "You can say that again," he finally replied, his eyes crinkled up at the corners as he grinned down at her.
"But, seriously, don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault. Besides, these bruises will go away in, like, a day. Probably a few hours, knowing how quickly I heal." He sighed, keeping a smile on his face. "I'm honestly more worried about you. I wish this would stop happening." She was such a sweet girl, and she didn't deserve to have to go through that.
He then noticed the little drop of blood running down her chin. "Here, you got-" He brought a hand up to wipe it away, but then noticed that if he did that, he would only succeed in spreading even more blood (and guts) across her face, what with how dirty his hands were. He made a disproving noise, turning back to her chin. "Never mind. We can clean up when we get back to the warehouse."
Looking back over at the small hole they had dug, he said, "You wanna get started digging up the pota- potastash- shit, whatever the hell that is?" He was frustrated he couldn't remember the name. "I'll find my gun if you wanna do that."
If not, he'd still find his gun.
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 26, 2013 21:07:56 GMT -5
Czech felt so relieved to hear that he forgave her...like a huge wieght had been lifted off of her. She couldn't help but admire how loyal he was...even when she had attempted to kill him once more he still forgave her and seemed to want to be her friend. If that wasn't what you called a good friend Czech had no idea what was.
Lucky for America that he hadn't attempted to wipe the blood from her...otherwise she might have started to throw one of the biggest fits over how she wasn't a child anymore...though at times most would disagree to such a statement.
She nodded to America blushing slightly seeing how it was her fault that he lost his gun seeing how she had pushed him. Proceeding back to the hole she went to her knees and stared into the hole while America searched.
Her nimble fingers searched pushing some dirt aside when she suddenly froze...she caught the faintest traces of pink in the ground...a shade of pink that she knew all too well. Both her hands went into the ground now as she gave it a good pull then no sooner found the clumped up form of Potash. It fit perfectly in her hand as she looked over it over and over to make sure it was the right one. There was no mistake...it was potash the one thing she wanted on this crazy birthday.
"America look! I found some!"
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Post by America on Jan 26, 2013 21:22:20 GMT -5
America felt relieved when she decided to search for the potash (potash, he repeated in his mind, struggling to remember what it was called), for that meant they didn't have to go back to the warehouse empty-handed. She deserved something special more than ever now, what with all she had been through in just the past twenty or so minutes.
While she was digging, he had torn his knife from the zombie's head, wiped it on his pants (they were dirty, anyway), and sheathed it once more before beginning the search for his gun. He didn't get very far when Czech held up a pink clump and announced that she found the mineral. He grinned over at her. "Great!" he exclaimed, finally laying sight on his pistol, which he grabbed and looked over. "Is that the amount you need, or do you want me to grab some more for you?"
He put his gun away, turning to face his friend and feeling genuinely happy that things seemed to be brightening up for her birthday.
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 26, 2013 21:38:38 GMT -5
Czech didn't take her eyes off it looking far to happy to see it, like an old friend that she hadn't seen in years. Her fingers ran over the smooth and rough surface of the rock her touch filled with so much fondess. "No, this is plenty..." She declared still looking at it with the biggest most pleased smile on her face.
However, her heart started to ache when she touched it reminded of the callosed yet tender hands that would hold this rosey stone with her once tiny delicate ones...pointing out everything about it and what made it special and she as a child would listen in wonder at how the woman would know so much.
"You know...the reason why I love potash so much is because..."
The face came back to her all at once like she was still sitting in her lap like it were only yesterday. The delicate face that held so much dignity, grace and beauty...the sharp blue green eyes that could cut you down in an instant and yet held the warmest of all glows. The smile that would often reach down and kiss her cheeks and dry the tears away when she was sad...all of this was the image Czech had of the late Lady Bohemia...
She held in a sob as a smile came over her, so happy to remember that beautiful face from her youth. She smiled back at the potash touching it gently all the while the memory of the woman starting to replay in her head over and over...
"It's because...it reminds me of my mother...
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Post by America on Jan 26, 2013 22:05:30 GMT -5
As Czech stared at the potash, America began piling the zombie bodies up together, wrinkling his nose in distaste as the smell of rotting flesh and blood surrounded him. However, he knew better than to leave the bodies out. The smell could possibly attract even more zombies, and America wasn't ready to explain himself when a horde of zombies gathered in the plains.
He had just grabbed the box of matches from his pants pocket when Czech mentioned her mother. Not sure how to respond to that (he never exactly had a mother, so he didn't know how to deal with any of that), he lit the match and threw it into the pile of undead creatures, standing back to watch them burn. As the fires rose, he formulated a reply in his mind, hoping it would come out at least partially sensitive.
"Oh."
Then he facepalmed himself (and instantly tore his hand away when he felt the slickness of the blood spread across his forehead), rolling his eyes before facing Czech.
"I-I mean...oh." He winced. "Not that I meant that, just that it...well, it's good it reminds you of her. Remembering is good."
He could just die with how eloquent his words were.
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 26, 2013 22:16:30 GMT -5
Standing up from the ground Czech shook her head and smiled at America showing that it was okay. "I never really knew my mother...I knew she was strong...courageous, willing to fight for what she believed in...and though she might of been a little scary...she loved me so much...she loved all of her sons and daughters but...I know that I was her favorite."
There was no denying that fact...Bohemia often doted on her second daughter...always spending the most time with her while her sisters would be off spending it with their fathers. She would play with her as well as learn so many things from her...things that would always stay with her no matter what. She had died when she was still a little girl leaving her without her mother's tender hands to hold her or her lips to kiss away her fears...
"Though I only had a short time to spend with her...It's still very special to me to be able to remember each moment..."
A few tears fell from her eyes as she looked up at America then without warning flung her arms around him hugging his very tightly. "Thank you America...this...this is probably one the best gifts I've gotten in a very long time...even if we did have to go through a lot of crap to get it!"
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Post by America on Jan 26, 2013 22:43:40 GMT -5
America considered himself good with comforting people. He did it quite often, especially when it was someone he viewed as family. However, his comforting usually involved hugs or lots oh physical touching, something he couldn't give quite at the moment due to the state of his body and just how disgusting he looked.
So he stood there awkwardly, struggling with something to say, until Czech hugged him tightly, sort of breaking America's determination not to hug for fear of getting her dirty. Seeing as how she didn't seem to care, though, America returned the embrace, smiling slightly as he did so.
"Nah, it was interesting," he said. "I mean, it sure beats doing paperwork."
He drew back, wiping his hands on his jeans before moving some of her hair out of her eyes. "I don't really know the feeling of losing a mother, since I never had one, but I guess I can kinda relate. I mean, I had to leave England, you know. He didn't die, and we're, well, close again, but even breaking away from him to gain my independence hurt like hell. He was like a father to me, so...yeah, it ain't the same, but I get what you mean about remembering each moment."
He chuckled then, holding up a finger as if to scold her. "But no crying. C'mon, no tears are supposed to be shed on your birthday, Czech!"
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 27, 2013 20:43:24 GMT -5
A giggle escaped Czech when he mentioned the paperwork not knowing many people who would choose this situation over the other...but then again America wasn't the most normal of nations.
Her cheeks became rosey when he pushed her hair to the side surprisingly likeing it very much thinking how it reminded her of what a big brother would do...at least what she wanted her big brother to do to her.
She paused the smile on her face replaced with a surprised look as she glanced at the finger that was currently pointing at her. Realizing he was only teasing when he scold her she decided to tease along with him.
"You can't tell me what to do! I'm am not a child I am a woman thank you very much!"
With a flounce of her hair she began to walk off turning to America and giving him a broad, happy grin. "Lets get back to base before England has a fit!" She couldn't help but snicker at the very thought of the the British gentleman turning red with anger...it truly was a hilarious sight even if you were the one getting chewed out!
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Post by America on Jan 27, 2013 21:10:49 GMT -5
America snorted when she mentioned England having a fit. "Yeah, he sure will," he muttered, a smile adorning his face. "But that'll be nothing new, huh?" He felt it was nice to rewind like so after a battle (even if it was a battle with Czech herself). Telling jokes - even at the expense of the other nations - was enough to leave him relaxed and feeling quite normal.
"Hold up, though. I wanna make sure that these zombies burn like they're supposed to." He turned back to the pile of burning flesh, giving a grimace at both the sight and smell. He didn't want them attracting any other of the undead creatures. He had to make sure the fires at least died down a little before turning away.
With a sigh, he glanced around, trying to ignore the scene in front of him. He still couldn't resist cracking another joke to ease the mood, albeit a bitter one. "Kinda like a birthday bonfire, ain't it?"
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 27, 2013 21:29:45 GMT -5
Czech stared in silence at the fire at the bodies...as a blank expression touched her face seeing those bodies in the fire brought her back to the darker days of her past...when she was still so young and the world had sucumbed to the fears of the unknown.
"Actually...it makes me think of the Witch Trials that were held centuries ago..."
She contimplated that in silence remembering all of those innocent men women and children in her lands who were burned, hanged and pressed all because of old superstions and had justified it through the means of a black bible...If there really was a god Czech figured that those fools had a lot to answer for when their time came.
Her blank stare turned into a soft smile as she glanced to America once more having no desire to stare at the bodies any longer.
"From what I understang, your nation had some infamous witch hunts yourself...wasn't called...The Salem Witch Trials?"
((lol totally redirecting it but thats wha happens when you seem to run out of subject material!))
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Post by America on Jan 27, 2013 22:40:44 GMT -5
America winced when Czech mentioned the Salem Witch Trials, wanting so much to be on a different topic. Though he was very young at the time, it still seemed to be a scar in his history. If there was one thing that his own citizens picked on the early settlers for, it was those darn witch trials.
"Eh." He shrugged. "I was a kid at the time, so I really don't remember it much." He glanced over at her and noticed her smile (and her reluctance to look over at the burning bodies). Smiling back, he continued. "But it wasn't as bad as a lot of people seem to think. I mean, nobody was burned-" He gestured toward the pile. "-and, I mean, the guys who convicted everyone apologized shortly afterwards. It's just..."
He trailed off, sticking his hands in his pockets. "People were paranoid. They're always paranoid. And they've gotta blame things on something, right? They just...they just didn't know any better. They truly believed everyone who wronged them or looked at them weird was a witch, and when they discovered how wrong they were, they felt bad."
He wouldn't have defended them at all if they didn't feel guilt for what they had done, but as it was, he felt those men who murdered those "witches" actually did deserve forgiveness. They recognized their wrong-doings, and while hey couldn't fix it, well..."I just think anyone who feels sorry for what they've done and tries to make amends should be, you know...forgiven."
He felt the conversation was getting too serious for him. Clearing his throat, he said, "An-Anyway, we should get back now. They're almost fully burnt, and, like you said, wouldn't want that old man to throw a hissy fit."
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 28, 2013 18:16:47 GMT -5
Realizing it as a touchy subject, Czech allowed it to be put to rest not wanting to upset him...the two had already gone through a lot this crazy day and did not need anymore drama.
Nodding at his proposal to head back she followed after him all the while her eyes kept glancing at her blood stained clothes her nose crinkling in disgust wondering how the hell was she to clean this out?
She looked to America seeing he was no better with made her nose crinkle even more as it always did when she was about to get into one of her neatfreak bouts. Without even knowing it her hand closed tightly around her birthday gift making her hold it up to her face once more as a sweet smile touched her.
It was a small piece to help her remember her nation...to remember how it was and how she was going to make it ten times better than it was before. Turning her eyes onto America she proceeded to latch onto his arm as they walked ignoring the blood on his sleeve as she used that as well as her long hair to hide her tears in her eyes.
"Thank you America...for making my birthday special..."
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