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Post by America on Feb 27, 2013 19:30:02 GMT -5
Duties? America blinked at her, confused, then rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot," he reprimanded. "You're gonna go to bed, and that's that." He wasn't going to have her up all night working through a cold. That was just ridiculous. If it had been anyone else in this situation, America would have demanded the same thing of them. This was his way of playing he hero and making sure everyone in the warehouse was safe, especially the ones closest to him.
He noticed her trying to get up, and after moving his jacket away, he reached over to help her. Before he was able to lay so much as a finger on her, however, she was suddenly dragged back down underwater. America could only catch the look of unadulterated horror before she was gone once more.
His heart pounded in his chest, and he stared in bemusement before finally getting back to his senses. "Shit, shit, shit!" he cursed, trying his hardest to catch a glimpse of what had dragged Czech. When he saw more than one figure in the water, he instantly knew what had happened. More curses escaped his mouth, and he glanced back to his rifle. No, that wouldn't work. The gun would be absolutely pointless in the water, and it wouldn't do a thing from where he was.
But his knife.
Acting on impulse, America fumbled around for a few seconds before managing to take off his boots, then his shirt, and, finally, his glasses. The rational part of his mind told him that it would do no good to get more clothing articles wet than he needed to. He grabbed for his knife, then ducked into the water, instantly wanting warmth, because he wasn't fond of taking dips in icy, cold lakes. He did keep one hand up on the ice, knowing he would need to break to the surface right after discovering where Czech was.
Either fortunately or unfortunately, the zombies he was seemed more interested in the one dragging her below. His head shot up for a gasp of breath and he took deep breaths. "Plan, plan, think of a plan," he whispered to himself.
And he came up with nothing except kill the zombies.
With that, he went down again, taking his chances and letting go of the ice.
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Post by Czech Republic on Feb 27, 2013 22:28:31 GMT -5
When Czech was pulled under the water again it didn't take long to adjust to it. It wasn't like she had much of a choice, if she was to hesitate it coul really mean trouble for her. Her eyes turned to what was dragging her down as her eyes widen in shock.
A Zombie. A Zombie was underwater.
So thats where those bubbles came from, and thats why she had been feeling strange this whole time; what was in the lake wasn't natural after all. An event such as this would have required some processing but unfortunantly the female nation hadn't that luxery seeing how it was planning on dragging her down to be a meal. Over her dead body so to speak.
Giving a great pull she found her ankle was pulled from the grasp of the undead leaving a few scratches but that was nothing to worry over, she had to worry about the teeth that would soon be coming at her. Her fighting instincts had taken over, as soon as it lunged for her she reached a hand out and with her immense strength grabbed it tightly around the neck, her tiny hands managing to keep it somewhat still while she cocked a fist back and punched it dead on.
The hit had been slowed down due to being underwater but with her strength it provided enough to send it backwards and away from her person, long enough to get away. Some thing however caught her eyes as they reluctantly glanced below. What she saw was right of a nightmare, more Zombies were at the bottom sensing the heat knowing it very well as the call for 'feeding time'.
Somehow these Zombies had foolishly fallen into the water, no doubt in search of prey only to find themselves falling into the deepest point of the Lake. All it would of taken was for them to clumsily swim back up but as fate would have it, Winter had reered its head and created a thick layer of ice imprisoning them here for the whole season where they remained completely dormant. However the falling of Czech triggered them to wake up again this time with a whole new riggor much to the nation's dismay who hoped them to be slower because of the cold water. It seemed as though luck was never on Czech's side.
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Post by America on Feb 28, 2013 9:18:24 GMT -5
America swam towards the struggle, knife clutched tightly in his hand. It wouldn't be a very bright idea if he dropped it; there was no way he could face a zombie with no weapon. Not while underwater, at least. As strong as he was, the water acted as somewhat of a shield, slowing down whatever punches he would throw and providing protection for the zombies. No, the knife he had in his hand was his best chance.
Luckily, it seemed Czech was able to get away by herself, and as America swam nearer to her, he noticed the zombies below them. They were starting to awaken, starting to rear their ugly heads. America suddenly realized that they were about to come closer. He didn't even know zombies could swim, but they started moving their legs as if walking, and America felt fear grip his heart. If they all attacked now, he was helpless. Czech was helpless. If he couldn't get them both up in time, the least they would escape with would be a few zombie bites. At most...well, none of the other nations would see them again.
Determined not to go down like this, America pushed forward as quickly as possible and grabbed hold of Czech's wrist, tugging her arm upwards to try and get her to understand to swim up, swim fast.
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Post by Czech Republic on Feb 28, 2013 15:52:31 GMT -5
Czech's line of thought was broken when someone had suddenly grabbed her wrist. She turned ready to kick off them but found that it was America. She gave a genuinely surprised look having been so distracted earlier that she hadn't even realized he had jumped in after her. She looked at him then looked up at her wrist as he yanked it above her head pointing towards the surface and understood perfectly what he was trying to tell her.
She wasted no time as her hands reached back and unhooked her skirt letting it fall as she revieled herself in her spare undergarments. If she was to swim as fast as she could she'd need that extra weight gone. Her eyes now gave a look to America that told him that he had better be behind her when she swam up. If not she'd probably of said something along the lines that if he died she'd drag his ass back up from hell and kill him again!
At that she nodded then began swimming moving noticably faster than she had before her legs kicking, and her arms moving to make her go faster not even daring to look back knowing it would just slow her down. Though she found that even that was hard...for her big sister instincts kicked in wanted to be make sure America was alright.
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Post by America on Feb 28, 2013 22:03:22 GMT -5
Once America was sure that Czech was safe and swimming to the surface, he began following close behind, refusing to look back. Looking back meant slowing down, and slowing down meant a great chance for zombies to grab at him. Sure, he had a knife, but a knife would only get him so far when fighting a mass abundance of zombies underwater. It would be far better to just swim. Besides that, his lungs were burning. He hadn't realized it before, as he was too focused on the heroics, but now he needed air, and nothing but.
So he stuck the knife between his teeth and continued to kick upwards, eyes only on the surface above. He would have to move the both of them off the ice as quick as possible. Firstly, there were zombies everywhere, and secondly, the ice could break and melt at any minute, especially what with the damage he and Czech had done to it.
[[short post is short- but since he's behind her, he can't get to the surface until she does.]]
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Post by Czech Republic on Feb 28, 2013 22:51:05 GMT -5
Before she knew it, Czech had her head up from the water once more taking in the sweet air as she did grateful for the chance to finally breathe again. She gulped it her chest heaving up and down up and down but had no time to linger as she haled herself on the ice, slipping a few times due to her shivering but none the less managed to make up top at last.
She praised a god (if there was one) out there that they aloud her to get on semi solid ground as opposed to the watery grave that would of met her before if she had not acted fast. Her body shook uncontrollably, a good sign that her body was still producing heat but she could not allow herself to be stopped just yet. America had not surfaced yet and that terrifyed her to no end. She approached the whole looking down trying to see him ready to help him if--when he came up. America was a young and very strong man he could make it. He had to!
"Come on America, come on!"
[lolz mine's short too ;D ]
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Post by America on Mar 1, 2013 10:59:42 GMT -5
America would have given a sigh of relief when he saw Czech break surface if he could breathe. As it was, though, he felt like he was about to suffocate. He pushed harder, thankful that zombies were slow, until he felt the cold air of the above world reach his face. He took in a lungful of air, then pushed Czech up fully onto the ice so that he could get some room. He'd apologize for pushing her later, but he just wanted to breathe.
After a few seconds, he pulled himself up the rest of the way, standing on wobbling legs. "Off the ice," he coughed, grabbing everything he had dropped in his haste to save Czech. "Ju-Just in case." Once he had everything in his hands, he ushered her over to the bank, panting all the while. Ice cold swims always made him exhausted, and now that the adrenaline was wearing off, he was desiring nothing more than a bed.
Once they both reached the end of the ice, he plopped right down on the ground, running his fingers through his wet hair and still trying to catch his breath. "Once I'm able to talk again," he growled. "I'm gonna fuss at you."
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Post by Czech Republic on Mar 1, 2013 12:16:02 GMT -5
Relief washed over Czech once seeing America emerge from the hole thankful that it was him and not one of the hungry Zombies. The broad smile that touched her face was soon removed when she was pushed aside by America’s strong hand. Her adrenaline helped her not to mind it watching him get out of the water breathing hard shaking just as much as she was from the icy cold swim they both had. She would of voiced her joy to see him alive yet found that she too was struggling to breathe like she had just ran three marathons at once. Nearly drowning and killed by Zombies would do that to you.
Her head perked up seeing him gathering his things so distracted she almost missed his advice. She complied to them heading quickly for the bank not minding when she felt like she was almost slipping. When her bare feet finally touched the prickly grass and dirt she stopped in her tracks. Giving a great heaving sigh she plopped down on the ground right next to America but went further as she aloud her back to rest against the nice solid earth. She did not want ot see another frozen lake in a long time…hell she probably would keep the thought of ice hockey out of her head for a year!
Hearing America’s intentions to fuss at her she gave a weak laugh and turned her head towards him looking up, watching his fingers brush his hair while she shook her dizzy head. Yet she knew that she did deserve whatever he had to scold at her so it was only fair to let him vent it out.
“Alright...you do that America...”
She gave a small cough then a sneeze showing that she already had the symptoms to a cold. ”But before you fuss at me, could you please pass me my scarf?” She attempted to reach over his legs to where her blue scarf was laying just to show that she couldn’t reach it and also how much she wanted it back. Her neck felt very empty and cold without it wrapped securely around it.
Her eyes now turned up to the cloudy sky above them her head still so dizzy, her body still shaking. "I wonder what England is going to say about this..." She pondered outloud, wondering how her British friend was going to react when hearing that they both went into a frozen lake and found Zombies inhabiting the waters. The look of both anger and the probable shock would be simply priceless. So priceless she gave a quiet snicker at the very thought.
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Post by America on Mar 1, 2013 16:39:01 GMT -5
America quickly obliged and passed Czech her scarf. He waited a few extra minutes before pulling his shirt back on, thankful for the small amount of warmth it provided him. Obviously, it wasn't enough to ward off the shivers that continued to control his body, but at least it made him feel more protected. He crossed his arms over his chest, gritting his teeth, and using his foot to push his jacket towards Czech. "Put that on, too," he ordered, giving her a look that clearly stated, Don't you dare argue with me.
Pretty sure she got the message, he turned his eyes back towards the water, keeping an alert gaze out for zombies. He knew it was highly unlikely that they would be coming up so soon, but he was sure that once the ice melted, they'd walk straight up to the banks, and then all of the nations would have a brand new problem to deal with.
He sighed and shook his head, simply imaging all the things England would have to say about their situation. "Gosh, he's gonna be complaining so much," he muttered. "But it's your fault, so I'm just gonna stuff the blame on you." He suddenly snorted, then his face broke into a smile. He started laughing, and laid down next to Czech, a hand strewn across his eyes as he laughed.
"Do you ever think that, maybe, if England gets mad enough, his eyebrows will just take over his face?" he asked between chuckles, biting at his lip so as to not full out laugh.
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Post by Czech Republic on Mar 1, 2013 18:44:00 GMT -5
She took her scarf happily quickly wrapping it around her neck in her usual fashion despite her shaky hands immediately feeling warmth radiate her neck filling her with so much more comfort now that it was back right where it belonged. She sat up when the jacket was nudged towards her. Turning to object she saw a look in his eyes that forced her pause completely very much shocked at the intensity that his usually bright eyes held. And so she did as he had ordered her to and put it right on though seemed very reluctant to do so. Heat was instantly brought back her pale skin which for someone in a soaking wet blouse and pants was a blessing but she still could not help feel a little guilty when she looked over to America seeing him trembling while trying to control his teeth chattering. He layed back like she had before and followed smiling when she saw that she managed to bring a smile to his face as well.
When he said he was going to put the blame on her she reached over and punched him playfully. "You little brat..." Shaking her head a broad smile spread right on her lips. "But I suppose I do deserve it..." She muttered quietly while giggling to herself. "Besides...if England get too mad I'll just use my famous pout...he could never resist it even as kids..." Laughter left her lips at America's question finding unable to stop until she started coughing. "Oh my, that is priceless...no I haven't thought of that...but when I was little I use to tease him about his eyebrows...he'd get so mad that he'd make the most priceless angry face that made me laugh so hard that he'd get even more angry! France and I both agreed that he looked like a tomato with eyebrows that was about to explode!"
Allowing the laughter to subside she sat up suddenly and took off the jacket and handed it back to America. It was her turn now to give a look, one that showed pure defiance. "I'm an adult America." She said before he could even open his mouth. "I'll make my own decisions thank you. Now you put that on right now young man." She grinned liking how she was acting like a mother. "We can't have our resident hero getting sick on us now can we?" Her arms pressed against her chest now looking towards the two holes that were made in the ice and sighed shaking her head while cursing in Czech.
"Sorry America...it seems like am just bad luck..."
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Post by America on Mar 1, 2013 23:24:47 GMT -5
America nodded, finally having to bring up a hand to hide his laughter. "Oh my god, a tomato with eyebrows." He snorted at the mental image, wondering if that's how England would look when they showed up at the warehouse. If that were to be the case, he didn't think he'd be able to keep his cool. He and Czech would both probably be reprimanded even more so for laughing it off.
America hoped England would forgive him quickly, because he was so going to laugh.
When Czech sat up, however, his laughter died down and he stared at her, then down at his jacket. "I'm not gonna get sick. I'm bigger than you, which means I can hold in more body heat. Besides, I'm an adult, too, and I'm saying that you need to wear this." He pushed it back in her lap, frowning. "You're the one that was in there for longer, anyway. Look, I can handle the cold." To hide his goosebumps, he crossed his arms over his chest, stubbornly glaring at her. "I'm not gonna wear it, so you might actually wear it so that it doesn't go to waste."
He followed her gaze to the broken ice as he, too, sat up, bringing his knees up closer to him. "Nah, you're not bad luck. You just acted like an idiot for once, and boom." He rolled his eyes, then nudged at her. "You're fine. I'm still gonna fuss at you later, if England doesn't do it himself."
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Post by Czech Republic on Mar 1, 2013 23:58:58 GMT -5
It felt exceedingly good to laugh at this. She found laughing far better than sulking any day of the weak. Like the optimist that she was she chose not to focus on the negatives in this situations and rather just focus on the positives. Like the fact that she and America were alive. That was something to be happy for...
"My twin, Slovakia is going to kill me when he find out about this." Though her brother was the younger of the two of them, Slovakia still took on the role of a overly protective brother. She figured he was trying to pay her back for protecting him during the years of war. Letting it sink in she perked up. "Then he'll probably try to kill you..." She said bluntly blinking once knowing how Slovakia could be when he got angry.
The conserns for America as well as her Twin's health was soon interupted when America placed the jacket back on her lap. Her eyes looked up matching his glare and crossing her arms as well. A strong headed woman like her never gave up without a fight even if it was redudced to just a simple stare down. However in the end she ended up losing as she begrudgingly placed on the jacket sticking her tongue out at America in a very immature way though did not seem to mind.
Her eyes returned to the lake looking very disatsified and defeated and wanting to hide it used her scarf to cover her face up to her nose just so she couldn't give America the satsifaction or the fuel to his fire. Hearing of being fussed at she smiled closing her eyes as she took a moment to think that over.
"Oh and just so you know I'm not going to bed..."
Her gaze turned onto him while giving a small cocky smile. "I don't care what you or England say. Tonight I need to give a lesson to San Marino." This was very true having been training the little nation who wanted to be a Scout like her (which was good seeing how there were only three of them including herself). Though she wasn't sure if she was the best choice for the job as of now, now that her ego was slightly bruised.
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Post by America on Mar 2, 2013 0:45:15 GMT -5
"Mm, he's gonna try to kill me," America muttered. "He won't get anywhere, trust me on that." Many countries had tried to kill him in the past, on a personal level, but none of them had succeeded. America wasn't modest; he would never deny or hide his strength. He knew he could pack quite a punch, and he was prepared to show it to any nation that needed a demonstration. Even if this nation was Czech's brother - twin, even -, America wasn't going to have any quarrel in defending himself.
He smirked when she put the jacket on, knowing he had won the mental debate they were having with each other. He honestly didn't need the jacket just yet, anyway. Once they got back to the warehouse, of course, he'd take possession of it again, but for now, it made him feel much better knowing that he was able to keep his best friend warm with his own sacrifices. That was heroic.
"You are going to bed," he growled, standing up on wobbly legs. "I will tell England the whole fucking story, you know. He's gonna agree with me on it, and since he's the leader of the warehouse, you are under his orders." America raised his eyebrows. "San Marino can wait an extra day. You're not going anywhere." Nope, they were stuck in such a godforsaken place until the whole zombie problem was properly worked out. "Besides, how would she like to hear that her mentor was an idiot and nearly got eaten by zombies just because she went and fell through the ice that America told her was unsafe, hm?"
He was playing weaknesses against her, but he didn't care, so long as he got his point across.
"Once we get home, shower and bed, and I'm not gonna hear any arguments, or I'm telling."
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