Out of My Element (Everyone is Welcome!)

[Israel]

The nation of Israel was not one for cold climates. Odd as it might of seemed, the nation missed his desert climate, the scorching and unforgiving sun that would place itself right over your head, he even missed the sand that would constantly fill his boots with each walk he took. It seemed as though it were true; it was always the little things you took for granted that you missed most about home.

When fleeing his lands he took only four things. His rifle (that had gone through many casings of bullets on this trip), the large well sharped hunting knife kept securely in a sheath on his waist, the small pack that contained one lone white shirt and a few supplies, and his Star of David necklace. And that was all that he needed to be honest. No pictures were needed, no other clothing materials, just this was perfect for him.

Though right not he wished to have thought to bring a jacket of some sort, finding that the brisk air against his bare dark skin didn't feel all too comfortable. He however did not complain, knowing that he was fortunate to still be breathing what with the numerous Zombies that had attacked him on the way here. Which reminded him; He now checked his pockets seeing that he had but a few bullets left. He'd have to make them count. Plus he knew the small supplies were dwindling meaning he'd have to find where ever he was intending to find fast. Being exposed like this for too long could of ended with him becoming a snack for the undead.

He honestly hadn't a clue of where he was or what exactly was looking for. All he knew was that there was a base where other nations were staying and trying to figure out what to do about this walking undead business. Though it was far out of his element he decided to come, knowing that he could be used for something if given the chance.

Five minutes seemed to pass, his eyes glancing at every direction wondering where he was going, it wasn't like there were any instructions. Almost ready to give up, he turned another direction to walk in only to come to a pause. His dark, sharp eyes observed in silence blinking once, then twice trying to make sure he wasn't seeing a mirage much like he would in his home. Then again he wasn't in the desert so that seemed impossible. His heart was lifted once realizing he saw exactly what he was searching for, a home base.

In no time Isreal had made his way to the door of the base. Normally, people would just reach for the door and open it without delay and waltz right in. But in Israel's homeland, doing that without knocking usually got you shot. So very politely he rapped his knuckles against the door waiting for a moment hoping some nation would come to greet him.

[Egypt]

Egypt heard knocking. As he patrolled the halls of the Ware House, Gupta walked through the Commons room on his way to the kitchen for dinner. He paused to listen at the knocking sounded again. With his curved staff in hand, the Mediterranean Nation opened the front door quietly. Looking out he came face to face with the all to familiar face of Israel.
"Ah, Levi, It's nice to see you again. I'm glad you could make it here ok. Please, come on in."
The Mediterranean nation gestured with his staff for the smaller nation to enter.
"How have you been," Gupta chuckled softly."Cold by the looks of it."

[Israel]

In the back of his mind, Israel wasn't all too happy to see Egypt. The two of them weren't the closest of fiends having had a very weak peace treaty that was constantly being put through the ringer of politics and human rights. But never less it was a human face and he was glad to see one compared to that of the rotted flesh of a Zombie.  Slowly a smile touched his face a very sincere smile showing that he was in fact glad to see him before him. 

The slightly taller nation offered Levi the way into the home base. With that he  nodded his head respectfully to his senior nation before strolling in casually but with a small urgency showing that he was desperate to retreat into some place warmer than his current situation. 

"Yes thank you Gupta, it is very good to see you as well."

His sharp dark eyes observed the home base in silence taking in ever feature so to make sure he remembered it just in case he got a little turned around. From the looks of it they had a commons room, a sall medical facility and above her observed the bunks belonged no doubt to other nations. Upon seeing them a thought crossed his mind that made him turn suddenly towards his Senior.

"Gupta, what  nations have arrived? Are--are my brother and sister here? 

He was of course thinking about his little brother, Palestine and his sister, Syria. Though he did care about their safety (not that he'd ever let on) he was not in the mood to have a fight with them. Plus it would be good to see what capable nations had come to help with their common crisis. 

[Egypt]

Gupta's eyes softened, as he reached back into his memories of who has arived at the Ware House.
"Many people have come and gone but it is sad to say that your brother and sister have not arived yet." He looked up to the ceiling for a brief moment, thinking of the people who are still at he base. The quite nation then went into an uncommon ramble.
"England and America are here along with Russia, Prussia, Czech Republic, North Italy, France, Denmark, Scottland, Spain, Belarus, Lithuania, China, Japan, Malasyia, Seychelles, Singapore, Turkey, and a few others. Although, most of them have not been around in awhile and have been off doing other things." (#OOC: Most of the people got dropped after the last activity check.) The Mediterranean nation looked up to the bunks thoughtfully, then looked back to Israel. "For instance, you and I are the only two active Medics at the moment, all of the others have gone quiet." He shook his head, as if to shoo off the thought. Blinking softly a small grin spread across his tanned lips. "But let us push that thought out of our minds, You are probably tired and still need to check in with England, who is incharge around here by the way." He guided the smaller nation to one of the few tables that stood in the foyer. A log book sat in the middle of the table with a pen. "I though about this system a few days ago to help England keep track of who is still active at the Base. All you need to do is sign your title in one of the boxes and put the rought time of your arival."

[Hopefully England or America will join in on this thread at some point]

[Israel]

Three names stood out from all the rest. The two male nations known as Turkey and America were friends of Levi's for a very long time and were  `very important allies. Turkey was like a brother to him, standing by him through his hardships and offering him a shoulder to cry on when he needed it (not that he ever did!) America was much like a brother to him as well, always there to support and defend him when he most needed it and felt the freedom to laugh with the nation, a luxury he did not get often.

The other name that stood out was that of Czech Republic. The woman that was one of his most loyal of allies as well as one of the most beautiful. When he thought of her his heart seemed to flutter just slightly. It had been a long while since he had seen her and her sweet smiling face and lovely blue eyes that always seemed to shine in gaiety. It had been so long since he attempted to win her heart as he always did when he was with her. He really couldn't help himself, she was quite a woman.

"Czech Republic is here?" He tried to sound coy yet the small hint of blush on his face gave it away right off the bat of why he was asking about her. Shaking his head of such thoughts he turned his gaze onto the book before him seeing different names and different times and dates were logged in, in many different hand writings, some of them were even just scribbles. Reaching down to the nearby pen he touched the tip with his tongue and signed his name down, the date and what he supposed was the time. When done he set the pen down and flashed a quick grin to Gupta. 

"So, where is England? I should very much like to speak with him and let him know I'm here."

[America]

America hadn't meant to be out and about. He had meant to be cleaning up the kitchen some. No patrol and next to no paperwork made him a very available man, and that availability was put to "good" use cleaning the kitchens (though, in all honesty, America had no idea why they should worry about cleaning the kitchen when there were zombies to destroy).

However, instead of doing what he was supposed to be doing, he decided to investigate the voices from the common room instead. After all, one of those sounded very much familiar. So he put down the cleaning supplies and quickly made his way to the other room, where he was met with the sight of a country he had long been friends with.

"Israel?" His face lit up in a grin and he quickly darted over to gather the smaller nation in a hug. "Oh, man, it's seriously awesome to see you! How long has it been now? God, I've been stuck here for, like, ever and everyone keeps making me clean." He snorted and drew back, patting Israel's shoulder. "Now you can clean for me! Did you have a safe journey? Got any more weapons with you? How you feeling?"

[Israel]

"Israel?"

once hearing that oh so familiar voice call his name he looked up to greet them only to be beaten to the punch as a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around him to lift him from the ground suddenly. He grunted in surprise looking genuinely surprised but only for a moment before his face broke into a full out grin.

"America!" Once he was set down again he followed America's movements and patted the taller nation's shoulders as well the large happy grin never leaving his face. "Its wonderful to see you again my friend!" He laughed when an onslaught of questions were placed upon him trying his best to keep up with it all almost forgetting how hyper his American companion could be. Almost.

"I had a hazardous journey, Zombies seemed to be attacking every second they could...even with my training I had a hard time keep track of where they were all coming from!" Most would have just said something along the lines of 'Oh it was fine' or 'It ran very smoothly' but not Levi; he was far too blunt too sugar coat anything, thinking of it almost like lying. And he was no lier.

"But it was nothing I couldn't handle..." He stated modestly with a gentle smile. "So." He clapped his hands together to show he was ready to change the subject. "How have you been my friend? Eating right I hope?"

[England]

England was not in a peachy mood. He had come back from a run the night before, hadn't gotten restful sleep, was awaken by a nightmare, couldn't get back to sleep, decided to plan the next month's budget instead, and ended up missing breakfast. In the hopes of bringing some kind of life to his morning, he made his way to the shower area past the bathroom stalls, looking for his lover, who had been assigned to cleaning duty. When America was nowhere to be found, England got a little disappointed, which translated in his tired mind as frustrated.

And when he noticed the prominent soap stains on the tiled walls of the shower stall he was looking in, something blew inside of him. Of course, if it were anybody else than America, he would have sighed and grumbled to himself. But as his boyfriend, he had some kind of honourary right to harp at America for everything, including soap stains in the shower.

Marching right out of the shower area, he exited into the main section of the warehouse and very quickly spotted America, who was talking to some people. Not really paying attention to the others, he stomped towards his lover.

"America, god damn it, there are still soap stains in the shower stalls!" he yelled out, walking right over and grabbing one of America's ears. "Really now, what the hell have you been doing?"

[America]

Listening with a grim expression as Israel told of the zombie troubles, America couldn't help but feel bad. Maybe if he had gotten wind of Israel's coming, he would have gone out to help. He could have prevented his friend from warding off other countless zombies by himself. As it was, though, that was something he couldn't exactly change, so he knew better than to dwell on it for too long.

"Eating good? Nah, England keeps us all 'rationed'." America said the last words with much distaste, screwing his nose up. "So, like, I only get, you know, a small portion. I mean, sure it's war and all, but come on! I'm a growing man; I need my food, you know." He crossed his arms over his chest, putting on a quick pout before smirking once more. "But, if you ask me, I think he does a pretty good job of running the warehouse. I mean, I still get hamburgers every so often, so-"

It was then that he heard England's voice. Under normal circumstances, he would have been quite pleased. This, however, wasn't a normal circumstance. This was a matter of life and life-with-a-pissy-boyfriend. He wasn't willing to live through the latter. Before he could do anything about it, though, his ear was grabbed by said pissy boyfriend.

"O-Ow, hey, watch it!" he exclaimed, face screwing up in both surprise and pain (though it was more of pain from surprise). "I was cleaning the kitchen, I swear! God, clean your own soap stains, if you care so much!"

[Czech Republic]

"San Marino? San Marino?" Poking her head into the meeting room, Czech Republic gave a rather dejected sigh once seeing the micronation was no where in sight. A rather annoyed sigh left Czech while running her fingers through her long red hair with long strokes in hopes it would calm her down. It seemed that ever since she taught her little apprentice the art of stealth, the the little Italian girl was always dissapearing to delibrately cause her mentor headaches! Today was suppose to be day of chores which of course resulted in a drawn out game of hide and seek for Czech who was having no luck in finding the little rascal.

Leaving the Meeting Room after giving it one final look through just to be safe, she made her way into the commons to try and clear her head. While entering her eyes saw that three people stood by the log book talking up a storm. Two she reconized as everyday faces belonging to her three very close and dear friends, Egypt, England and America. Once her eyes locked onto the American they brightened up light sunshine. If anyone could help her find San Marino he was just the person for the job! Clearing her throat as politely as possible she started walking towards them while smiling, showing only a little of her desparation.

"America! Have you seen San Marino? I've been searching for her all morning and I can't seem to find her anywhere! You know how she is when it come to chor--" Pausing she saw that England was currently pulling on America's ear. No doubt from another lover's quarrel. She shook her head in her head while also giving a smile to them. She loved them both but they sure could be idiots!

Her eyes turned onto that of a new arrival her head tilting so that she could get a better look at him past America actually rather curious to see who had joined them in their happy little home base. Once her eyes caught sight of who he was, her big blue eyes widened in suprised then brightened up as bright as the sunshine.

"ISRAEL!"

Running at him full speed, she suddenly grabbed the younger nation up in a tight hug squeezing him nearly to death it seemed while grinning from ear to ear. "I've missed you SO much! How have you been? Are you all right? How is your nation?" She really didn't mean to assult him with so many questions all at once, it was just that she was so excited to see him after all this time!

[Israel]

Smiling all the while, Israel's eyes seemed to be laughing not really at his friend but more with him. He didn't know why, but the American was always the best at bringing out his own energetic and childih side! He was about to respond, about to ask if he could perhaps see England for himself to speak with him about offering his services here. However, it seemed like just saying his name summoned the English gentleman right to them. Well scratch the gentleman part once he found his friend's ear pulled and was currently being scolded like a little boy. He was ready and willing to offer assistance to America but found himself preoccupied with other matters as a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, hoisted him up suddenly then placed him down while trying to process what had happened. When looking down his eyes widened.

It was her. Czech Republic, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. None of his women could hold a candle to such delicate features or such sweetness as she did which was why he found her even more alluring. And having not seen her in the longest time made her look even more stunning in his eyes. His face blushed for only one moment before his face broke into yet another smile.

"Czechia!" He cried with delight as his hands cupped her face in his hands. Without a single warning his lips pressed againsts her's, kissing her gently yet firmly in a manner that seemed reserved between two lovers rather than two friends. Some would have found this both offensive and innapropiate. Levi found it to be perfectly normal and straightforward. After all why should he restrain his feelings? They were as pure as the new fallen snow.

Pulling back he flashed a smile that could of made any woman faint.

"You look as beautiful as ever my fair rose..."

[England]

"I'll have you know that you are on cleaning duty and that means everywhere," England lowered his voice as not to bother the others, whom he'd noticed, but figured he'd address after he'd finished scolding his unfortunate boyfriend. "What the hell have you been doing in the long hours where I've been hitting my head on my desk? I was in there for ages and chores started after breakfast. I didn't even get breakfast and so your cleaning job in the showers offend me so very much, so if you would kindly take care of the soap in the showers, it would be nice, thank you."

Letting America's ear go, England suddenly felt a lot better, and momentarily considered apologizing for letting him use him as an outlet for his early-morning sleepless frustration. He knew that America knew better and would forgive him, though, so he crossed his arms and faced the newcomer.

"Good morning to all of you, pardon my appearance," he apologized first to the present nations, and then turned to Israel, nodding in acknowledgment. "Welcome to our humble abode, Israel. I see you have no trouble adapting." His eyes fell on the kiss-inflicted blush on his cheeks. "Do hope you can make yourself at home as best as you can."

[America]

America gritted his teeth as he listened to England's continuing lecture. Oh, but of course he'd mention the showers. America was being slower than usual in his cleaning today, and since Israel had showed up, he had all but dropped his chores in favor of catching up with old friends. Of course, there was no way he'd be able to say that and expect to get away with it. Even for his boyfriend, England was a stick-in-the-mud, and he probably wouldn't understand prioritizing catching up with other nations over cleaning yucky soap stains off a wall. Or, wherever the soap stains were.

Once his ear was released, he huffed and pulled back, glaring down at England and crossing his arms over his chest. However, before he could begin to complain, a wicked grin came across his face, and he raised his eyebrows. "I'd rather you take care of the soap in the shower," he said, trying to keep his voice low so the others couldn't hear him. "I'll be right behind you the entire time. You know. Moral support and shit. Might make you less grumpy."

He hummed as he looked back over at Czech, ready to greet her, but before he could, Israel suddenly ran at her with a kiss. America's eyes widened and he couldn't help but blink in shock. "Well," he said, giving a nervous smile. "You two know each other? And pretty darn good, from the looks of it, huh?"

[Czech Republic]

A look of pure terror and shock touched Czech's eyes as they widened as much as they could while the soft lips were pressed against her own. She couldn't believe he caught her off guard like this! It seemed as though every time she came across the nation he attempted to kiss her much like this as a way of showing his love for her. Over time, she managed to slip out of his grasps and effectively avoid his lips but it seemed she was a tad distracted during this encounter. 

Czech blinked once, bringing her back to her senses and could feel the other's eyes on her. A hot and cold flash went through her, embarrassment not even coming close to what she felt at this moment and time. At last she decided enough was enough and responded by pressing her hands firmly against Israel's chest and pushed him off as gently as she could which didn't seem like much for he flew back into Egypt.

"LEVI CHERTOK!" She used his human name just to show how serious she was while her face started turning the darkest shade of red from both anger and embarrassment. Oh he should of counted himself lucky that her second personality was locked up safely or else he might have been dead by now! 

"How many times have I told you not to do that!?" She yelled sounding much like a mother who was scolding her children for breaking her rules. "I told you to never kiss me like that again! It's improper for a man to do so when they aren't courting a woman before hand!" (she was only a little old fashioned). Huffing she crossed her arms and turned away from Israel while trying her best to calm her blush down. 

She didn't mean to snap like she did, she really didn't it was just that she wasn't used to someone showing their full blown affections for her then placing them on her in front of three other nations she knew and lived with!                                                  

[Israel]

Before Israel could even pull back he found he was pushed away from Czech with such force that he found himself stopped as his back hit Egypt's back. He looked up in surprise only to meet with her red face and her blue eyes flashing in what appeared to be rage. He swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat when he saw that look. If he knew one thing it was very much unwise to anger the female nation and from the looks of it he accomplished it without fail.

He didn't mean to anger her, far from it. It was just the way he was...when he felt an impulse to do something he felt the need to fullfile it and that included giving a kiss to his crush. But of corse he didn't consider the consquences such as now. He flinched when she yelled at him almost expecting her to slap him in the face like she had the first few times he attempted to kiss her during the first developments of his affections for her. Instead he got something that felt worst, a verbal slap in the face. 

Raising his hands up as though to defend himself, the look of desparation was very apparent in his eyes not wanting to invoke anymore of her anger knowing for one that he didn't want to see her upset any longer and for another he knew very well about that second side to her that would prove to be murderous if crossed. Again, he was in no mood to be killed today.

"I--I'm sorry Czechia! I didn't mean to upset you I promise! P---please don't be angry!"  

His eyes fell onto his fellow male nations, begging for some assistance from anyone!