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Post by Singapore on May 9, 2012 0:57:41 GMT -5
Drat. She had attracted too much attention already.
'What should I do?' she asked herself. 'WHAT SHOULD I DO???!!'
The pain in her finger hurt again and she hurriedly put it in her mouth. This was bad. A simple matter of trying to find a bandaid just became crime scene. She stared down at the knife, then at South Korea, and then to the two other nations; Lithuania and America.
"Um... I..." she stammered. What was she supposed to say?
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Post by Lithuania on May 9, 2012 11:44:59 GMT -5
"Have you cut yourself?" Lithuania tipped his head slightly and dropped the stabbed burger back onto the plate. He walked slowly towards the skittish Asian and reached for her hand. "If that's the case it's alright, you don't even wanna know how many times I got cuts when I first started doing stuff in the kitchen...and for a few..ha...years after."
...maybe I shouldn't have done that...I don't...I don't know her too well, what if she takes offense! Oh dear.
"I mean! I'm sorry." he dropped his hand and turned away slightly, seriously hoping he hadn't offended her by offering help.
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Post by America on May 9, 2012 19:58:24 GMT -5
America also wanted to run over there and fix Singapore all up and make her better (because then she would probably exclaim how heroic he was), but he had his burgers to cook. It's not like he could leave them! Besides, it was probably just a little cut, that's all. If it was anything to worry about, he would leave his burgers and aid her!
Also, Lithuania was already on that. Not that America wanted to give him the spotlight or anything, but...the burgers! Burgers first, sometimes, especially when America's belly wouldn't stop it with the rumbling. "If you guys need any help, you know who to call!" he told them, sending a bright smile their way. "I'm known around the world for making people feel better!"
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Post by Singapore on May 10, 2012 9:19:49 GMT -5
She couldn't hear what anyone was saying. She was trapped in a her own mind trying to find out what to say next.
"Um..." she stammered. Her mind was absolutely blank! She looked again at Sourh Korea, her finger, the other nations, the panda, the pumpkin...
IT WAS THE PUMPKIN!!!! The stupid pumpkin!!!! She didn't know why she was blaming the pumpkin for all this, but her grumpiness probably came from her hunger. Again, the taste of blood touched her tongue and she quickly took her finger out and examined it. Yep, still bleeding. She couldn't hide it now.
"I'm sorry, I cut myself." she said feebly. She felt herself cry a bit and then she broke.
"Wah!! I'm so paiseh, one!! I cannot do anything!! Why must always cause people trouble! Why am I like this?! How come I always like this?" she said a couple of singlish swears under her breath. She couldn't take this. She went down on her knees and buried her head in her hands as she shared her sobs to herself.
(Translation: 'paiseh' an adjective that means clumsy.)
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 10, 2012 12:36:15 GMT -5
....Korea was very, very unsure of what to do. Especially when it involved hysterical women. Singapore completely spazed out and started crying, Korea watched it happen. It was just a cut...Why did it cause so much...wailing? "Ah...It's just a cut...?" He said, stating the already-obvious, at least to him. Korea turned to the other nations in the room, wondering if they knew what to do with the-annoyed? Sad?-nation. "Ah! My offer for band-aids still is here, da~ze!" Korea clapped his hands together, knowing that if all else failed, he could go raid the warehouse for something useable. Because that would totally go over well with all the nations.
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Post by Lithuania on May 10, 2012 12:38:50 GMT -5
"You should probably take Korea up on his offer, best not to bleed all over the kitchen" Lithuania said, not unkindly.
He wandered back over to America and started stabbing burger butties again, thinking that South Korea could handle Singapore, he probably knew her better anyway.
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Post by America on May 10, 2012 20:21:44 GMT -5
Heroes always rescued women in distress. That was, like, rule number one in Hollywood. A hero just won't let a woman cry! No, a hero will go to her aid and do whatever he can to make sure she is perfectly well. Which was just what America decided to do. He quickly placed the finished burgers on his plate, muttering a quick, "Be right back," to Lithuania.
Throwing a grin to South Korea, he placed himself in front of Singapore, hoping that his abundance of charm and epicness would be enough to make her instantly feel better. Because he didn't know what he could use to wrap up her finger. He really didn't want to use their medical supplies for something as small as a cut, but he didn't want it to be left untreated, either. Well, if it came down to the worst, he supposed he could use a few paper towels and just tape them together or something.
"You okay?" he asked, completely forgetting his charm. Oh, snap. Well, maybe she wouldn't notice. Or she might mistake his casual manner for charm. Doubtful, but...possible.
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Post by Singapore on May 11, 2012 4:08:59 GMT -5
She looked up at America with her almost-red eyes. This wasn't the way she thought they would act. If she were in their shoes, she would've been annoyed at the clumsy nation. Why were they treating her so nicely? It was as if they cared or her. It had been so long since anyone had treated her this way. Not since a certain country abandoned her a few years ago.
She remembered those words ever since that day. When she became independent without wanting to. He simply abandoned her. Threw her aside. And fall into panic. It was then she learned that not everyone could be independent, and that she should take this opportunity. Slowly she grew into a fine nation. But look at her now! She was sitting on a kitchen floor with a bleeding finger and crying her heart out. She was acting like a kid all over again!
"I apologize for my recklessness." she said as smoothly as possible. But when crying, you tend to get hiccups. "It's just that... I didn't want anyone to worry about me or think of me the wrong way. So I... I tried to fix it by myself. Now I've made a bigger mess than there was."
She looked up at America again expecting to see the blonde nation's face, bit her imagination got the better of her.
"I'm sorry... Uncle Melayu."
(Translation: 'Melayu' is Malaysia in Malay.)
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Post by America on May 13, 2012 17:00:24 GMT -5
"No need to apologize!" America exclaimed brightly, grabbing the roll of paper towels that was laying nearby. "It's no biggie, really!" Other than the fact that they would know be behind on their hamburgers, he was cool with the whole thing. Besides, it gave him a chance to prove how heroic he was. Tearing a piece off the paper towel, America started wrapping it around the cut, adding more layers on when it bled through.
He thought about her words as he wrapped. What did she mean by 'fixing it herself' or people 'thinking of her the wrong way'? Maybe she was referring to something else. Especially since she called him 'Uncle Melayu', whoever that was. And, being the charismatic and obsessively polite man that he was, America decided to blurt out a question. "Uh, who's Melayu?"
Well, okay, maybe he should have asked in a bit...er, more polite manner. Still, he was busy and she was obviously mistaking him for someone else, so he felt as if his tone of voice was justified.
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Post by Singapore on May 15, 2012 3:19:14 GMT -5
She let America wrap her wounded finger. She didn't really want to say 'Uncle Melayu'! She was clearly hallucinating at that moment. Now what should she say to America. Obviously, an apology is needed. But should she explain about Uncle Melayu?
"Well..." she started. "Uncle Melayu is... is Malaysia..."
She thought on how to continue after that. Should she even continue?
"I was hallucinating just now. Don't bother. Just forget what I said!" she said timidly. Then she added something else, but a bit quieter. "Alamak..."
(Translation: alamak is a Malay word that is often used in Singapore when people are trying to say something like 'Omigosh', 'Oh no', or 'huh'.)
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Post by china on May 17, 2012 1:15:17 GMT -5
[[O.o I missed so much.]]
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Post by America on May 17, 2012 16:09:34 GMT -5
[[China!! Join right back in, it's cool! =D
"Hallucinating?" America finished off her makeshift bandage and looked at her, a bit confused. She hadn't lost that much blood, had she? Or maybe it was when she was freaking out (which he still didn't completely understand, actually). Whatever the case, that slightly worried him. What if she were to do that on the battlefield and-
He sighed. No, she wouldn't do that. Maybe. It still couldn't hurt to ask, though. "Why did you hallucinate? Was it 'cause of the cut?" Perhaps it was just the sole purpose that she didn't like blood. Which, again, wasn't good for them should she run into some zombies.
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Post by china on May 17, 2012 22:44:29 GMT -5
China busied himself to examine the cut from afar because personally getting into her space wasn't his skill. He found himself comforting when situations of pain arose. He would bind her lacerations but others had already rushed to get her wounds sealed.
"Hallucination, aru?" He said, washing his hands, "do you think it's a normal effect for you, aru? Or do you think the 殭屍 have something to do with this? ... If their disease was just ..." He stopped mid-way. Earning a quick water burn to the hands.
"Ayiah, this is just a theory, aru," he seemed to be full of theories today, "but what if the zombies have in them hallucinogens? That could lead us one step closer to the cause," he smack his fist into the palm of his hand. Eureka.
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Post by czech on May 18, 2012 5:51:59 GMT -5
Czech was in a hurry as she moved swiftly down the halls of the base. In her hands were another sewing project she had been working on...this one was for France, a lovely hand sewn pillow case with his flag over it as well as other things. She was now working on the blue parts of it...a warm and loveing glow coming over her as she worked at inhuman speed. Out of everyone here one could assume that she was the best semstress. Though working none stop made the small nation hungrier than a bear...She needed something and fast otherwise she'd faint...which was pretty soon. She rounded another corner, not taking her eyes off her work until a wonderful smell wafted towards her. It smelled like meat was cooking. She looked up and gave a wondering thought as she heard voices down in the kitchen. She was hesitant...she might of put on a brave face, but at heart she was really shy when it came to the other nations...she felt so...INFERIOR towards them all. "Should I go in?" She pondered taking a few cautious steps...not sure what was worse...fainting from hunger...or facing a few nations...
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Post by Singapore on May 18, 2012 10:18:33 GMT -5
'Hallucinating?' Singapore asked herself. 'Did I say that?'
"I'm sorry!" Singapore apologized again. "I meant that I stressed myself out."
That was the best answer she could think of at that moment. But she needed more. It was either she had to think up of lies or find something worthy of drawing their attention somewhere else. Her senses sharpened. Particularly her ears. And faintly, just faintly, she heard footsteps. She turned her head to the direction of the entrance of the kitchen. She was certain, someone was there.
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