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Post by Lithuania on Mar 15, 2012 16:36:04 GMT -5
Lithuania smiled lightly as he glanced over at the others working. It was nice...quiet and peaceful...yes it was work and it wasn't exactly relaxing...but it was a change.
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Post by [x] Prussia on Mar 15, 2012 21:55:41 GMT -5
Prussia snickered at America's pluck. "You're quite self-assured, aren't you!" he said, more of a statement than a question. He liked that- confidence was an important trait, as long as the other didn't think himself more Awesome than Prussia. Because, well, no one was. "Actually, I think it's thanks to the Awesome Me that we'll get done!"
He grinned at the younger nation, determined to make it a competition now. He was pretty confident in his cleaning skills. "We'll see who wins!" He quickly finished off the door hinge, leaving it gleaming silver without a trace of rust. With quite a bit of effort, he began to scrub at the next one.
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Post by America on Mar 17, 2012 13:26:43 GMT -5
Quickly grabbing his spray and handful of paper towels, America also switched pipes, returning the grin. "I know we'll get done, thanks to myself." He knew he would do the majority of the work. He had heard from various countries that Prussia was just a lazy bum who lived down in Germany's basement. From the way the ex-nation acted, he was pretty certain it was true. Therefore, I probably win by default, he thought proudly to himself, scrubbing as hard as he could, while still being careful enough not to break any pipes.
It was probably the whole competition-thing that was getting him in the mood to clean as much as he could, as quickly as he could. There was no way in hell he was just going to let Prussia slip away with the title of 'Best Cleaner'. No, he most certainly deserved that title, more than anyone.
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Post by Lithuania on Mar 17, 2012 14:29:10 GMT -5
I think we have a race on our hands Lithuania smirked as he saw the furious scrubbings of Prussia and America. Either they were just racing amoung themselves or they had forgotten the kinds of things he had spent the last few hundred years doing.
Cleaning. Lithuania was pretty adept at it by now, and you would have been amazed by the amount of rusty pipes in Russia's house. And frozen ones as well.
But he didn't say anything, no doubt if he did, and was included in the race, several pipes and joints would end up broken in the other Nations' rushed attempts at 'winning'
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Post by Scotland on Mar 18, 2012 13:11:47 GMT -5
Scotland entered the kitchen, his jacket, shirt and sword sheath in his teeth, sword in one hand, and a large mangled animal corpse in the other hand. He looked around at the people scattered through the area, cleaning? Well, someone had to do it, he supposed.
He glanced back behind him at the crumbles of dried mud that had fallen off his boots, promptly disassociated himself with them (wern't me) and then tried to identify Spain. Not seeing him, Scotland bypassed everyone else to dump the beast in the sink with a loud thud against the metal sides. The mutated beast is about the size of a large dog, has no head nor feet, but still has leg stubs and a tail attached. Though it doesn't smell very pleasant, at least it is no longer bleeding. His sword is covered in blood dried and turned dark in color.
One hand finally free, Scotland pulled his clothes out of his mouth and slung them onto his shoulder before asking the room: "who wants tae clean dinner?"
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Post by [x] Prussia on Mar 18, 2012 14:33:21 GMT -5
Seeing that America was quickly catching up with him, Prussia began to polish the rusted metal even more furiously. Soon, his paper towel was nothing more than damp, stained shreds. "Damn," he muttered, hurrying over to where Lithuania was hoarding the roll and snatching it. Clearly, the Baltic nation was also in on the race, if the speed- and unfortunately the skill- he was scrubbing the pipes with was anything to go on. His brow furrowed in determination. Losing to the others was not an option! He'd soon make them bow down to his Awesome prowess.
Prussia's thoughts were interrupted by the heavy clanking of boots against the floor and the putrid stench of death that suddenly filled the room. Spinning around, he watched as a Nation with flaming red hair- Scotland, it had to be- carried a headless, limbless animal corpse into the kitchen. The fur was stained with blood, and the lower body was smeared with dirt from where it had been presumably dragged a good distance back to the Warehouse.
Forgetting about the competition he was currently engaged in, he stared on in morbid curiosity as the Scot deposited the carcass in the sink. "The fuck is that thing?" he asked, slightly amused.
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Post by Lithuania on Mar 18, 2012 14:34:26 GMT -5
Lithuania didn't look up as Scotland entered, although he did when he heard the thump of something rather large hitting the newly cleaned sink.
"Wow. That thing looks wierd..." He remarked. "...Uh I could give it a go, but I'm cleaning pipes here...and I have no idea what to do with something like that, maybe go get uh....France....maybe...sorry. Sorry."
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Post by America on Mar 18, 2012 14:44:57 GMT -5
Accompanied with a large dosage of self-confidence, America fell into an easy pattern. Spray, scrub, spray, scrub, spray, scrub. He would have these pipes cleaned in no time whatsoever, with the added bonus of kicking Prussia's 'awesome' ass into next week. Let him just try calling himself awesome once more, he thought proudly, switching out paper towels (and feeling relieved that Lithuania had given him enough). Everyone will see who is truly the awesome one once we're all done cleaning.
He wasn't anticipating Scotland stopping by, though, and he most certainly was not ready for the ugliest, dirtiest creature he had ever seen to be dropped onto a nearby sink. He blinked, straightening the glasses on his face as he stood. Once the smell wafted over to him, he placed a hand over his nose, now looking a little more than disgusted. "I'm not touching that thing," he declared, his voice coming out muffled from behind his hand. "Prussia can do it."
In the back of his mind, he really wanted to ask, what the hell is that thing?, but he was worried someone else might volunteer him or something. Besides, he didn't even think Scotland himself could explain the creature. Mutated or something, I guess.
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Post by [x] Prussia on Mar 18, 2012 15:16:16 GMT -5
"France'd probably piss himself if he was forced into contact with that thing," Prussia told Lithuania with a snort. Maybe after someone cut it up and made it look decent, France would could cook it up into something delicious- he was extremely talented at that sort of thing. But he was way too prissy to deal with it in its current form.
"What the hell!" he cried in protest at America's suggestion. "Why me? Someone else should do it," he said, glancing around the room. But all the others had already denied it, and the chances of getting one of them to change their minds were slim to none. It wasn't as if Prussia was afraid of the damn thing- of course not. He just wasn't sure what he would even do with it if the task fell on him. He usually left the cooking to Germany, much preferring to enjoy the fruit of other's labor than actually doing anything himself.
Thinking back on the meals he shared with his brother, an idea entered his head. If they happened to have a meat grinder on the premises, he could make some delicious wursts out of the creature...
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Post by Lithuania on Mar 18, 2012 16:11:59 GMT -5
"True." Lithuania nodded, France was widely known for avoiding anything remotely...icky.
Well, no one wanted to clean the creature. No suprise. It stank.
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Post by Scotland on Mar 19, 2012 4:45:10 GMT -5
Scotland looked back and forth as the nations present began expressing their distaste and/or confusion about his offering. Spoiled, horribly spoiled. Did none of them remember the days of hunting down their food? There was no way the warehouse had so much meat they could turn their noses up to something that just needed to be cleaned, skinned and roasted. Or fried. Scotland was good at frying things. Especially meat. He couldn't live on rabbit food.
"Ach, I do it," he finally said, eyes running over the nations, considering between Prussia and Lithuania, before he stepped towards the brown-haired man, holding out his fouled sword, hilt up.
"Ye take this," he said with a softer tone. "Ye would'n' let a gud sword be dirty, d'ye ken?"
He had complete faith both Lithuania and Prussia knew their way around a sword, and not those little toothpicks France and Spain liked to use, but a good solid sword. Prussia was more likely to consider the request as not-awesome and turn him down. He'd heard Lithuania was the kinder of the two.
[Sorry if I slow down the RP a little. If you take the USA time and switch the AM and PM, you have an idea what time it is for me. Once he's working on cleaning the creature, post away!]
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Post by Lithuania on Mar 19, 2012 12:16:50 GMT -5
((DOn't worry about it Scotland, I'm several hours ahead of those guys so our times online overlap very briefly))
Lithuania took the hilt of the sword, slightly startled. "Sorry, what did you want me to do with this? Did you want me to clean it?" It was a good sword, good balance, a little heavy, but it wasn't him that was using it, it was Scotland's, so that really wasn't a fault.
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Post by America on Mar 19, 2012 20:21:05 GMT -5
Once Scotland volunteered himself to do it (which America only counted as fair, seeing as he dirtied up that sink), the superpower allowed himself to give a sigh of relief. There was no way in hell he wanted to touch it. He had no quarrels with eating it once it was cooked- he would even cook the clean meat himself, if need be- but he honestly didn't want to be the one skinning it and cutting it into strips. He was used to doing that sort of thing with the wild animals back at his place, but they weren't mutated.
Ignoring Prussia's cry, America quickly settled back into his work. Hopefully, Scotland would somehow distract the albino nation enough to let America ge far ahead in his cleaning.
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Post by [x] Prussia on Mar 19, 2012 23:00:41 GMT -5
((Don't give it a second thought, Scottie! We understand :3))
Phew, so the red-head was going to take care of the nasty creature himself. Prussia felt a bit relieved and self-satisfied that he was going to get away with doing nothing. Snickering as Lithuania took the blood-covered sword with a wary expression, he pulled up a chair and sat down at the table.
"Where'd you find that thing, anyway? Did it put up much of a fight?" he asked curiously. Judging by the state of the Scot's clothes and sword, it had probably been a gruesome sight to behold, he noted with some amusement.
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Post by Scotland on Mar 20, 2012 7:02:12 GMT -5
"Aye. I'll owe ye one." Scotland nods at Lithuania's question, the look on his face hopeful. He could get to it himself, but he'd rather the sword get cleaned sooner than later. The times and the zombies were far too unpredictable. Plus, they were already cleaning. What was one more item?
After that he dropped his jacket, shirt and sword sheath onto a chair at the table, and peeled his gloves off. The gloves needed to be washed too. He could do that after cleaning the beast. He drug the trash can over by his side and picked one of the smaller knives available in a drawer.
"Out'n' th' forest," he answered Prussia's first question as he began to make carefully placed cuts in the filthy hide. "Was a righ' crabbit (bad-tempered) beast. Kept on bitin' e'en aftur it was done for."
Catching corners of the cut skin, Scotland began peeling it off much like peeling a wetsuit off a person's body. Animals didn't have the same layer of fat under their skin that humans did, so the skin just peeled right off. Pulled off sections were dumped into the trash can. He'd go bury them later.
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