Laser Tag - Chapter 1
The region of Brittany is a small piece of land on France's upper west coast. It used to be an independent region before being taken over by France. (He invaded the vital regions...) However, although merging with the nation of France, her cultural influence was still abundant, being one of the Celtic nations. Due to her thriving culture, she had not faded away from being conquered. However, the personification had to pay a price for no longer being a nation. She had gone from a beautiful, graceful young woman to a strange, obnoxious little girl.
Her name, as you can probably guess, is Brittany. She lives in France's basement. Given she was only 17 and still a minor, he had never tried anything with her, but her friend Rachael, some weird little micronation, was a different story.
Rachael had already turned 18 and didn't have any sort of alliance with any nation, so France and the other nations had no qualms about...well...you know...Moving on!
It was a regular Friday night in France's basement for young Brittany. Suddenly, there were some loud banging noises and shouting voices coming from upstairs. Brittany could recognize the voices of France, Prussia, Spain and England letting out screams and shouts. They're probably playing laser tag without me again she thought, and the damn door is locked, too.
She decided to text her friend Rachael about her problems (like the little bitch she is).
Text Message (Brittany/Rachael)
GODAMMIT I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF FRANCE HE WILL NOT STOP PLAYING LASER TAG UPSTAIRS LIKE SERIOUSLY ALL THIS BANGING AND SHOUTING GOING ON
Omg
Brittany wasn't sure how to respond, so she just continued to bitch about France.
GOSH HE DIDN'T EVEN ASK ME IF I WANTED TO PLAY
I'm sure there's a reason for that. Why don't you go ask if you can play?
Brittany almost threw the phone in frustration. Of course she asked already! She typed her thoughts, but perhaps not using the exact language that her mind initially created.
HE TOLD ME I COULDN'T
/SIGH
He invited the btt and iggy too but he was screaming
Idk why i thought he'd love laser tag
Rachael let out a laugh from her faraway location. Sure, she loved Brittany, but the girl wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact, she was probably thrown away because trying to sharpen her up was futile. This girl was pretty dense. So, in reply, Rachael gave a bit of sarcasm in her reply.
Maybe you could invite Italy over to see what's going on.
Brittany did not catch her sarcasm, much to Rachael's amusement, so she carried on as if the elder was serious.
Oh okay yeah
wait hold on i hear romano
As the girl left her phone on her space on her bed in the corner of the basement, she trotted up the stairs, ever as she heard her phone's alarm ring, signalling a response.
Holding...
Brittany put her fist against the door to the rest of the household, and with it's resounding rap-a-tap-tap, she let the nearby Italian know of her presence.
"Uh, hey, Mr. Romano? Izzat you?" She asked, rubbing her neck with a hand as she hoped for a reply.
Luckily for her, Romano was there to do so. "E-Eh? Brittany? He locked you in the fucking basement again, didn't he?"
"Yup. So, um, mind letting me out so I can play laser tag with France and the others? I'm tired of being left out. Even Legend of Zelda gets boring after a while."
The loud-mouthed Italian let out a soft what? under his breath. What the hell? Laser tag? What does she-
Oh. Oooooooh.
She thought they were playing laser tag? Of all things? Well, whatever. Romano wasn't going to destroy the poor girl's remaining innocence. Not yet. (After all, she's living with France. She's lucky to have kept that shred, and he wasn't about to rip it apart. He wasn't that mean.)
"Uh, yeah, Brittany... You can't come up here. It's... uh... It's pretty... yeah, it's really intense! We wouldn't want you up here, y'know, since you fell to the Escargot Bastard's army, of all things! There's no way you'll walk out alive! Heh... yeah, that's it..." He shot, mentally patting himself on the back for his (self-proclaimed) quick-witted reply.
"Whaaaaat!? Nuh-uh! I can beat him! Plus, it can't be THAT intense if you're not running away like a little Italian bitch! ...Oops, did I say that out loud?"
Romano reached out to unlock the door so he could give Brittany a piece of his mind, we'll say, springing out a wide variety of Italian swears while doing so, when he heard a light kesesese from behind him.
The last thing Brittany heard from behind the door was a long string of CHIGIslaced with even more foreign words, which she could only assume were some form of Italian vulgarity. In response, she simply trotted back down the stairs to reply to Rachael.
He told me to stay down here
ugh jerk
She heard more banging and shouting from upstairs as she patiently waited for Rachael's reply. It came soon, to her expectation and glee. Maybe she'll have an idea to help her out? This was dire, after all. However, what she received was less than helpful in her eyes.
Maybe Germany or Prussia can explain...
Brittany let out a groan of frustration at her friend's suggestion before typing out a reply, again leaving out some of the language her mind wanted to include.
Prussia is upstairs so
Idk about germany he always yells at me when i mention the btt
She could almost see Rachael put on her "thinking face" as she received a message from her micronation friend.
What about America?
Brittany could almost feel the anger bubbling around her due to her friend's suggestion. America? Really? Rachael, of all people, should know how the younger felt about him. Showy, obnoxious, loud, vain... Sure, he wasn't a bad person, but the girl couldn't stand holding up a conversation with him if it was about anything other than video games, anime, or anything else dorky. If she heard the word hero or justice from him one more time...
Ew no
He's over in the states anyway
Last time i asked him he just said dont get involved ugh why does no one want me to play laser tag i mean france locked the damn door he really doesn't want me to play im running out of options here
Meanwhile, Rachael was positively cracking up because of how innocent Brittany's mind was about the whole thing. She even decided to play along with the idea that France and the others were simply playing laser tag, instead of telling the poor girl what the older countries were really doing.
What about Japan? I'm sure he'd LOVE to film them...playing laser tag. He could show it to you so you could see just how boring it was without you. ;)
Japan? She replied in her thoughts, Yeah, that would work.
The short man was one of the girl's preferred countries. It wasn't uncommon they would discuss manga and reading the atmosphere anyway; the two bashful people got along quite well. Why didn't she think of that in the first place?
Ohh yeah i just texted him
He told me they're not playing laser tag
pfffft silly japan if they're not playing laser tag what are they doing then
Rachael wasn't quite sure how to respond. Damn it, Japan, why must you be so honest!?
She hadn't the heart to explain the birds and the bees to her friend, but now that the cat's out of the bag... Thinking of what to do, the girl decided that, hey, if Japan started it... he would end it, as well.
Why don't you ask him what he thinks they're doing?
The dimmer child let out a puff of air as she read the text. Oh, yeah. Brittany thought, smashing a palm against her face, Duh.
And so, she did so. Her reply wasn't exactly what she had in mind for an ideal answer. Her frustration was almost tangent in the air as she typed in her reply to Rachael with vigor.
He said he cant tell me
Jeez i think hes just jealous that he doesnt get to play
Her friend, from across the webosphere, felt physical pain from Japan's actions. God damn it, Japan, trying to tell the truth and then just pushing it out of the way?! The fuck, man?
Instead of saying this, however, she decided to change the subject and reminded herself to kick Japan's ass later.
Why don't you call Sealand over? I'm sure he could help you...
Brittany's response was quick, and somehow obviously irritated, despite the fact that it was simply text.
He doesnt have a phone
Well, in that case, might as well start messing around with her again. Again, Rachael loved Brittany, but the girl was truly a special case. Somehow, she was both brilliant and a complete moron at the same time.
Message in a bottle...
As suspected, the other took her friend's "advice" to heart. As she typed, she set up the message with a piece of drawing paper and a wine bottle she may have "accidentally stumbled upon" in her French Basement Adventures. Although it was currently her home, France had to keep his liquor somewhere. (And, hey, if he drank it so much, there had to be something special about it, right? Might as well try it... even if it left her with a foggy memory of the rest of the evening's events. But that's a story for another day.)
GOOD IDEA
BRB SENDING
Rachael was quick to reply with a confirmation of the plans.
Kk.
After receiving the message, Brittany left her bed to find a place to send her message.
That was, of course, until she remembered she was locked in abasement.
However, instead of reminding Rachael of her predicament, she skipped the witty response of Hey, great idea, let me just find a way out of this fucking basement first, she simply sent her own idea, which may actually get them somewhere.
Hey how about you call france and ask him whats up
Uh oh. Rachel knew that if she told Brittany the truth, shit would most definitely hit the fan.
Ok. :)
She had no intentions of actually asking the Frenchman what he and his friends were doing, but soon, her phone lit up with a message from France, himself. Speak of the devil... she thought. Her eyes widened as they scanned over the message. Er, this was not what she was expecting. At all.
What did he say
Well, at this point, she might as well tell the truth.
Not all of it, mind you, but perhaps enough to let her ignorant friend know of the dangers that await her innocence up the stairs.
He invited me to play...yeah, you shouldn't come up here...OH JESUS, FRANCE!
Just as Brittany received the message, she heard Rachael's voice add to the shouts coming from upstairs. What the fuck, Rach? she thought.
AH WHAT UGH WHY CAN I NEVER PLAY
God dammit, Brittany.
When Rachael got the needed time to reply, she resisted the temptation of physically going downstairs and beating her friend; she simply continued the conversation as if she was... erm, playing laser tag, and just taking a break.
Trust me...you don't want to. It's not fun at all. I gtg. Busy playing laser tag and all...
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Well, this wouldn't end well.
"Augh! TRAITOR!" Brittany mumbled angrily, almost throwing her phone at the wall. Oh, no, just kidding... she just did.
Damn, this girl really loves laser tag.