Vee's POV.
Gliding around the city on her feet, she relished the night air and it's darkness. It was the time where she was able to see everything clearly and god, how she loved it. Vee found the source of, well, whatever had happened, piled upon one another. She came to a halt, ten or so feet away from the bodies, cocking her head to the side with an inquisitive look. "Yo~" she called, walking closer to a male with a brown jacket and sandy blonde hair, "You guys... how shall I put it? Alright?" she smiled nervously, unsure of how to handle the situation. Among the many buildings she had passed, there wasn't any damage at all, amazingly, except for maybe a few fallen things inside off of shelves perhaps, or the shelves themselves.
The girl positioned herself so that she was close to this new person, but with a foot and a half of space in between him. She offered a hand to him being as polite as she could. Looking around really quick, she found that everyone else was moving close to their family or friends or whatever they were to one another to find comfort. Several were standing blankly, with no thought of what to do next, "D...Do you know, uh..." she stopped to figure out what she was going to say next. Katrina was prone to talk without knowing what she was to say next, but soon enough, she figured it out, quickly enough. Clearing her throat, she began in a more professional manner, "I beg your pardon, sir, do you know how you all came to be like this?"
Vee knew she could hardly look professional the way she was dressed at the moment when she was wearing a pretty damned revealing halter top, short shorts, and wrappings, but she made the best of it since it wasn't her fault she dressed like this when she was trying to check up on things... She didn't have time to go home and change before she went out to look for injured. "Gyabo..." she murmured under her breath, looking down at herself.
Camile's POV.
Camile had followed Vee out to the scene, with various people lying about and coming to. Well, they didn't look like they were from here. Or from any of the neighboring countries, save a few that looked to be from Xing. "Major Katrina, do take my jacket. At least you'll be recognized as part of the military and be taken seriously..." She muttered, unbuttoning the jacket that was normally around her shoulders. She had decided to wear the long sleeved shirt that came with the uniform tonight, so she was able to offer it. She placed it around her shoulders and place her hand on her head, moving her messy curls aside.
"It seems to me that this isn't going to be a normal night. Let's get them all together instead of questioning one at a time. It'll be easier that way, and that way we can get everyone out of the streets." She told her subordinate, heading off to some of the others to help them up onto their feet.
America's POV
At least someone had approached them. About time too! "Well... considering we all just fell out of some random portal thing at the World Meeting and ended up here, I think we're all okay over all... I am anyway!" Alfred replied, smiling towards the silver haired girl. Then a blonde with very curly hair spoke to the other girl, they were obviously closely associated and gave her a jacket. More than likely she was trying to cover up this Katrina girl, look at what she was wearing!
She looked ready to go to the beach or something. Anyway, Alfred F. Jones had important things to get to the bottom of. "Can you tell me where we even are?" He wasn't all that sure anymore, seeing how they looked to have gone back in time almost.
Sardinia's POV.
Sardinia did happen to hear Gilbert's comment, and shot him a narrowed glare of hazel irises. "Watch yourself, Teutonic." She said a bit sharply, standing up after helping Romano to his feet. She was just as old as him, if not older. She was one of the last remaining Ancients, and she didn't really take too kindly on any kind of abusive behavior on her two nephews.
Especially since Germany had convinced Italy to enter World War II as his ally, bringing him on the wrong side of the allies. And since she was sick at the time, Germany had Italy build military bases. Seventy percent of those bases on her island. Not to mention Germania was the one that dealt the last blow to Rome. She could go on about how she disliked Germans. For a year, more than likely. Overall though, she wouldn't. She would sum things up in a few words, and being part of Southern Italy, if worse came to worse, she'd start an argument only she could finish herself.
Mainly, she was protective of them because they were her only living relatives left. Rome had put her in charge of them, after telling her to pass everything down to them. Which she did. All she wanted to do was to see them live happily, and if anything got in the way of that, she'd more than likely be a second, female Romano. But this side didn't really pop up all that much, simply because she was so softly spoken most of the time. The oceans had left her with a lot of calming surroundings, and she was normally rather contemplative before doing anything, much unlike her nephews who would jump first and ask questions later. Jumping meaning run or shout insults.
Italy's POV.
Being hit on the head didn't sound nice, not at all. Italy scuttled away from Germany and Prussia, reuniting with his aunt and brother, trying to compose himself. "D-Doitsu...don't hit me, please!" He whimpered, and his aunt soothed him and snapped a little at Prussia. He felt somewhat protected now, and calmed down almost immediately. His aunt always tried to look out for him, with Lovino and his own interests at heart most of the time. He looked around to see most everyone had made it, able to see Austria and Hungary in another house, and everyone else outside.
That was good! Everyone had made it and no one got lost in that scary portal thingy. Feliciano being Feliciano, he soon wandered off. Wandering off meaning he went to go find Japan. Japan was always quiet, but he liked him a lot. Even though he didn't like to get hugs. He found a pretty girl parting from Japan. How come she got to give him a hug? He didn't recognize her. Japan must have known her well though, Japan never gave hugs!
Feeling a little excluded and slightly curious of this new arrival, he went over to them. "Japan, who's this pretty lady?" He smiled, his boyish charm making way into the conversation unintentionally. He just was that sweet most of the time anyway. And she was pretty.
Blaze's POV.
Now with some of the pieces coming together, she could actually think straight with some of the initial noise calming. Somehow, she'd gotten sucked up in one of the Subspace bombs that was set off, and obviously had sucked up some of the countries along with it when it created that unpredictable door. That door sucked them all into Amestris, if she remembered right. "Come on...let's get everyone together like that girl said. That way I can get some things explained. I don't know why all of you got sucked up, but I know what happened to you all. I just don't know why." She shrugged carelessly. At least something was explained. Can't always have all the answers you want.
Then that crying country approached them. Well, he wasn't crying anymore. Pretty lady? Heh Heh, well~ At least the kid knew how to properly address her. And it was sweet of him to say. "I'm Blaze... if you didn't hear him say, I'm like a daughter slash sibling, I guess you could say." Needless to say when she spoke those words again, China moaned a little in 'sorrow' that Japan claimed her as a relative and not himself. The Italian nodded at her explanation and spoke for a little bit, talking about himself and pasta, soon heading over to the young silver-haired girl to chat her ear off. "I'm gonna go help out a little, I'll come back and we can catch up a bit later." She smiled at Kiku, soon heading off and helping up a rather thick-browed nation. "You alright?"
England's POV.The British man sat up, having been helped up with a young woman with flaming red hair. He, himself, was quite startled, not only from the portal and it's landing, but her hair, which did, quite honestly, seem like it had caught on fire. Arthur shivered. 'Damned Russia. It was probably him who started everything. He just happened to see the portal and it flew us in. If he wasn't so damned scary, I'd land a Britannia Kick in his face and sink in his big nose! Communists!' He thought ruefully. To him, it made perfect sense that it'd be Russia's doing considering he had all the curses. What curse did he use, though? It seemed more like a spell to England… But, enough with his rambling in his head. The blonde looked the girl and blushed, "Uh, yes, quite… Just a tad stirred, but that's alright. Thank you." He managed to say that at least, before France came prancing around.
France's POV.
The blonde country sprinted over to Arthur, waving his arms around, "Oh, England, you. My heart can't believe you pulled off one of those silly, little spells you always say you can do… But where did you bring us, crétin?" He wondered, attaching himself onto England, which, like always, the thick-browed man would react to violently. "BRITANNIA KICK!" he screamed, kicked Francis over against the wall. Luckily, he wasn't knocked out for he had hit his head against the brick behind him, but he was slightly disorientated. Sitting up, he rubbed his stubble chin. "Someone out him outta his misery."
Austria's POV.
"You said Central Headquarters? Is that where this place is mainly run?" Austria asked, finally able to settle down now that the aftershock was slightly disappearing. And there went Prussia, so the bothersome man could no longer cause trouble inside this young lady's house. At least he was gone, and things could be taken care of a bit more quickly.
"No, no, I'm sure that any of us wouldn't have had very nice things to say if we were landed on by three people. And again.." He his gaze drifted towards the roof, "Sorry about just landing in your house like this." Roderich said with a bit of regret in his tone, rubbing the back of his head. On the subject of what was happening before they got here? Well.. "We were at the world meeting, before this huge portal opened up and all the nations there were sucked into it. Then it spat us out here, and here we are. I don't really understand why it happened to us or what it really was though. That might concern some further investigation. But I also do not recall that red-headed girl at the meeting anyway." He muttered to himself.
Snake's POV.
There was always some insane catastrophe lying in wait for the world to fall prisoner of. The inevitable commonly arose as if restraining lives by steel chains. This hadn't been anything out of the ordinary for him, but what had been was the fact that the people he shared such close bonds to...didn't share this fate. Highly vivid calls of despair corrupted his eardrums, only to soften abruptly at the mercy of a persistent gust. His own name drummed along, familiar allies screaming out 'Snake', short for 'Solid Snake', in repetitive accord. Otacon, the dark brunette's informant along with a humble little girl named Sunny, were the last ones he heard via Codec call before the massive suction mishap occurred. It was the first time he recalled Sunny speaking his name with such power and emotion. She was always stammering and struggling with her apprehension, being so antisocial after all. Thinking back...it kind of struck a weak vessel in his heart to know they weren't there with him right now.
Snake lied unconscious on his back, eyes that of an incredibly icy blue consistency opening up to see an evening sky above. God only knew how long it'd been since the Foxhound agent could see a city so clear, without any signs of warfare going on as far as he was aware of. His eyes shut again with a bit of force as he attempted to gather more facts. Okay, so he was in a conference room of what he'd been told was held to be an important discussion about worldwide circumstances. Although, the relatively young man couldn't help but judge some of the participants who acted obnoxiously throughout the time being. Snake was quiet despite the inner angst to make a select few converse with less butchered mannerisms. Now he didn't really remember their faces, however, not after that colossal wormhole raged forth. Oh well, he still hoped they were all right. With that, Snake mumbled to himself, 'Huh. Did they survive that, too...?' The thought surfaced with some concern pinging his raspy tone. It was then that he grunted a little beneath his breath at the meek sound of chattering and immediately sprung to his feet, piercing irises shooting from one direction to another out of cautious habit. Some of them were loud while others sounded mellow, guess it balanced out. His boots sifted the sidewalks as he headed forwards, soon locating the source after simply traveling about ten feet. They looked to be deciding on where to head off to next.
Listening somewhat attentively to what the group had to say to one another, Snake glimpsed over to a silver-haired kid whom seemed very confident in himself. Awesome, huh? Surely he felt it to be a bland way to express self-indulgence...but then he shrugged it off carelessly. Not worth contemplating right now, he figured. In the midst of examining, he noticed a blonde woman with her golden-eyed friend coming to the aid of the other windswept victims. Suddenly, a brief halt of surprise met his uncertain demeanor, these guys were the ones involved in the same accident! Snake then went ahead and commenced contact, "Is everyone a'right?" he asked the two helpful girls casually out of natural response, apathetic to any possibility that the answer to that question may of already been established. Getting a better look at the scene...damn. There sure were some attractive women here. Snake wasn't one to be straightforward about anything, or in this case, anyone he was attracted to, but the man still had that realization lingering behind his protective vibe in this situation. Even a professional soldier had to have his or her quirks, right?
Vee's POV.
Vee sighed happily as Camile handed her a jacket, and projected her thankfulness through a beaming smile and a goofy salute. "Ah~ Camile, did I tell you how much I love you?" She grinned again, sliding on her friend's coat, and helped up some of the countries, including that enthusiastic one, that seemed just a tad disorientated still. Her gray-toned eyes focused on him in the night's darkness, in which, to her, was light itself. A grin broadened her face once more, "Thank goodness. It'd be bad if any you were hurt," she looked around. Everyone was on their feet.
Vee focused on the blonde man again, putting her hands on her hips. She twirled around, her coat spinning as she did so, then motioned with her right hand to the buildings in one more twirl, and faced the boy again. "All of this is Central City of Ametris, chap. Based on the look on your face, I will assume that you're not from around here... That and what you mentioned to be a 'random portal thing', that definitely suggests that you're probably from somewhere else..." She shrugged her head and laughed kindly, turning to Camile to say something, but there was someone else who caught her attention with his voice. She looked over her shoulder, eyeing the newcomer. "Oi, yeah. Just about everyone. Some look a tad woozy, might I add, but all the same, look good enough. No broken bones, like. How about you? You 'right?" she asked, just very slight hesitation in her voice, nothing noticeable. The man stood up with a nod, saying something like, "m' fine." and thanked her.
Quickly, she turned to Camile, "Good idea. If I had a bigger house, I'd let everyone chill there..." A rather cat-like expression occupied her smile, and she clapped her hands together, her smile returning to it's normal ways. "Anyways, how about Headquarters first? They're probably having a ball without us." She winked jokingly because they were most likely under total confusion. However, another thought occupied her mind. What if they sent the visitors into houses that offered a couple of extra people. Like what they did during the Ishval war... "Camile, I have a proposition - but I'll tell you later. Let's get them to Headquarters first." Calling out to the crowds of the unknown, she put on her most formal, polite, and kind voice, "Everyone, I am Major Katrina Clowers of Central. Under these unnatural circumstances, Major Camile and I are taking you to Headquarters - not for anything you did, mind, - but for your unsubtle appearance. You will be taken care of by... most likely us since we found you and all, but any who; that's for Mustang- I mean, the Further, to decide. Pardon me." She nodded her head in silent apology, and continued very frank, "If you'd follow us, we'll have everything sorted out in no time." She turned to Camile again, "Good lord, I'm a horrible speaker..."
Rolling her eyes, she heard someone come up to her side. It was the one boy who was being pried off of the rather stiff, and bit more serious, blonde man. She smiled cheerily, adding a "oh hello" before he began to talk about pasta and white flags. Giggling, she nodded to some of the things he said or replied very curtly with a tad bit of blushing involved. Charming.
Author's Note: Before I leave this off for another while longer, while my friends and I figure out how they get to where we already planned them, I'd like to credit my two partners in crime. McCaelin plays Blaze, Japan, Camile, Austria, America, Sardinia, Italy, and perhaps a few other characters I'm not aware of at the moment. ( I play Freya, Vee, Germany, Prussia, England, France, Hungary, and trace other characters.) Hee. And Nin, our awesome Snake-fan girl, of course, plays the mighty Snake from Metal Gear. (Yeah, so it's like a three-way crossover). They play their parts well, and I'd like to thank them, for none of this would've been possible without them. We'll be adding more original characters from here on out, so keep your eyes peeled!
I love reviews and comments - they make my day lovely, can't you see? I'd also love to hear about your favorite character so far, if you'd be willing to tell - cannon or original character of our's. Thanks for reading!
