May 19, 2016
Britain twiddled his thumbs as the helicopter revved up, watching Sealand converse with the only conscious young lady. He'd had no idea that the little (*cough* brat *cough*) boy had inherited his skill in seeing magical creatures.
Macarona seemed excited about this unknown vehicle; often asking Sealand about the different things she was curious about, the cause of her pointing. Macarona had never seen a helicopter before, and she liked to learn about new things.
The brunette had wings after all, and so did just about everyone at the Gray village and the castle. The only beings she could think of at the moment that didn't have wings are Mr. Kcalb and Etihw.
Then again, Etihw can float. The young angel doesn't remember Mr. Kcalb ever floating though; unless he was sitting on the floating chair in the room he always resided with Lady Etihw in.
"Sealand, do you like apple pie?" Macarona asked suddenly, distracted by her own questioning. She couldn't help but think of cake and sweets at the moment.
Sealand blinked a few times, then beamed. "Yup! America showed me it, it's awesome!"
He ignored Jerkland's sudden evil vibes for daring to mention the Country-Who-Starts-With-A in his presence.
"I can't quite figure out how to make it on my own, though."
Macarona nodded once, storing the new name away so she could remember it later on if needed. The young angel beamed at this new discovery and slight problem. Taking this upon herself, her wings fluttered slightly in happiness. "I can teach you! I have it memorized!"
Dialo and the others all had it memorized, the group made it often, but Dialo was the best cook. Macarona only smiled sadly at the reminder of the demon who expected the two of them back at the house with the apples.
Sealand beamed. "Yay~!" he squealed excitedly, and Britain shifted slightly. "I know the recipe perfectly well." he said crisply, his nose wrinkled in distaste. "I could make it for you."
Sealand's face drained of all color and he threw himself facedown at Britain's feet, clutching his boots and whimpering. "Please, for the love of the Queen, the crown, whatever evil god you pray to, DON'T DO IT!" he sobbed, looking up as tears streamed down his face, and Britain growled as a tick mark appeared on his forehead. "And just what the bloody hell are you insinuating?!" he barked in outrage, shaking Sealand off his boots.
Macarona seemed amused by this small scene, she giggled. A hand came up to stop her soft giggles of amusement. These interactions were funny, and once again Britain's cooking has been insulted...Was it really that bad?
The angel didn't want to know. She trusts Sealand's judgement.
Too many red flags have been sent up anyways.
Her white wings stiffened for a moment and Macarona blinked slowly.
Sealand gripped England's boots tighter. "You didn't say no yet! Please say no!" he begged, and the elder nation scowled and kicked him off. "FINE I BLOODY WON'T, NOW STOP WITH THOSE RIDICULOUS HYSTERICS!" he bellowed, and Sealand sighed a huge sigh of relief and wiped some sweat off his brow. Thank goodness.
The young angel kept a hand to the mouth, she scooted over to the window of the helicopter. The sky is so pretty! Macarona smiled at her thoughts; forgetting the reason why she decided to look out the glass. The view distracted her, the white feathery wings shifting at the awe in her red eyes. Macarona kept her smile.
The young angel wanted to fly around, she always did enjoy flying. It was a nice experience, and Macarona even had a few races for the best flyer at school.
Of course she didn't win. The young angel was too gentle for something as rough as racing.
The winds were pretty harsh those days too. If Yosafire wasn't scared of flying as the demon is now; the green haired demon would've won. Yosafire was very agile even if her specialty was fire. ...
Rawberry was brave and held high stamina, Froze can use magic, Dialo could bake the best apple pies, Chelan could draw...
The smile fell off Macarona's face. What can she do?
...Nothing came to mind. Nothing.
Tap tap
Macarona snapped out of her daze and looked up toward where the noise came from, it was actually a big red claw tapping the glass from near the top left.
Macarona seriously thought it was a mutant crab claw for five seconds, but the claw stabbing itself into the glass slightly proved her wrong. The claw was sharp, the white line proved it.
Wing's flaring up in alarm, Macarona squeaked in shock as the claw slowly dragged itself further up until the glass ended and the young angel thought whatever was there fell off or left. Leaning up to look, the young angel blinked once.
Apparently the dangerous sound from the top of the vehicle proved her wrong...again. The young angel squeaked again (this time in fear) when she saw a long piece of the helicopter fall below –it was in Macarona's sight before it disappeared below.
…She was certain that was an important part.
When the helicopter started spinning, Macarona almost wished she was proven wrong again.
"What in the bloody-?!" Britain snarled in shock as he saw the claw, coming to his feet as he involuntarily reached for a sword that hadn't been at his side since his pirate days. He lurched slightly as the helicopter began to spin, his emerald green eyes flickering rapidly as they widened with surprise. "Sealand! Macarona! Hold onto each other and Rawberry!" he barked, lurching into the cockpit as the pilot fought the controls for more altitude. "Damage report!"
"S-Severe damage! Something happened to the propeller!"
Macarona found herself latching onto Rawberry while one hand held Sealand. Her eyes were shut in fear. She decided; flying is certainly much better. Less accidents that way. Due to fear, Macarona's white wings folded in on another. The young angel held the sleeping pink haired demon close.
Rawberry...please wake up! Rawberry!
The demon didn't stir. The angel only held her best friend tighter and whimpered.
England cursed. If it was a technical issue or part of the actual body of the heli, things might have been salvaged. Luckily, Sealand's so-called country was only a few kilometers away from his own coast, so if they crashed…
"Get out the life raft. SEALAND! MACARONA!"
He swept back into the cargo part of the heli, where Sealand was doing his best to shield Macarona and Rawberry with his arms. He picked up the unconscious young lady carefully. "We're going to crash in a few moments. The pilot is preparing the life raft. Please do not panic, we're near the English coast and can easily get to shore."
Silent, the pilot got to work on doing just that.
Holding herself back from reaching out to Rawberry's unconscious form, the young angel merely squeaked and latched back onto Sealand quickly. Macarona was trembling slightly but she wasn't sure if anyone could see it. (She hoped not.) "O-Ok...!" Macarona quickly muttered in response to the plan. Although she really really didn't want the helicopter to crash...
The young angel quietly whispered apologies to the boy she latched onto. Macarona hoped this wasn't awkward or stressful for Sealand.
Sealand was barely keeping himself from bouncing off the walls in excitement. He couldn't wait to tell America that he was in an awesome helicopter crash! Macarona was shivering though, he hoped she wasn't too scared. I mean, she could fly! So technically she should be the least scared of them all.
Britain and the pilot shoved the raft out of the window, and the pilot quickly followed. England slung Rawberry over his shoulder in the fireman position and called to the two children. "Sealand! Macarona! We're jumping!" he shouted over the roar of the wind, then leaped.
Macarona squeaked in response about the 'Jumping' part. She was suppose to jump off? She couldn't, the young angel was too scared, she whimpered again softly; tugging on Sealand's arm.
"I don't want to jump...this is so scarrrrrry! Whhhy...? Do I really have to? Do I have to jump? I'm too scared!" Tears seemed to be falling down her face. Almost in a comical manner.
Maybe the angel just really didn't want to end up like Yosafire.
There was a reason why the green haired demon stopped flying all together.
Sealand beamed down at her. "C'mon, it'll be fun!" he squealed, gently taking her by the shoulders and jumping out of the cockpit. It was just like one of America's super-cool action movies, only in real life! He even had a cute girl with him and everything.
Macarona nodded slowly, the tears still present but ending up shrieking in fright once his weight pulled her down with him. She didn't expect it, and nor could she support herself with her strength. The sudden air make her want to cough and sneeze but she squealed all the same.
"KYAAAAA!"
Dear Etihw, why?
England hit the water first and immediately thrashed to the surface, making sure to keep Rawberry's mouth and nose above the water. He saw the pilot nearby, grabbing onto the raft, and quickly swam over. Being the gentleman that he was, he handed Rawberry up first before grabbing the edges of the raft and yanking himself up. He quickly put a hand to his forehead, scanning the waters for Sealand and Macarona. While it was physically impossible for the little pipsqueak to stay drowned (if he did drown), England had yet to hear of a nation who would able to find his or her way back from the ocean floor after they had (temporary) died and sunk down to the bottom.
Not to mention the fact that he had no idea of whether or not Macarona could even swim, never mind survive being drowned.
Macarona nearly fainted herself as they fell. She didn't even take notice of the water below since her eyes were closed. She knew any second now-that the two would hit the water, and she was very scared. She can't even swim. The young angel stuck to the sand rather than the water back home; never yearning the need to learn how to swim. The ocean somewhat scared her, there were so many scary fishies (as Macarona would call them) down there!
She would not meet or join them. The young angel felt herself freezing up in her fright once more, no comfort given(although she was curious to why Sealand seemed to excited. They could die here!) Oh dear, why did you bring me down with you?! she screamed internally.
The two could drown in the water, Sealand was less likely since he lived on a small place surrounded by water –maybe he knew how to swim? Well, thats would be nice. Now if only Macarona knew. She whined softly but yelped when she felt her head suddenly hurt. It was a sharp throbbing pain that distracted the young angel from the situation.
You...redonkulous idiot! Use your... wings! Use...it! Now! Now you midget! I absolutely...refuse to drown in this horrid place!
Sharp and demanding; thats what Macarona could describe that voice with. It hurt too...but the young angel found herself doing as told, the white angel wings unfolding and surprisingly not succumbing to the wind.
Macarona quickly clung onto Sealand before he fell away from her, and the white feathery wings flapped to stay air born. She held Sealand up, looking concentrated but somewhat in pain. How was she even holding him? Where did this come from? Oh well, at least she won't touch the water...
Her head also stopped hurting as much, so the main thing the angel thought she could do was make sure not to drop her friend.
Sealand gasped and nearly squealed as he was suddenly jerked to a halt in midair, looking up to see Macarona actually flying. He had to suppress another whoop of joy. A helicopter crash, jumping out into the ocean with a cute girl, and then flying! HOW COULD THIS POSSIBLY GET ANY BETTER!
England, for his part, was rather impressed, shading his eyes as he watched the two small figures dangling in the sky. "Adjust your course by fifteen degrees." he told the pilot, who grabbed the oars and began rowing. Britain couldn't suppress a slight (very large and ecstatic) grin as he stood in the bow of the small raft, sucking in a deep breath of the salty sea air. God, had he missed the life of the sea!
Too bad pirating was no longer a viable position…
"P-Please remain still!" Macarona commanded, before catching a small glimpse of the life raft. The young angel nearly sighed in relief but held back because she wasn't sure how long it would be until her wings decided to fold up on themselves again. The feathery wings shouldn't do that as long as she keeps control and order of her emotions...
Which she had control of right now. Less fear, more confidence. Let's keep up with it.
Oh dear! Oh dear!
Macarona carefully made her way down, shivering once or twice from getting close to the water, she put on a determined expression just to get over to the life raft. Almost used too the air pressure and wind in this area, the two finally made it over to the life raft.
It helped that it came toward them, so it wasn't too much trouble.
Why does Rawberry like the sea again? Didn't the demon say something about food? Huh...
Britain reached up for the duo and handed them both in, before turning to the pilot and nodding to the oars. "Set a course for the nearest port, if you would." he said politely, and Sealand popped up from the bottom of the raft. "Hey! How come you get to be in charge?!" the little pipsqueak demanded, and Britain, still standing in the bow of the ship, glared at his charge. "I'm a former pirate, boy. I know how to sail a ship."
"It's a raft!"
"It is a vessel that carries people across the water, therefore it is under my expertise."
"I live on the sea, literally! I'm way closer to it than you are!"
"We're both islands, you little git."
Despite the bickering and irritation, Britain was glad that Sealand hadn't hurt himself. Whatever that thing that had downed the chopper was, he was fairly certain it hadn't intended stopping on just ripping off a few pieces of metal. Since he wasn't sure of either Macarona or Rawberry's fighting abilities –although he rather doubted Macarona, with all of her meekness, had any– he was basically the only thing that could keep his citizen and the three young ones safe.
Macarona seemed confused about this while thing. "Pirate?" Britain used to be a pirate? Aren't pirates scary? The young angel heard stories of them before...but they were mainly just fairytales to her. The angel remembered the teasing between Wodahs and Yosafire. The latter dubbing the adult angel a 'Pirate' because of his eye patch and serious structure.
It was amusing to say the least, Yosafire stopped teasing him because eventually Etihw put up this crazy stunt –Oh. Macarona isn't allowed to speak about that one. Let's just say it ended with apple pie and juice.
Her red eyes went over to Britain. "I never seen any pirates. I only heard about them...and you don't look like a pirate..." Macarona was interested about this, but silently feared she would only become more afraid of the sea and its inhabitants.
The back of Britain's neck turned red. "W-well I'm not a pirate anymore. Those were my hooligan days and I, well, er…"
Sealand put a hand to his mouth and whispered to Macarona. "Jerkland was in charge of like the whole world when he was a pirate, but then he got sissy and stopped."
"I DID NOT!"
"Did too!" Sealand shouted back as the pilot continued rowing, hiding a snicker from both of the arguing nations. It wasn't worth his job to laugh at the two idiots who he worked under.
Macarona giggled at this amusing talk. She found it cool that Britain took charge of the world in the past. This new fact resulted in hidden admiration from the young angel. There was a small sparkle in her red eyes.
The young angel couldn't help but think of Etihw. "Oh. Lady Etihw told me that taking care of the world is a lot of work though...was it stressful?" Macarona frowned slightly.
A slight gloom cloud fell over Britain. "Well, I didn't exactly do any of the work. I was merely the representation of the empire, and-"
"Jerkland basically was the threat that kept everybody else in line while his Queen ran the show." Sealand interrupted confidently, and a tick mark appeared on Britain's head.
"Now listen here you little pipsqueak, you weren't even built when any of this was going on, much less born!"
Macarona giggled again, covering it up with a hand. After quelling the bubbly sound, the young angel smiled at England. "Well, it's still something! It must've been quite an adventure..."
Doesn't mean she'd ever try and take part in such an adventure if given the chance.
It was simply not to her liking. The girl enjoyed picking apples and peace after all. She loved to look at the different flowers the Gray Village had to offer and (hesitantly) be dragged around by Rawberry.
Scratch out that last part please.
Denied!
Britain smirked, half in remembrance, half in victory, as Sealand pouted on his seat, slightly in front of Macarona. "Well, he's really boring now, anyways." he confided to the angel, and Britain spluttered angrily.
"Oh." was the response the angel came up with to Sealand's comment. She didn't want to join in on this teasing since she would be bad at it –and also the red eyed angel didn't want to risk angering Britain after he did so much for Rawberry. That can lead Macarona to be grateful to almost anyone.
Macarona looked over at Britain with a smile. "I'm excited though! What is your home like Mr. Britain?" she asked cheerfully, her wings fluttered slightly before folding in on themselves again.
"Full of rain an-"
Britain smacked a hand over Sealand's mouth. "It is a place full of green and growing things, and magic." he said stiffly, giving Sealand a nasty look that the younger and thinner-eyebrowed blonde returned.
Macarona would've giggled if it wasn't for the two glares directed at each other. The young angel frowned at this but didn't comment. She thought about what England said a moment, eyes lighting up. "Magic?"
Oh, she's still on that. The young angel still wanted to learn her own special spell on magic. Macarona wondered how it would work –or what it could do in a long run in case help was needed.
Britain primly straightened his shirt collar. "Well, of course. My island is one of the most magical, haunted, and mysterious locations in the world." he said proudly, and Sealand rolled his eyes, but didn't comment. It was true, after all, but he didn't want Jerkland to get the satisfaction of knowing that he agreed.
He lost her at 'haunted'. A look of fear came across her face. "E-epp!" Macarona squeaked, her wings and the rest of the angel going stiff. All traces of comfort she might've had is now gone.
"H-Haunted?"
Oh...she felt light headed...
Britain looked alarmed, as did Sealand, who put a comforting hand on the angel's back and glared at his counterpart.
"Er, well, most of the ghosts are very friendly…" Britain stammered, not waiting the angel to fall over and harm herself.
"Ghosts...Kya!" Macarona couldn't help but flinch when Sealand touched her, but she quickly accepted it. In fact, the young angel clung to the other in a hug, breaking down in tears. "I don't like ghosts! They're too scary!" she wailed softly but loud enough to be heard. It seemed the angel couldn't stop the water flowing dripping down her face and she sniffled a few times to stop.
Its not easy for her.
"Er, um, I, er…" Britain mumbled as Sealand glared at him while giving Macarona a protective hug, scratching the back of his head. Did she not like ghosts and supernatural beings…?
…even though she was one herself?
He wasn't quite sure what to do. Dealing with small children was not one of his many skills, and doubly so when it was a small female. Especially an emotional small female. But, of course, as an officer and a gentleman, he couldn't possibly let a woman be distressed within his presence and not do something about it.
But young child. Young female distressed child.
Help…
As Britain sent mental SOS signals to any and all that were listening, Sealand continued to hug Macarona and explain that nobody really saw England's ghosts and about half the world was mostly sure they were figments of his imagination, and England was kinda batty to begin with.
The young angel slowly began calming down at the explanations Sealand gave. Maaaybe it was rude to believe most of it-but Macarona needed something to keep her grounded with her emotions. She took her needed information slowly and the tears stopped. The angel finally settled down to a few sniffles and stopped crying completely.
Then Macarona remembered how stupid she must have reacted and buried her face in her hands in Sealand's hug. "Sorry! I'm so sorry!" she squeaked in her flustered state. Now she hated herself.
"No, it's fine!" Britain and Sealand protested in unison, then glanced at each other in surprise.
"It's a perfectly normal reaction. America does the same thing, even though he won't admit it." Britain said soothingly, and Sealand rolled his eyes.
Macarona nodded slowly, but it took the angel longer to remove her hands off her face. The young angel took a moment to smile again. "I'm glad I'm not the only one!" The sincerity in her voice is a happy tone.
Back then, she was always the first one scared. When the school or group decided to tell ghost stories; Macarona usually wanted to skip out on such things but Rawberry always brought her along. By the end of the day, she was always a sobbing mess or scared cat; jumping at everything she saw. It wasn't fun.
"A lot of nations are actually scaredy-cat –ompf!"
Sealand choked as Britain elbowed him in the side, and he glared at his counterpart as the older blonde looked away and whistled innocently.
"Excuse me sir, but my arms are getting tired." the pilot said hesitantly, and Britain instantly stood up, taking over the oars and starting to row.
Anything to get away from those small children.
Macarona watched Britain go, then looked to Sealand with a frown. "Do you think Rawberry is alright? She still didn't wake up yet..." Her tone had a lingering fear in the young angel's worry. The angel wasn't crying this time, but she looked down.
Sealand figured this was probably a bad time to mention that he had never seen any of Jerkland's magical stuff actually work.
"I don't know. She might just be sleeping or something. What time is it for you guys back home?" he asked curiously, blinking at the winged female. "Maybe she's got jet lag and she's just sleeping it off because she was already unconscious."
"O-oh..." The young angel thought about it a moment. She didn't really recognize the term 'Jet Lag' but she could guess what it meant by Sealand's use for it. Macarona sighed quietly and looked away. "S-sorry...I'm not sure what time it would be at home..." Macarona doesn't have a watch either. The young angel normally doesn't use one. The one who did have a watch was Froze-but the other young angel wasn't here.
Froze had a shiny golden pocket watch that the blond angel kept around at all times. Macarona remembered the frosty angel mention that 'Time was important to keep with you at all times' or something like that.
Macarona might understand now...
Sealand kept rubbing Macarona's back soothingly as England continued rowing smoothly towards the coast. Macarona was grateful for the action, it helped her keep in a calm and orderly state. She finally gained the courage to speak again while looking up. All because of one reason...
"I'm hungry again..." she muttered. "I guess the scones weren't too filling?" The young angel smiled softly. "I bet when Rawberry wakes up; she'll be hungry too."
"We can go buy some food when we get to England. Jerkland's food tastes awful." Sealand said confidently, and Britain grew a tick mark as he continued to expertly haul at the oars. Being a pirate had given him quite a few skills, after all.
"Ok." The young angel nodded, not noticing the atmosphere near Britain. She smiled at Sealand. "I can't wait." Macarona would be lying if she said the young angel wasn't excited at all to see the England. She didn't travel far from the Gray village. The young angel never wanted to stray too far from home... This is a good change of pace. Even if it was sorta against her will.
Sealand beamed. "Great!"
Macarona fell asleep soon after, it was bound to happen. She looked peaceful and her wings fluttered slightly in her sleep a few times. The angel didn't wake when they arrived at land. The young angel most likely had enough of today... worrying over a friend, jumping out a helicopter...
Too much for the small girl.
OoooOoooOooo
Sealand yawned, leaning against Macarona and Rawberry in the backseat of the armored limo, as England thanked the pilot and muttered with his other subordinates, taking care of all the red tape issues before they could drive back to his home. Remembering who –or what– had downed the helicopter, Britain had made sure to get the strongest transportation he could lay his hands on.
Whatever attacked them had not seemed to be very clever, since it hadn't pursued its attack when the helicopter crashed, nor made any effort to attack them since. Given what he had seen of it, England was inclined to believe it was magical, and stupid magical creatures were usually either very, very strong or very, very magical.
Best to take precautions.
Macarona remained asleep, but her eyes opened once. Her red eyes scanned where she was for a minute. Eyes narrowed, but not tense. A frown was on her lips. The angel made a huffing sound, casting a small glance at Sealand before quickly looking away and closing her eyes again. Most likely intent on sleeping again.
If someone looked closely, they would've been able to notice how Macarona's eye's lacked the white pupils she normally had. The color now blended with with her red irises, but a slight darker red hue.
Britain finally concluded affairs with his underlings and climbed into the limo, nodding to the driver to get started. Honestly, he was getting too old for this sort of thing.
Macarona ended up snuggling Sealand and Rawberry in her sleep. This was mainly because the young angel tended to do that at home(with her small stuffed animals). Besides being asleep, the young angel remained in her peaceful state. This snuggling action most likely means she trusts the both of them and feels safe enough to hold the two even for the smallest while. Does this mean Macarona depended on them? ...
The young angel doesn't need to know she's doing this. She'll most likely forget later on when she wakes up. Maybe.
12.48 PM, USA Central Time