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Mexican War
1846 – 1847
America vs. Mexico
Romania huddled in the corner, trying to make himself smaller. Belarus cackled from her own spot in their strange cell. A cellar to be exact. The Wars had stopped at an abandoned farmhouse and had locked the nations in the cellar. Everything had been fine . . . until Romania had woken up from his little nap. Israel, never having met or heard about the other nation before, had freaked out about his eyes and fang. In less than a minute, the Jewish nation had had a meltdown.
"How could such a creature exist?" Israel pondered as she paced around the small cellar. "Surely Yahweh would not create such a beast. You must be a demon."
"I'm a nation," Romania insisted. "I was born like this. Just look at my ancestor and you'll get it."
"She's going to get you," Belarus cackled. Romania glared at the normally quiet nation. It seemed like Israel provoked the worst in Belarus.
"But how could such a thing exist?" Crouching before Romania, Israel pulled a corner of his lip up to examine his fang. "Fangs and red eyes. These are the signs of the Devil."
Romania snatched the hand and grinned, baring his fang fully. "The only thing I'm evil for is you." And he kissed the back of Israel's hand.
"That doesn't even make sense!" Belarus squawked. "Where did you learn your pick-up lines?"
Israel squealed in surprise and punched Romania right between the eyes.
"Ack!" Romania fell back, clutching his forehead. "What was that for?"
"The lame pick-up line," Belarus commented, seeming slightly upset that neither nation was listening to her."
"I was kissed!" Israel whirled around and examined her hand in the dim light. "I have been infected!"
"You want infected?" Romania growled. He suddenly lunged forward and snapped his teeth on Israel's neck. Belarus froze in her commentary long enough to release a horrified scream.
Israel trembled, her eyes wide with terror. Her right hand patted along Romania's head until she grabbed his hair in a tight grip.
"Aiyee!" Israel jerked at Romani's hair and tried to knee him in the groin at the same time. Romania released the female nation and stepped back, wiping a sleeve across his mouth.
"If you want anything else, don't be afraid to ask," he snapped before turning around and storming back to his corner.
Belarus moved forward to examine Israel's neck carefully. All humor had vanished from her face.
"He didn't bite you too badly, did he?" she asked.
"H-He bit me," Israel whimpered. She whirled around, clutching her David's Star. "Hashem help me, he bit me!" Belarus groaned and leaned back against the wall, sliding down to sit on the ground.
"Now we have to listen to her preach," she grumbled.
"Why would do something so foul?" Israel demanded, rounding on Romania. "You are already cursed yourself, and you have the gall to pass it on?"
Romania glared over his shoulder at the female nation. "I'm Christian," he said.
Israel blinked in surprise. "Christian?" she repeated. "Really?"
"Da," Romania huffed. "I'm part of the Eastern Orthodox Church."
Israel was quiet for several moments. "Oh," she finally said, scratching the back of her head. "Then . . . you're not a demon?"
"I can be a demon if you want." Romania turned around to lean against the wall, lacing his fingers behind his head casually. "I think it's actually kind of fun."
"Don't you dare start this," Belarus demanded. "I am not going to sit here and listen to you two role-play Buffy the Vampire Hunter!"
Israel squealed and covered her head with her arms. Belarus and Romania could hear her muttering something in a high pitched, strained voice.
"Are you okay, Israel?" Romania leaned forward worriedly.
"Next time I'm staying home," Israel suddenly wailed, uncovering her head. "I'll send a worker to the bazaar. Then I won't get kidnapped by evil men and locked in a cellar with a creepy Christian demon."
"Eh?" Romania scowled. "I'm not a creepy Christian demon. I'm a nation!"
"You're creepy and you're Christian," Israel said as she tapped her head against a wall. "I want to go home. But if I go there, then Palestine is just going to bang on my door all night long. I don't know what to do!"
Romania sat quietly for a minute before he suddenly lunged forward. Belarus was quick to wrap her arms around his waist and drag him back.
"Let me go!" Romania struggled wildly. "I'm going to bit her!"
"Demon!" Israel whirled around and waved her David's Star at Romania. "The demon wants my blood!"
"Let me at her!" Romania howled.
"Hospadzie," Belarus muttered. "How did Big Brother put up with you?"
o)O(o
Finland glanced at the trees around her then over her shoulder. Six other nations were following her. Each one desperately hoped Finland knew her way around Sweden as well as she claimed she did. Bulgaria crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow when Finland continued to examine her surroundings.
"I think someone just got us lost," Bulgaria said dryly.
"I did not!" Finland turned around with a scowl. "The two should be in that-." She was cut off when someone suddenly crashed into her. The pair rolled awkwardly off the boulder and hit the ground with a loud thud.
"Finland!" Germany whipped his gun out and trained it on the attacker.
"Ah." France sat up on Finland's knees. "Bonjour, Finlande. Désolé pour l'atterrissage sur tu comme ça. (Sorry for landing on you like that.)"
"France?" Estonia asked in shock. "You escaped?"
"Oui," France said, looking around himself. "I am guessing you are looking for the castle?"
"Ah." Finland blushed. "Ohya," she said softly. Egypt quirked and eyebrow and pointed at France.
"Quoi?" France looked down at Finland. "Ah, désolé." Standing, he pulled Finland to her feet. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Finland muttered, hurrying to hide behind Estonia. Her ears had taken on a more pointed look. Lithuania patted the female nation's shoulder comfortingly.
"Well?" France asked. "Was I right? You are looking for the castle."
"Nein," Germany said. "Albania told us they would move all of you. Texas and Alabama gave us the locations of six warehouses in the world."
"Have you seen the Swedish one yet?" Cyprus asked hopefully. "Finland got us lost."
"I did not!" Finland snapped over Estonia's shoulder.
"Non." France shook his head. "I have not seen any warehouses. We have been on the runs since Viêt Nam helped us to escape."
"Vietnam helped you to escape?" Estonia quirked an eyebrow.
"Not willingly," France admitted, flipping his blonde hair back.
"Who's 'we'?" Bulgaria asked curiously.
Cyprus yelped in surprise when a blonde wolf darted past him. Finland practically tackled France when she began to sniff him. She froze for a moment, sniffing his sleeve carefully, before she took off through the trees. Bulgaria shook her head at the ecstatic look on the wolf-nation's face.
"Non, Finlande!" France shouted, taking off after the wolf. "Wait!"
"Verdammt," Germany muttered before racing after the pair, leading the other nations along.
A black-haired nation stood on a rock. They turned in surprise at the arrival of the seven nations.
Finland rushed to a scrabble at a tree wildly, leaping as if to catch whatever was hiding in it.
"China!" Bulgaria rushed forward. "Are you alright? We haven't seen you in years."
"I . . . have been better, aru," China admitted. And he was right. The other nations could see he was thinner with dark circles under his eyes and unkempt hair.
Germany moved to the tree, looking up to see what Finland was jumping at.
"Poland?" he asked in surprise. His eyes lit up with joy and relief.
"Pologne," France said in a warning voice. "Come down from there."
"Po?" Lithuania wandered to the tree and looked up. "Are you alright?"
"Nie," Poland said in a whining voice. She hugged the tree trunk as if her life depended on it. She watched the four nations fearfully.
"Aiyah!" China suddenly darted forward and beat Germany and Lithuania away from the tree. "You are not helping!" He turned to the tree. "Yéye is here, Poland, come down here, aru."
"Nie." Poland shook her head.
Finland took the chance to pounce on China, licking his hands happily. China jerked his hands away from Finland and stepped away from her.
"I promise no one is going to hurt you, aru," he said to Poland. Germany looked between the two nations worriedly.
"Nie." Poland only clung to the tree tighter. "I, like, can't."
"La crème de glacée et le vin, (Ice cream and wine,)" France sang as he sashayed up to the tree. "Je te le promets. (I promise.)"
"Wait," Estonia said. He looked up into the tree. "Poland, are you stuck?"
There was a moment of silence before a response. "Tak."
Germany reacted almost instantly. Before China or France could stop him, he grabbed onto a lower branch and swung himself into the tree. He quickly made his way up through the branches to Poland.
"Are you alright," Poland?" Germany asked worriedly. He sat on a branch beside her. Poland whimpered and reached for a higher branch, hoping to make an escape.
"Poland." Germany's hand snapped out to catch his fiancée's wrist. "You'll fall." Poland froze, staring at the branch as she quietly squealed Polish words.
"What's wrong?" Germany ignored France and China's shouts at him. "I haven't seen you act this way in years." Poland gave a small whine and tucked herself closer to the branch.
"Polen," Germany said. Moving slowly, he shifted to Poland's branch. "What is it?"
"Allemagne, it would be wise if you came down," France called up desperately.
"Maybe you should listen to France," Bulgaria noted. "She looks like she's going to fall off any minute."
France stared swearing in French and paced under the tree quickly.
"France, aru," China said warningly. France ignored him, whirling around.
"Pologne a été violée par Lietuva, (Poland was violated by Lietuva,)" France shouted.
The air was silent for the nations who could understand French. Lithuania looked up at his friend in horror. Germany was silent, staring at Poland. The female nation grabbed onto a higher branch and ragged herself up onto it. The other nations could barely understand the Polish she was spewing out.
"Bulgaria, France, get Poland out of the tree," Germany growled as he dropped several feet to the ground, landing with a loud thump.
"W-What about you?" Estonia asked, watching the larger nation move to leave.
Germany looked over his shoulder. "I have a War to kill," he said coldly. "No one touched my Poland and gets away with it." Finland let out a strange bark and bounded after Germany.
"Fine," Germany said. "You can come. But stay out of my way. I'm shooting this War if you're there or not."
France watched the two nations leave before he turned back to the tree.
"What did I tell you, Pologne?" he said. "Your lover is on his way to kill Lietuva."
Lithuania couldn't tear his eyes away from Poland. They were filled with sorry and worry.
"Liet," Poland whined.
"Po." Lithuania hurried to stand under the tree. "I'm sorry, Po. I'm so sorry."
Poland gripped the trunk tightly. "Utknęłam. (I'm stuck.)"
o)O(o
Albania rubbed his raw wrists, having just escaped from handcuffs. The nations had talked it over and had agreed in the end to lock him up. Apparently they had left one of the other nations to guard him.
Albania muttered a curse and stepped into the empty meeting room. He quirked an eyebrow at the open laptop. Moving forward, he studied it carefully. He pressed some buttons and scowled when the laptop requested a password.
"Password protected," Albania grumbled. "Why do they always need passwords?" He reached for the pockets of his jacket and groaned when he remembered he'd left it with Vietnam.
"Dammit," he swore, officially in a foul mood. "I hate it when I do this. Old style, then." Cracking his fingers, he sat down and began pressing random buttons. He grinned when a black screen popped up. He quickly began typing computer code, overpassing every password protected file.
"Reveal your secrets." Albania grinned and hit enter. The computer screen returned to normal, this time with dozens of files open.
"Çfarë Xhehennemi?" Albania clicked on a file and studied the information intently. "It's easy." He blinked. "All you need to do is remove those cells and implant them into the other body and they'll survive." He stared at the screen for several more minutes before paling.
"Oh Zot." He slammed the laptop closed. Standing and tucking the device under his arm, he froze at the sight of Việt Nam. The War had a pistol trained at his heart.
"Just witch the cells around you say?" Việt Nam grinned. "Thank you for that. I'll be taking my laptop if you please." She held out her hand expectantly.
"And if I refuse?" Albania rested his other hand on the laptop.
"Then I'll just have to shoot you, Việt Nam said cheerfully.
"You already plan to do so anyway," Albania pointed out. "If I give you the laptop I'll get shot. If I don't, I'll get shot. Do you really think I'm going to choose one of those two?"
"What other choice do you have?" Việt Nam scoffed. "I have you at gunpoint and all alone," she giggled. "No one is going to miss you."
"You have me at gunpoint." Albania rolled his eyes. "Very good. You are a very smart girl, Việt Nam. Now, I'd like you to think."
"About what?" It was Việt Nam's turn to roll her eyes.
"You are pointing a gun at a nation who has been in several prisons," Albania said. "Most don't want to admit that I managed to escape them, so they don't say anything. I have been kidnaped by mob bosses and I always put them back in their place. I have been chased all the way through Cairo by men who wanted to castrate me for what I stole. I have killed before for money and to escape someone. And I have done the worst things in the world.
"But there is one thing you never do."
"And what is that?" Việt Nam snapped. She blinked in surprise when found her own pistol aimed at her forehead.
"Back me into a corner and point a gun at me," Albania snarled. And he pulled the trigger.
)O(
Vietnam could only stare at the burning village around her. There wasn't a single villager in sight. Walking through the flaming huts, she froze at the sight before her. Việt Nam sat on the edge of a well, staring deep into the water.
"What are you doing here?" Vietnam demanded, planting a hand on her hip. "Haven't you done enough damage to my life already?"
Việt Nam didn't look up from the well as she spoke. "He loves you."
"What?" Vietnam scowled.
"The man who calls you 'wife'," Việt Nam said. "I see no memory of your marriage, but I can see it in his eyes. He loves you."
"We were never married," Vietnam huffed. "That was a ridiculous ploy I used to try and get him out of trouble."
"But you told him your past," Việt Nam commented. "And he told you his."
"That doesn't mean anything," Vietnam snapped. "That bastard China knows my past and he doesn't love me."
"But he told you." Việt Nam finally looked up from the well. "He told you his deepest secrete. The one no other will know. He asked you not to tell."
"So?" Vietnam crossed her arms and looked away. "No one could ever love me. I'd drive them away."
"He's coming for you," Việt Nam stated. "He is on his way to your house now."
"He . . . is?" Vietnam looked down at her left hand, the green stone glinting on the ring. "I-I didn't think he meant it."
"Tell me something," Việt Nam pleaded.
"What?" Vietnam looked at her doppelganger out of the corner of her eye.
"What is love?" Việt Nam wrinkled her nose in confusion. "I do not know what it is like, and I will never be able to experience it."
Vietnam stared at Việt Nam before she sighed and moved to sit beside the War.
"There are two different kinds of love," she said. "But there are two main ones. The love of your family and the love of a man or woman. I used to have a twin sister," she admitted. "South Vietnam. She was terrified of me at first. But after spending some time around me, she grew to love me. We used to play in the river together." She stared up at the sky dreamily. "Sometimes I think I can still her laugh in the breeze."
"But what is the other love like?" Việt Nam pressed. "The one you share with him."
Vietnam sighed, blowing a lock of hair out of her face. "Your heart flutters and your stomach flips," she says. "Sometimes all it takes is their name. When they stand by your side, you feel like you could do anything. You would do anything to save them."
"A name?" Việt Nam cocked her head in confusion. "How is that possible?"
"If you love them enough you know a name is more than a title." Vietnam glanced over her shoulder. "It's not just talking about that person. It's talking about the way they smile when they see you, or laugh when you tell a joke."
"That must be why he did it," Việt Nam mused. "Nothing could kill me until I met him."
"I still think he's annoying," Vietnam muttered. "I don't know how he deluded me into thinking I love him." She groaned and fisted her hair. "What do I do?"
"I will you with this." Việt Nam rose from the edge of the well. "Love him."
Vietnam looked up. "You're leaving?" she asked. "For good?"
"Not really." Việt Nam glanced over her shoulder. "I'll always be here. Simply hiding until we meet on the battlefield."
"I'll see you then," Vietnam said. "Hey, if you see South, could you tell her . . . I love her and I miss her?"
Việt Nam paused at the tree line and smiled over her shoulder. "Nhìn phía sau bạn. (Look behind you.)" And she disappeared into the shade of the canopy.
Vietnam looked over her shoulder curiously. A young girl stood several feet behind Vietnam. She grinned and held her arms up to the female nation.
"North!" the little girl cried happily.
"South!" Vietnam raced forward to scoop the girl up in a hug. "I missed you so much!" She tucked her face into South Vietnam's neck.
"I missed you too." South Vietnam grinned. "And now I get to see you again."
"I'm sorry," Vietnam whispered. "I'm sorry you had to die."
"It's okay," South Vietnam assured her sister. "I'm alright now. I'm not in pain anymore."
"Stupid bastard and stupid ideas," Vietnam muttered. She drew back to look at South Vietnam. "Have you been watching me this whole time?"
"Yep!" South Vietnam giggled. "I'm so happy you finally found someone."
"I didn't find anyone," Vietnam said in an annoyed tone. "He's annoying ass all can be and I don't want him around."
"You don't mean that," South Vietnam teased. "You like him and you know it."
"You're right," Vietnam groaned. "I like Albania, but I have no idea how to tell him that."
"Let me tell you a secret," South Vietnam said in a hushed voice. "Lean close and I'll tell you." Vietnam leaned closer to her twin sister. "You don't have to," South Vietnam whispered in Vietnam's ear. "He already knows."
o)O(o
Turkey grimaced when the jet hit yet more turbulence. The seven nations were packed tightly into the private jet, waiting for the long trip to California to be finished. Morocco had forced the nations to take Texas and Alabama back to the states with them. She had also left strict instructions to drop them off with the security waiting for their arrival.
Turkey cursed when the jet bounced again. He sorely wished his spine would finish healing already. Andorra sat beside Turkey, her hands over her eyes. She seemed to be singing something under her breath.
"Is somethin' wron'?" Turkey grunted. He glared when North Korea glanced through the doorway at the pair. Andorra opened her moth to say something and whimpered when the plane hit turbulence. "Ya don't like flyin', do ya?" Turkey sighed.
"No," Andorra said softly, shaking her head. "I hardly ever fly. It makes me nervous."
"Ya'll be fine," Turkey assured the small nation. "I could tell ya a story of when North Korea freaked out on his first flight."
"He, ez-ad!" North Korea glared back through the doorway.
"I-I don't know," Andorra squeaked. "Big Brother France likes to sing me songs when we're flying. I-It makes me feel better. Sometimes."
"I'm not very good at singin'," Turkey admitted. "Even Greece told me I couldn't carry a tune worth a damn. Then again, he was a bratty kid back then."
"You don't need to sing," Andorra said. She peeked one eye over a hand.
"We had a meetin' we all had ta go ta." Turkey grinned. "It was nothin' big, just some world fair convention at America's house."
"Turkey!" North Korea stuck his head through the door. "If you tell that story, I will rip you to pieces, ez-ad."
"Ignore him," Turkey continued without stopping. "Anyway, we're all on the plane when Korea asks his brother if he used the bathroom or not. We thought that was weird and America asked him why he said that."
"Turkey!" North Korea stormed up to the larger nation. "I'm warning you, ez-ad!"
"Again, ignore him," Turkey repeated. "Well, Korea shouted fer the whole place ta hear, 'the first he ever rode on a plane, he was so sacred he wet himself'." Andorra giggled, her hands falling into her lap.
"That's it, ez-ad!" North Korea dove at Turkey, wrapping his hands around the larger nation's throat. Turkey simply placed a hand on North Korea's chest and shoved the Asian nation away.
"So, we're flyin' and everythin' is goin' fine, and then we hit turbulence," Turkey said. "The flight attendants start goin' around and tellin' all of us ta buckle up. They get confused when they can't find North Korea anywhere. Korea eventually told them his brother was hidin' under the seat. It took nearly four hours ta talk him out from under it."
"You die today, ez-ad!" North Korea pounced on Turkey again and Andorra squealed in fright.
"What is going on in here?" Japan stood in the doorway, her arms crossed. "It is bad enough we have to be on a place for several hours, we do not need you fighting, Turkey-san."
"I didn't do anythin'," Turkey protested, practically sitting on top of North Korea to keep him in place.
"Then why are you sitting on North Korea-kun?" Japan asked. She ignored Australia when the larger nation tried to get her to sit down.
"Because he's tryin' ta kill me," Turkey pointed out. "I don't really feel like dyin' today." Andorra giggled quietly.
"North Korea-kun, why are you trying to kill Turkey-san?" Japan asked. "Aussie-kun, leave me alone."
"He was telling an embarrassing story, ez-ad," North Korea said, his voice muffled by Turkey's jacket.
"Everyone has embarrassin' stories," Turkey snapped back. "Ya just need ta get over yers."
"I do think you have gotten over your own yet, Turkey-san," Japan said with a mischievous smile. "Do you not still yell at Greece-chan whenever she tries to tell the story of the scorpion in your bed?"
"Shut up!" Turkey said quickly.
"A scorpion in your bed?" Andorra asked curiously. "But aren't those poisonous?"
"Evet," Turkey grunted. "Why do ya think Hungary but put it here?"
"Hungary?" Andorra cocked her head before smiling slyly at Turkey. "I like a brave man."
Japan covered her face and finally let Australia drag her back into her seat.
"Believe me," Turkey muttered. "A scorpion proves just how brave ya are."
"So . . ." Andorra leaned up to try and be level with Turkey. "Do you think I'm a scorpion?"
"Can I please leave now, ez-ad?" North Korea asked quietly.
"It's yer fault, velet. (brat.)" Turkey grinned and leaned forward. "Maybe ya shouldn't have attacked me."
"I am seriously regretting it now, ez-ad," North Korea muttered as he left the room.
Andorra took the opportunity to slip into Turkey's lap.
"Well?" she asked. "Am I or not?" She cocked her head to one side. Her blonde curls falling like a waterfall.
"Hayır." Turkey wrapped an arm around Andorra's waist. "Yer like a lioness."
Andorra pouted and leaned forward. "But I could be," she said. "If you wanted me to."
"I think I like a lioness better." Turkey winced. "They don't stin' ya when ya wake up in the mornin' and move around."
"You'd be surprise," Andorra breathed in Turkey's ear. She squealed in fright when the plane hit more turbulence and latched onto him, trembling.
"It's okay." Turkey rubbed her back. "Nothin' is goin' ta hurt ya up here."
"Unless we crash," Australia called over his shoulder. "Then something is definitely going to hurt us."
"I don't want to die," Andorra whimpered. "I hate planes. Next time I'm sailing."
"Sailin' won't get ya far," Turkey sighed and laid back down. "Trust me, flyin' is better."
"Big Brother Spain gave Germany a message," Andorra said softly, as though suddenly remembering it. "And Germany gave it to me to give to you."
"What is it?" Turkey yawned. "Ya put somethin' in my water, didn't ya, Australia?"
"Actually." Australia grinned. "Japan did. I'm just the collaborator."
"Sen, kazanmak onun kalbini kırmak ve ölürsün, (You win, break her heart and you die,)" Andorra said in Turkish. It sounded as though she had practiced it many times. "I have no idea what it means."
"It means." Turkey grinned sleepily. "I win."
o)O(o
Norway glared at the table laid out before her. Hangug had served lunch for the both. It could have been if nice if it hadn't been for one thing. Norway couldn't move. Hangug had placed something behind her head to support it while she was trapped in the chair. Apparently the War hadn't bothered to tell his fellow Wars he knew about a drug strong enough to block even Norway's magic. He also had some weird doll fetish. And Norway was never going to let Korea dress her up again. If he had tastes similar to his War, then he could go die in a hole.
"I'll be right back, da-ze," Hangug sang. He poked Norway in the nose and the nation desperately wished she could sink her teeth into his finger. She glared at the War as he disappeared into the other room.
It was several seconds before white sleeves suddenly covered Norway's eyes.
"Guess who, da-ze?" a voice whispered in her ear. Norway grunted, cursing Korea with every word from her language and several others in her head.
"That's not very nice," Korea pouted as he moved to stand before his wife. "I thought you liked me, da-ze." Norway glared at him, struggling to move even a finger. She flicked her eyes to the IV stand beside her. Korea followed Norway's eyes and cocked his head.
"What's that, da-ze?" he asked. Norway growled in the back of her throat, wishing for someone with an actual brain to enter the room.
"Korea, what is taking you so long?" Switzerland hissed through the door.
"Segishan can't move, da-ze," Korea whined.
Norway heard her cousin growl and Switzerland appeared in her vision.
"What is it?" he demanded. Norway glanced at the IV, groaning when she was unable to move. "Next time, use your brain, Korea," Switzerland snapped. He removed the needle from Norway's arm.
"What, da-ze?" Korea asked in confusion.
"Drugs." Switzerland held up the tube. "Your wife told you plain and simple and you were too stupid to listen." Korea's lower lip jutted out in a pout.
'I swear,' Norway thought. 'If he does anything stupid to me right now, he's not getting anything for a year.'
"You're mean, da-ze," Korea pouted at Switzerland.
"Get over it," Switzerland snapped back. "Life's not fair." He tossed his gun to Korea, who just barely managed to catch it, before bending over and folding Norway over his shoulder.
Norway blushed furiously, wishing she could pull down on her dress. 'Does he even know what this dress does?'
Korea cocked his head, nearly upside down, to see his wife's face. His eyes widened and he disappeared from Norway's view.
"What are you doing?" Switzerland demanded. Norway felt a blanket laid over her back. It covered her legs nicely.
'When did he get brains?' Norway wondered. She winced when a bullet flew overhead and buried itself in the wall.
"Verdammt." Switzerland glared over his shoulder. "We have company." Korea turned around and froze, the gun in his hand shaking.
"Annyeonghaseyo. (Hello.)" Hangug stood in the doorway of the kitchen. "I believe you have something that belongs to me, da-ze."
"N-No," Korea said. He frowned and tried to look braver. "Norway is mine, da-ze."
"Just shoot him and let's get out of here," Switzerland ordered, hefting Norway up on his shoulder.
"Why should she be yours?" Hangug crossed his arms and scowled. "It's not like you deserve her, da-ze."
"Yes I do." Korea shifted his grip on the gun. "I loved her first, da-ze."
"Love?" Hangug cackled. "Who cares about love? Has Norway ever told you she loves you, da-ze?"
Korea looked over his shoulder at his wife. "Yes," he said softly. "When I was dying, da-ze."
"When you were dying," Hangug scoffed. "Like that actually meant anything. Maybe you can return the favor, da-ze."
"What do you mean, da-ze?" Korea asked nervously.
"Verdammt, Korea," Switzerland growled. "We need to get out of here."
"You've got all the blood rushing to her head," Hangug pointed out. "Her heart was already strained with the drugs, now you've just doubled it." He raised his pistol and clicked the pistol off. "And there's nothing you can do about it, da-ze."
Korea froze at the sight of the raised his gun, his eyes widening in terror. The firearm in his hand rattled with his trembling.
Switzerland swung Norway down in his arms so he was holding her bridal style. He kept his eyes Hangug. The War fired a bullet next to Switzerland's head.
"Did I say to move, da-ze?" he snapped.
Norway gasped, her eyes widening. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest hard than it ever had before.
"That would kill her," Switzerland argued. "And you know it."
"Correction." Hangug raised a finger as if to make a point. "Is killing her. Her heart will fail in less than a minute, da-ze."
Korea's hands trembled with the weapon he was holding. His eyes harden as he stared at Hangug.
"Verdammt." Switzerland backed away toward the door. "Korea, we need to go. Korea . . . Korea?"
Hangug fired another shot at Switzerland. "Don't move, da-ze!"
"No more, da-ze," Korea said in a hushed voice."
"What was that?" Hangug said with a smirk. "Did the scaredy cat say something, da-ze?"
"No! More!" Korea suddenly rushed forward, driving the barrel of the gun into Hangug's stomach. "I said no more, da-ze." Hangug blinked in shock at the move.
"Korea," Switzerland said warningly.
"Get out, da-ze," Korea ordered Switzerland in a stern voice.
"Was?" Switzerland balked in surprise at Korea's tone.
"Get out, da-ze," Korea repeated, keeping his eyes on Hangug. Switzerland slowly backed out of the room before hurrying into the backyard.
"What are you going to do?" Hangug snarled. "Shoot me? I doubt you actually could, da-ze."
"That would be too nice," Korea said coldly. "I learned a thing or two from Aniki during the Korean War. It wasn't all 'hiding in the forest and shooting at the enemy', da-ze."
"Then what was it, da-ze?" Hangug's hand inched for the gun.
"It was being chased through the forest by Aniki and Russia until they finally shot me in the leg," Korea snapped. "It was dark rooms and painful memories, da-ze."
"So you're going to shoot me in the leg?" Hangug scoffed. "Pathetic, da-ze."
"Say that again, da-ze," Korea warned, digging the barrel of the gun harder into Hangug's stomach.
Hangug grinned menacingly and leaned forward. "You're pathetic, da-ze."
Korea's eyes darkened and his jaw set.
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Switzerland leaned back from helping his cousin's heart return to a normal patter. He was just about to look up when a strangled howl erupted from the house.
"What was that?" Switzerland whirled around on his knees. His eyes widened when an even worse scream pieced the air. "I knew I shouldn't have left Korea on his own." He looked down at the unconscious Norway." I guess I better go save him."
Switzerland moved to stand but froze when Korea appeared in the doorway. The Asian nation's eyes were filled with a dark look and his hands were clenched in tight fists. The sleeves of his hanbok were stained red.
"Korea?" Switzerland asked in shock. "What-?"
"We need to go, da-ze," Korea said sharply.
Switzerland watched the usually carefree nation stalk past him in shock. He had never seen this side of Korea before.
"Are you stupid?" Korea snapped over his shoulder. "We have to go, da-ze!"
"R-Right." Switzerland scooped Norway into his arms and hurried after Korea in the forest.
A/N: What did you think?
Mexican War – (1846 – 1847) America vs. Mexico
Casualties: 29,283
Results: American victory, Treaty of Guadalupe-Hidalgo, and Mexico recognizes Texas and other territories.
This was part of Manifest Destiny, America's goal to expand all the way across the continent. He gained Texas, California, and a few other states from Mexico after the war. Texas was actually split into different states once they agreed to join the US because the president decided it was too large to be a state.
So, we meant to do a RomaniaXBulgaria couple. But it didn't work out. I just wasn't getting anything from them. And suddenly we locked Israel and Romania together and we're suddenly getting something from Romania. -.- Weird.
After the Geneva Conference, Vietnam was split along the seventeenth parallel. The Viet Cong would cross down into South Vietnam and help the farmers with their crops. They scared the farmers at first, but the Viet Cong were nice to them. Their goal, though, was to get South Vietnam to become communist like them.