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A/N: Hey, everyone!
Well, our government is up and running again. After they raised the debt ceiling.
Our friend go sick last night so she couldn't hang out with us today. :( Normally that would mean we could play another chapter. But I'm too tired tonight. Sorry.
Enjoy! Please review!
War of 1812
1812 – 1815
America vs. England/Canada
America lay at the feet of his sister's doppelganger. The War had proven to be stronger than the superpower. She had easily overpowered America, throwing him around and even breaking bones. America could see a slight resemblance between South and Confederacy. The War was far more crazed than his sister, though, and was in the right mindset.
"You know, Honey," Confederacy said, holding America's beloved bomber jacket up. She had already crushed his glassed under her boot. "I always thought this thin' was disgustin'." America's eyes widened but he couldn't do anything as Confederacy easily ripped the jacket in half.
"Tell you what," Confederacy continued. She tossed the scraps of fabric aside and sashayed up to the badly injured America. Leaning down, she traced his ear with one clawed fingernail. "I secede." America's fist clenched and he made a sound between a whimper and a groan.
"Aw, what's wron'?" Confederacy cooed. "Did someone hurt you, Honey?" She grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged America to his knees. "Why don't you let me help you feel better?" America grabbed the War's wrist in a weak grip, tugging helplessly at her hand. Confederacy just cackled.
A small form leapt from a tree, landing on Confederacy's back and burying a bayonet in her shoulder. South flipped off and landed behind her brother. Hoisting a revolver into the air, she aimed it at Confederacy's chest.
"Well isn't that adorable?" Confederacy said, still smiling as she wrenched the bayonet out of her shoulder. "She wants to play."
"S-South," America muttered through a damaged wind pipe.
"Shut it, Yankee," South snarled. She pulled the safety back on the revolver. "I'm busy."
"What are you goin' to do?" Confederacy asked as she slowly waltzed up to South. "The yaller dog behind you killed you." She leaned in to whisper in South's ear. "He didn't even think twice about it."
South slowly reached up as if to smack Confederacy. Instead, she grabbed the War by the hair and slammed her head into the ground. The revolver was jammed against the back of Confederacy's head. Confederacy laughed as she looked up through blonde hair.
"Go one, Honey," she said gleefully. "Don't delude yourself. You couldn't pull the trigger if you wanted to. You can't even shoot a squirrel." South didn't respond, her eyes hidden by her hair. She placed the revolver against Confederacy's temple.
"Yaller dog," Confederacy cackled. She grinned wickedly at South. "Patch, ball, powder. Don't mess it up."
"Shut up," South said softly. "Just shut up. You don't know what you're talkin' about."
"Oh I think I do." Confederacy grabbed South's hand in a tight grip. "I was born from war and so were you. You can't deny it. No matter how much you pretend to love that big-bread basketed brother over there, you were born to kill."
South released Confederacy's hair and wrapped her hand around the War's throat instead. She lifted the War easily into the air.
"You say I was born from war?" South asked. "That I don't know love?" She tightened her grip harshly.
Confederacy laughed through the choking hand. "H-How could you?" she wheezed.
"I learned," South said gravely. "North taught me how to. But you're right, I was born from war. I was raised to kill. What makes you think I won't kill you?"
"You're soft," Confederacy said gleefully.
"I'm soft," South repeated. "I was born for war. I will never be able to love someone." She let the revolver fall to the ground. Leaning down, she retrieved the bayonet. "Is that what you really think?"
"Of course, Honey." Confederacy grinned wickedly down at South.
"That's too bad." South suddenly released Confederacy and drove the bayonet directly into the War's heart. Confederacy fell to her knees, a laughing smile still on her lips. Slowly, she looked up at South.
"Live on, Honey," Confederacy croaked with a smile. "Live and be happy."
South stepped back silently, wrapping her arms around her midsection.
"L-Let's meet again on the b-battlefield," Confederacy said. She fell back on the ground in a heap.
"S-South?" America asked in a wheezing voice. South slowly looked to her brother, her gray eyes slowly fading back to a gentle blue.
"Teufelhund!" Prussia's voice carried over the bog.
"America!" Canada's voice was quick to follow.
South glanced over her shoulder to see Cuba, Mexico, Austria, Prussia, and Canada racing across the marshland. Prussia looked at Confederacy with a quirked eyebrow.
"You killed her?" he asked.
Mexico leaned down to pick up the damaged glasses America had called 'Texas' for so long.
"I killed her," South said softly. Cuba gave her a strange look before he and Austria moved to examine America.
Canada found the scraps of America's beloved jacket. "Oh, bror," he said in disbelief. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
The jacket was a prize for America. Teddy Roosevelt had given it to him. It had originally been adorned with a '46' for the number of states he'd had. With every state joining the country, America had carefully ripped out the number and sewn a new one in. The jacket had been cared for dearly through its many long years.
America winced when Austria prodded his shattered knee.
"It's a considerable amount of damage," Austria admitted. "But we still need to locate the warehouse."
Prussia pulled South into a hug, whispering German comfortings into her ear.
"What are we supposed to do?" Cuba demanded. "Just leave him here while we go check it out?" Austria pursed his lips but didn't say anything.
"You could," America said through gritted teeth and a very sore throat. "The land will take care of me."
"Hija de puta," Mexico shrieked at her neighbor, brandishing the damaged glasses. "Thinking we'd just abandon you!"
"A-Aren't I annoying, though?" America asked.
Austria stood, brushing his knees off. "Prussia." He turned to his brother. "Could you possibly stay here with America and South?"
"Ja, sure," Prussia said, barely sparing a glance for his brother.
"Very well then." Austria turned to the other members. "We will go to the warehouse now. We should reach it by nightfall."
Canada looked worriedly at his brother before following Austria, the shreds of the jacket still in his hands.
o)O(o
Poland glanced up when Finland trotted through the bushes. The wolf-nation shook stray leaves out of her boat before going to lay beside China. She pestered the ancient nation until he grudgingly began to pet her.
Upon entering the camp, Germany made a beeline for Poland. Taking her hand, he dragged her into the forest. He didn't stop until they were surrounded on all sides by trees and no one could possibly see them. The female nation shivered in fear, tugging lightly on her hand.
"Polen." Germany finally turned to Poland and pulled her into a tight hug. "He's gone. He won't be able to hurt you ever again." Poland froze in his hug. "I'm sorry that happened," Germany said. Pulling back, he looked Poland up and down. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm alright," Poland mumbled, looking off into the trees absentmindedly.
"Poland." Germany turned Poland's face toward him with a finger on her chin. "I love you very much. You know I would never do anything to hurt you again."
"What about now?" Poland snapped before quickly blushing and looking down to the ground.
"Would I hurt you now?" Germany cocked his head. "Nein. I could never damage such a pretty face that I love."
"I totally betrayed you," Poland argued softly. "You shouldn't even like me anymore."
"You betrayed me?" Germany repeated, quirking an eyebrow. Taking Poland's hands, he held them to his chest. "Did you want to be violated?"
"Nie," Poland said softly, refusing to meet Germany's eyes.
"Did you love him?" Germany pressed as he twined their fingers together.
"Nie." Poland tugged lightly on her hands.
"Then why do you think you betrayed me?" Germany placed a hand on the back of Poland's neck. "Do you feel like you cheated on me?"
"You were, like, supposed to be my first." A tear slid down Poland's cheek. "Not that bastard."
"Your first?" Germany quirked an eyebrow before smiling softly at Poland. "Well, then, let's change the rules."
"What do you, like, mean?" Poland looked up quickly, confusion written all over her face.
"Instead of me being your first," Germany explained. "I will be the first to make love to you."
"Co?" Poland blanched. "Did you just, like, go poetic on me?"
"Nein," Germany groaned, tapping his forehead gently against Poland's. "I can still be your first. As in the first one who does not violate you."
Poland leaned forward and let her head hit Germany's chest. "Hug?" she asked.
"Hug." Germany smiled and pulled his fiancée into a warm, protective hug. "You have risen every other time, meine Phönix, rise again."
"Do phoenixes, like, get kisses?" Poland asked teasingly with a familiar glint in her eyes.
"As many as they want," Germany said before leaning down to kiss Poland on the lips.
"Ack!" A female voice suddenly squealed. "Sŭzhalyavam! (I'm sorry!)" Bulgaria stood behind the pair flushing furiously.
"What is it, Bulgaria?" Germany sighed, staring at the sky.
"Um, well," Bulgaria stammered. "France just wanted me to tell you that we're heading to the warehouse."
"Fine, we'll catch up to you," Germany said pointedly.
"Um, da!" Bulgaria turned and hurried away. "I'll go tell France."
"Shouldn't we, like, go with them?" Poland asked curiously.
"Ja, but I figured we'd let Bulgaria escape before we followed her," Germany said. Bending down, he folded Poland over his shoulder. "Now we can go."
"Co?" Poland panicked, kicking. "What are you, like, doing?"
"Relax," Germany assured his fiancée. "I'm just taking you back to camp, nothing else." Poland hung limply over his shoulder. Germany heard a mumbled 'cholerny heroic men'.
"If you want a hero," Germany said over his shoulder. "Go to America."
"Eh?" Poland squeaked. "You, like, heard that?"
"You mumble loudly," Germany pointed out. "I hear almost everything you mumble about. Including your grand idea to hold yet another 'female nation sleepover' at my house."
"You totally have huge rooms," Poland argued. "Your house is, like, perfect."
"I don't appreciate having nearly thirty women in my house all at the same time," Germany said as he finally made it to the camp. China looked up at smiled at the sight of Poland with Germany.
"Fine," Poland pouted. "I'll just, like, invite family and friends."
"Nein, that's the entire world!" Germany snapped.
"Alors, then you two have made up?" France asked. "Bonne, allons-y!"
o)O(o
Norway ignored the stares she got from passersby. She seemed to have gained confidence in the ridiculous dress. Netherlands and Switzeralnd had been unable to talk her out of. The dress was a dark blue with white sleeves. Both the sleeves and skirt were decorated with ruffles along the edges. A bow was situated on Norway's left hip. The three layers of ruffles caused the garment to puff out.
The sword Norway carried didn't exactly help her image at all.
Korea followed directly behind his wife, staring at the ground somberly. His arms hung at his sides, his hands hidden by the hanbok sleeves.
"M-Mrs. Norway," Latvia said from beside Liechtenstein. "D-Do you th-think perhaps you c-could change?"
"Why do you want me to change?" Norway glanced over her shoulder. "We don't have time for that."
"That dress is hideous," Switzerland said bluntly.
"I know that." Norway looked forward again. "But I don't care. It's time for war, not chatting about clothes."
"Denmark always did say she never cared about her looks," Netherlands grumbled, dodging people in the busy Chinese street. "He said she always concentrated on the battles more than anything else."
"It's their fault for noticing," Norway shot back. "Maybe they should be thinking about their pathetic jobs than trying to see if they can get my number."
"Segishan," Korea suddenly said softly. "You're being mean . . . and not very segishan, da-ze."
Norway stopped in her tracks, causing the nations behind her to run into each other. The female nation whirled around and planted her hands on her hips.
"This is war," she said. "What do you want me to be like? Someone who coddles others when they're scared?" Korea's lower lip jutted out and he turned away from Norway. Liechtenstein frowned when she saw tears in his eyes.
"Norway." Switzerland crossed his arms, an annoyed look on his face. "Your sweet and innocent husband just killed a man in cold blood. How do you think he's going to act right now? If he could be with anyone else, Korea would be clinging to China right now."
"What about me?" Norway snapped, stomping a foot. "I was just kidnapped and drugged. And now the drugs are making me sick to my stomach!"
"You're used to it," Switzerland said through clenched teeth. "You got out just fine after being kidnapped. You would have killed that idiot yourself if you could have. Your precious husband hasn't killed anyone since the Korean War." Korea made a small noise and turned around fully so his back was to every other nation.
Norway opened her mouth to speak before she closed it again and turned a delicate shade of green.
"A-Are you alright, M-Mrs. Norway?" Latvia asked nervously.
"I'm fine." Norway marched to a bench and sat down. "I just don't feel very well right now. I seem to be unable to keep quiet at the moment."
"Have you been having mood swings?" Switzerland asked her. The female nation gave him a look that said he was an idiot.
Netherlands quirked an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "I know what those mean."
"Pregnant," Switzerland said. Liechtenstein squealed happily and Latvia's eyes widened. Korea's head barely lifted an inch before he fell back in to a hunched position.
"Please excuse us." Norway rose and grabbed Korea's hand, dragging him through the crowd. "Go on ahead, we'll catch up!"
"Fine," Switzerland called back before leading the group ahead.
)O(
Korea stumbled after Norway, trying to keep up with her fast pace.
"I didn't mean to do it, da-ze!"
"Do what?" Norway glanced over her shoulder. Finding a café, she quickly dragged Korea to a secluded table in the shadows.
"G-Get you pregnant, da-ze." Korea wrung his hands fearfully.
"What did you think was going to happen?" Norway asked exasperatedly. "We were just going to continue living our happy little lives?"
Korea shifted nervously where he stood. "I thought you were mad at me, da-ze," he mumbled.
"I'm not mad at you." Norway pulled Korea into a chair, sitting across from him. "I don't really know what to think." She rested her hand on her stomach. "I've never dealt with children before."
"You'll be great, da-ze," Korea said with a small smile on his face.
"I will try," Norway sighed. "I can already tell he's going to be like you."
"Norway." Korea practically draped himself across the table, looking up at his wife sadly. "Am I a bad person, da-ze?"
Norway blinked before her eyes softened and she reached out to smooth Korea's hair down.
"Of course not," she said.
"But I killed someone, da-ze." Korea's lip quivered at the memory.
Norway looked around the café before sighing deeply. "There is no easy way to say this." She turned back to Korea. "Killing is a bad thing, yes. It hurts others but sometimes it must be done. War is one example of this. We would not win wars if we did not kill. Otherwise they would never end."
Korea cocked his head as he pondered the new information.
"When we nations go to war," Norway continued. "We fight to protect someone we love. I do not doubt Germany will kill whoever has taken his fiancée. You and your siblings will undoubtedly avenge China. Turkey and Japan are both worried about Greece. They will fight too."
"So . . ." Korea propped himself up on the table. "Since I'm a good boy, do I get a kiss, da-ze?" he asked mischievously.
Norway leaned forward. "Of course." She gave Korea a quick peck on the lips.
"Yay, let's go, da-ze!" Korea dragged Norway to her feet and down the street. His carefree nature had officially returned.
"Korea," Norway interrupted.
"What, da-ze?" Korea glanced over his shoulder.
"Do you remember your weird habit of carrying a change of my clothing everywhere you go?" Norway asked. Korea's odd habit had started when Norway kept forgetting to bring clothes when they stayed for one night out of the house.
"Yeah, what about it?" Korea looked Norway up and down and his eyes widened. "Oh . . . OH, da-ze!" He dragged Norway into a nearby shop on the busy street.
"I would greatly appreciate my clothes right now, Norway said dryly. "I'll buy you a new set when we get home."
"Yeah, but you need to change in the bathroom," Korea pointed out. "Unless you like-."
Norway slapped a hand over his mouth. "Just give me my clothes so I can change!"
"Okay." Korea removed a small backpack he wore under his hanbok and handed the clothes to Norway. "I only have sandals, da-ze," he said, holding out the footwear.
"I can wear these boots." Norway glanced down at the knee-high black lace-up boots. Taking the clothes, she headed for the bathroom. "And I'm not keeping the dress!" she called over her shoulder.
"Aw, da-ze."
o)O(o
Greece growled and yanked on the manacles around her writs. The two cuffs were held together by a six inch chain. Another set had been locked around her ankles. A tall, solitary window filtered the noon sun in. The dull yellow paint flaked off the old walls, littering the splintering floorboards that creaked.
"Ya really shouldn't fight me," Turkey's doppelganger commented as he brushed a lock of Greece's hair out of her face.
"Don't touch me," Greece snarled, yanking her head away and falling face flat onto the bed. She gave a muffled curse in Greek.
"Why not?" The doppelganger grabbed Greece's chin and forced her to look at him, "Yer mine."
"Why do you think, bastard?" Greece yanked the doppelganger's hand away from her chin. "And I'm not yours!"
"Why not?" the doppelganger demanded. "Ya wear my mark proudly. Ya've been wearin' it since I died." His fingers traced the back of the scarlet tulip-embroidered jacket Greece wore.
"Don't say that!" Greece suddenly pounced on the doppelganger. She struggled to straddle him while strangling him at the same time. "You don't know anything about who that's for!"
"Don't I?" The doppelganger gave Greece a feral grin.
Greece leaned forward. "Shut. Up." And she sank her teeth into the base of the doppelganger's neck. The doppelganger stiffened but Greece could feel a chuckle through her jaws.
"Is that supposed ta hurt?" the doppelganger asked. Greece pulled back, growling. She raised her hands, twining them together, and brought them down on the doppelganger's nose. The doppelganger yelped in surprise, his head jerking away from Greece.
"Kharestin!"
Greece scrambled off the bed and tried to run to the door. The move caused her to trip over the chains on her ankles.
"Reminds me of the night in the garden," the doppelganger chuckled. He moved to stand over Greece. "Ya tripped over the clothes and hurt yer arm."
Greece froze, her eyes widening. "Don't," she growled. "Don't you dare talk about him!" She lashed out, kicking the doppelganger in the knee.
The doppelganger fell to his knee with a grunt. The mask on his face clattered to the ground beside Greece. Where black eyes should have been were orange. Greece froze at the sight before her. She hadn't taken any notice of the doppelganger's red hair before. Slowly, she rose to her feet and backed away toward the door.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"I used ta be called Turkey," the doppelganger said as he stood. He towered over Greece easily, his orange eyes watching her. "When I killed my siblings, they called me Ottoman. Ya called me bastard and, later, Not a Bastard."
"Ottoman's dead." Greece's back bumped into the door behind her. "I watched him die."
"But I made ya a dyin' promise." The doppelganger moved forward to cup Greece's cheek. "I promised ta stay with ya. And I did. I was reborn as a cat, the one ya called 'Not a Bastard' for all those years. I watched over ya as much as I could."
"He died," Greece repeated. "Hades claimed his as his own. No one leaves the realm of the dead."
"Do I look like just anyone?" the doppelganger asked as he leaned down to whisper in Greece's ear. "Never leave their sides, but don't tie yerself down."
Greece froze, her eyes widening. Shakily, she brought her hands up and slammed her fists into Ottoman's nose again.
"Shut up!"
"Gah!" Ottoman rubbed his sore nose. "What was that fer?"
"You're dead!" Greece shrieked. "You can't be here!"
"Why not?" Ottoman demanded. "Do ya think I understand it? One minute I was dead, and the next I was a damn cat!"
"You're not real!" Greece whirled around and grabbed the doorknob, struggling to yank the door open.
"Knock it off." Strong hands grabbed Greece by the arms and dragged her back to the bed, throwing her onto the mattress. Ottoman sat across her hips to keep her from struggling.
"Let me go!" Greece attempted to punch Ottoman in the nose again. "Who are you?"
"Would you stop that?" Ottoman pinned the female nation's hands above her head. "I told ya, I'm Ottoman. What do I have ta do ta prove it?"
"Prove it?" Greece growled. "You could never prove you're Ottoman."
"Never?" Ottoman repeated with a smirk. "Not even if I gave ya mango honey?"
Greece stopped struggling and glared up at him. "Where did you learn about that?"
"From a little boy who fell in my garden and skinned his elbow," Ottoman said with a soft smile. "Ya were so upset that night."
"Stop telling me about that." Greece wrapped her hands around Ottoman's throat. "You're a liar!"
"And a bastard, and a heathen," Ottoman added. "Are ya goin' ta call on yer Spartan strength too? What about Hellas punch?" Greece opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted.
"Türkiye." Pratheṣ̄thịy opened the door, peering in. "What is going on in here, ana?" He froze at the sight of Greece attempting to strangle Ottoman. The doppelganger's orange eyes flicked to Greece and she could see the worry in them before they hardened.
"Damn brat," Ottoman growled, shoving Greece's head into the mattress. "Though she could beat me in a fight."
Pratheṣ̄thịy crossed his arms and scowled. "Maybe you shouldn't be watching her," he stated. "It seems like you've grown soft since you got her, ana."
Ottoman groaned and rubbed his eyes. When he looked up, he glared at Pratheṣ̄thịy with black eyes.
"Ya think I'm soft?" he repeated.
"I do," Pratheṣ̄thịy confirmed. "If you were still as strong as you were, you wouldn't be putting up with that treatment, ana."
"Don't tell me what ta do," Ottoman growled. Sliding from the bed, he towered over Pratheṣ̄thịy. He leaned down, bearing sharp teeth. "I don't like it. Not one bit."
"There are eight other Wars in this building," Pratheṣ̄thịy said smoothly. "We can easily take Greece away from you. Now, what are you going to do about her, ana?"
"I'll fix her attitude," Ottoman assured Pratheṣ̄thịy. "I've done it before, I can do it again."
Pratheṣ̄thịy quirked an eyebrow and remained where he was standing. "I'm waiting, ana."
Ottoman glared at Pratheṣ̄thịy before he turned around. He looked at Greece with sad eyes as he drew a gun from his belt.
"I would advise something less maiming, ana," Pratheṣ̄thịy advised.
"Ya don't want her dead, and ya don't want her maimed," Ottoman said. "Yer not leavin' me much of a choice here. Unless ya want me ta drug her?"
"Drug her all you please, ana." Pratheṣ̄thịy shrugged. Reaching for his belt, he unwound a whip and held it out to Ottoman. The realm sniffed before taking the leather. He turned back to Greece, letting the leather uncoil on the ground.
"Get up," he ordered.
"Why should I?" Greece growled.
"Because I told ya!" Ottoman grabbed Greece and forced her to stand, shoving her against a wall. "Move and ya'll regret it."
Greece glared down at eh floor, tears forming in her eyes. "Go to Hell," she muttered.
"Dilerdim, (I wish I could,)" Ottoman spat back. Greece heard the crack of a whip before pain hit her back. The female nation held back a whimper, pressing her forehead against the wall.
Ottoman raised the whip again and brought it down hard. He continued for fifteen lashed until the back of Greece's shirt was left in tatters and the nation could barely stand.
There was a click from the door being shut and Greece collapsed to the floor in a heap.
"Aw, Greecey," Ottoman crooned. "I'm sorry." He moved forward to carefully inspect Greece's back.
"Don't touch me." Greece jerked away, crying out when the movement caused pain.
"Did I ever listen before?" Ottoman asked. He scooped Greece into his arms and gently deposited her on the bed. The female nation stiffened at the sound of something unzipping on the floor.
"Relax, it's just some soothin' cream," Ottoman said. Something cool and wet brushed against Greece's back, gently smearing against her injuries. Greece hissed and clenched her hands into fists.
"What did I tell ya?" Ottoman demanded. His hand drew back and a wooden stick with an orange glob of something on it held before her nose. "Eat it."
"Why should I?" Greece whispered. "Are you going to poison me?"
"Have I ever poisoned ya before?" Ottoman asked. He paused. "Alright, I drugged ya . . . twice . . . and I tied ya up ta a bed . . . and shot ya in the legs. Okay, this is goin' ta be a tough relationship ta mend."
o)O(o
Romania pressed against the door, scrabbling to get purchase on the stairs. With the lone light bulb hanging by the ceiling, he could just barely make out Israel coming toward him. Belarus continued to place stones in difference patterns, chanting random words in Belarusian. Israel was convinced she was saying some kind of vampire slaying spell.
"Okay, I get it." Romania panicked, eyeing the stick of wood in Israel's hand. "No biting you. I get it. Just back off!"
"You bit me three times," Israel accused, brandishing the stake at Romania. "What makes you think I'm feeling forgiving?"
"Why do you think I bit you?" Romania demanded.
"Because you are trying to infect me!" Israel snapped. The wood stake missed Romania's nose by an inch.
Romania yanked his head away before grabbing Israel. He barely managed to keep his footing and they both tumbled to the floor. The male nation was quick to sink his teeth into Israel's already bitten neck. Israel wailed, hitting Romania on the back of the head. Romania winced but didn't release his grip. Belarus began to pick up in her chanting, pelting Romania with the stones.
The cellar door was suddenly ripped open, blinding the three nations with the bright light. A tall figure stood in the doorway.
"Chto?" Russia asked in shock. His eyes traveled from Belarus to Romania and Israel. They widened in horror and he turned around, his face pale white.
"Get him off me!" Israel wailed, yanking on Romania's hair. "He won't stop biting me!"
"What's biting who?" Bauhinia poked her head around Russia. Her eyes widened at the sight of Romania and Israel on the floor. "Māmā, they're doing things."
"Bauhinia!" Hong Kong yanked her daughter back. "What did I tell you about saying stuff like that?"
"Not to," Bauhinia sighed.
North Russia and Ukraine poked their heads around the corner. Their eyes widened and they hurried to free Israel. With Iceland's help, Ukraine was able to restrain the Latin nation.
"Hong Kong," Ukraine panicked. "Please get the handcuffs on him quickly."
"Fine." Hong Kong snatched the pair from Russia and locked them around Romania's writs. "At least he's not like that other idiot."
Israel sat up on the floor, tears in her eyes. She gingerly touched her neck.
"I'm bleeding," she whimpered. "Hashem help me, I'm going to die." Belarus and North Russia hurriedly knelt beside her.
"You're going to be okay," North Russia said soothingly. Taking out a handkerchief, she dabbed at the bite marks. "Romania hasn't exactly learned how hard he can bite."
"I think this calls for something, da?" Russia asked. One of his hands dipped into a pocket and he withdrew a familiar blue case. It was as small as his palm.
"Nu!" Romania's eyes widened and his struggling increased. "She was trying to kill me!"
"I have told you before, Little Romania," Russia said. "It is bad to bite people."
Approaching Romania, he pressed hard on the other's nation's jaw until Romania was forced to open his mouth. He popped the container open and took out a green molding of a jaw. Romania tried to jerk his head out of Russia's grasp and failed. Russia slipped the molding into Romania's mouth. The plastic fit perfectly, having been made specifically for him. The upper and lower parts of the 'jaws' were connected by a springy material. It allowed Romania to close his mouth, but there was no way he could bite anyone.
Romania jerked his head out of Russia's grip. He bared his teeth and snapped them together several times, shaking his head like a dog. Eventually, he fell to the floor and rolled over on the ground.
"What is that?" Iceland asked, his ears as tail twitching as he watched the 'tormented' nation.
"Little Romania bit me too many times during the Soviet Union," Russia explained. "And Little Bulgaria. So I made him a set of covers for his teeth. Now he cannot bite anyone."
Israel stood with Belarus' help, sniffling. Bauhinia looked over at her.
"Who are you?" Bauhinia asked.
"Bauhinia!" Hong Kong slapped her daughter upside the head. "You don't just ask that!"
"No, it's alright," Israel said, trying to smile. "I'm Israel . . . I'm a vampire now."
"Romania is not actually a vampire," Ukraine giggled nervously. "He simply as red eyes and a fang. In fact, his ancestor, Wallachia, had the same appearance." Romania froze in his struggled. He glared at Russia before snapping at the larger nation's leg.
"Please never say that name again," Hong Kong begged. "I hate it."
"Da, you are very scary, Little Romania," Russia giggled. "Now stop acting like a sobaka (dog) and get up so we can leave."
Romania growled and managed to snap his teeth closed on Russia's leg this time. Ukraine began to panic, trying to pull the handcuffed nation off her brother. Russia sighed and grabbed Romania to hoist him the air by an ankle upside down.
"Knock that off, da?"
Romania screeched, thrashing wildly.
"Perhaps he should take a nap." Belarus crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow. Romania glared at her upside down.
"Would you like to punch him?" Russia asked innocently. "We could play, how is it America says? Piñata."
"Russia!" Ukraine wailed. "You cannot do that to Romania!"
Russia shrugged and left the cellar, still holding Romania upside down. Northern Ireland balked at the sight of the other European nation in Romania's grasp.
"H-He's crazy," Israel whimpered. "You're all crazy. I want to go home!"
"We will get you home." North Russia patted Israel's shoulder consolingly. "For now, we must head back to headquarters."
A/N: What did you think?
War of 1812 – (1812 – 1813) America vs. England/Canada
Casualties: 19,921
Results: Neither side gained or lost territory (status quo ante bellum)
The Native American tribes fought on both sides.
Why does Cuba hate America so much and why does Florida hate Cuba? Well, Cuba is still communist and America is democratic. If a Cuban citizen steps foot on American soil, they are instantly an American citizen. This is due to the fact Cuba's society is very harsh because of their government. Fidel Castro at one point exiled all the sick and poor people out of Cuba. We took them in.
Sweden and Denmark have apparently had the most wars between each other in the world.
Did you know that the Hawaiian alphabet only has twelve letters?