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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2011 18:08:54 GMT -6
Her hands, normally so steady, so practiced, were shaking. Tears splashed down upon her hands and onto the counter. Without thinking, she kneaded the dough systemically, having done it more times than she can count, perhaps that was why she was doing it now. Yekaterina was in the kitchen of the manor, her back to the main vicinity of the room, and all of her focus was on her work. Basically, any sort of monster could waltz up and do her in but she wasn’t really thinking straight.
Adding a bit of flour to the dough, she greased it and set it in the a bowl and covered it with a towel to allow it to double. It was tedious work, making bread but, what else could she do? She was alone, tired, stressed, and could not stop crying. She missed her brother, her sister, and was scared beyond her wits and had been stumbling through the halls, clutching the heavy candlestick she had found to dear life to her breast, when she had found the huge kitchen. The cupboards, the shelves, and the double-door fridge were fully stocked, which was incredibly odd considered this was a mansion in habited solely my monsters craving blood…. and the fact that a fridge was a bit futuristic for the age of the house.
Kat didn’t pay too much attention to these details. Instead, she set the candlestick on the counter, donned a apron and set to work. Call it habit, a need to do something normal, or not knowing what else to do, Kat threw together the ingredients to make homemade bread into a bowl. Usually, Ukraine would be smiling and singing while she cooked but that was usually in her own home, with the windows thrown open so the day’s breeze could play in her hair, for the sun to warm her face, and for the birdsong with be heard loud and clear. Oh how much she wished she could be home….
A few more fat tears rolled down her cheeks and fell heavily upon her sleeve of her dance outfit. Dully, she lifted the corner of her apron to dab her eyes dry, though they wouldn’t stay dry for long. She remained still for minutes, waiting for her dough to rise, her hands clutching white-knuckled to the counter. Her arms was shaking and she stared at nothing till her vision blurred once more and the tears began again. By now, the dough had nearly doubled in size, which meant it was time to punch them down.
With shaking fists she beat the dough, her tears flowing uncontrollably down her cheeks, and her sobs breaking her voice. If only someone would come join her, like her brother! Her brother, who is so strong, would protect her…. This place it is too scary for her to be by herself. Beating the dough did little to make her feel better but… she needed to before she divided the dough to make the loaves.
“Maybe…. I’ll make some tea with my fresh bread… while it still warm…” her sobbing intensified and she continued with her work.
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Post by eduard on Jan 16, 2012 22:40:32 GMT -6
Estonia was standing in the hall, staring at his hands with a thick grimace etched into his face. He wasn't exactly sure how much time had passed since that event, but it seemed as though it had been enough for his hands and legs to heel, but staring at his hands now, they looked quite different than they had before. They were a bright red in coloring, and where they used to be soft, smooth, and seemingly baby-like in texture, (The only rough spot being a callous on his left middle finger.) they were now rough, scarred, and the skin had heeled in such a way that it made it nearly impossible to open either of his hands up all the way. When had the time passed? He couldn't even remember ever having been healed... He had heard that time was fickle, but this was just scary. Time had been flowing so strangely in the mansion he wondered to himself if it was just a part of his imagination, because his brain had been scrambled by Anu's deafening waves, or if the mansion's inhabitants really had more control over him than he actually thought. His heart suddenly thudded heavily in his chest at the thought. The thought that he might never escape the place alive. The thought that him and his friends would be trapped there forever with no way to get out. What kind of sick joke was this anyway?! Why would someone want to do this to them? Where they planning on allowing the nations to die so that their spirits would be trapped there forever? He thought about England. Was England really dead? Was his soul trapped in the mansion forever? He shuddered lightly, before the sound of whimpering caught his attention. Was someone being hurt? What if it was another monster?! Eduard pulled Anu's memory card out of his pocket and stared at it. "Hey Anu... What should I do? Should I go in and possibly get myself killed again to help another person?" He pulled the rifle from his back, and tapped the end of it against his palm, "Yes I know it's a bad idea but I've already came close to dying, and I'm seriously starting to wonder if actually dying is a better option than staying in this place!" He didn't realize that his voice had risen substantially, and he quickly lowered it in embarrassment. "I'm sorry Anu... I'll stay quieter next time." He blushed and then pulled the gun back over his shoulders and decided to move past the room. There was no use getting himself killed before he could ever find out if there was a way to escape or not. It would’ve been useless to have died anyway.
But as he passed, the smell of fresh bread wafted into his nostrils. Oh man. Those damn monsters were really trying to get him this time, weren’t they? What did the monsters think he was stupid or something? Just because his seeing was bad, and now his hearing leaved something to be desired, didn’t mean that his sense of smell was bad…. In fact his sense of smell was all that much better now. He slowly backed against the wall, and continued to sniff the air. There was nothing more welcoming than the smell of fresh bread. Back in Estonia this was the exact kind of smell that would make him act strangely, even to the point where he would sneak up to a person’s open window and sit underneath it for hours just because it smelled so heavenly.
His attention wasn’t drawn away from the bread until he could a familiar voice beginning to mutter to herself. It sounded an awful lot like Ukraine, but in a place like this, one could never be too sure, and Estonia wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out.
“What do you mean I have a shotgun?” Estonia stated to Anu, “Not l—” Why was he talking to a memory chip anyway? It wasn’t like a memory chip would do any better than he would. On top of that, it wasn’t like he was any good at shooting a gun anyway. But maybe if he could just… make himself look threatening, in case it was someone. Yeah! He could do that!
He let out a small breath of air, wiggling his arms slightly, before slipping the weapon onto his shoulders and holding it squarely out in front of him. He was going to get his hands on some of that bread, whether it was trap or not, he was so hungry he couldn’t even think straight anyway.
“Hey you in there I’d advise that you surrender yo—” Estonia had somehow pummeled into the room with courage that seemed more befitting to America, only to find out that there wasn’t a single monster in the room at all. In fact… there was no one in the room but Ukraine, and as far as Estonia could tell, Ukraine was in fact making bread.
She was making bread by herself… His eyes lowered, and he dropped the gun to the floor, feeling very stupid, and hoping she didn’t notice the gun in his arms. He hated this place so much sometimes. Sighing, he quickly shoved Anu’s memory card into his pocket and moved over to the Ukrainian, only to notice that she was crying. Why she was crying he hadn’t the slightest idea, but he kind of wanted to join her.
“Ukraine?” He said quietly, “Ukraine, are you okay? Do you need any help?” He glanced at her tears hitting the counter, then at the ones running down her swollen face, and another small sigh escaped from his lips, “I could finish with the bread if you want to take a rest...” What he really wanted to do was to give her a hug of some kind, but he didn’t want to invade her personal space with that kind of stuff… especially if her brother decided to drop by while he was doing it.
He wished he were better at this. He really did.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2012 12:00:38 GMT -6
The sweet, earthy aroma of the freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, but even its warm, comforting smell had little to no effect on Ukraine’s condition. Her tears hadn’t once lessened during the entire time while the bread baked and once she removed it from the oven, Kat found herself staring at the innocent loaves with a torn expression and quivering eyes. Her loneliness consumed her, and her only companion was the bread she had made; how could she ever consume even a bite? The thought felt like murder to her.
Her arms were locked upon the counter’s edge, supporting her torso’s weight and her head hung low, giving her tears amble ability to fall ever so close to the warm bread. Where was her sister? Her brother? Were they all right? Safe? And what about the remainder of the nations… The dismal thoughts made her head heavy and the only thing the Ukrainian woman wanted to do was collapse and close her eyes, not wanting to open them unless it was to the sight of her family.
She did nothing of the sort, her legs were frozen stiff and her senses were dulled by her sadness. Perhaps this was why she had no knowledge to the racket Estonia made when he arrived into the kitchen, or why her reaction time to his approach and words was slowed to that of molasses. Her head turned slowly to look upon him, watching his mouth move but hearing no words. When his mouth stopped moving, her gaze crept up to his eyes and she saw what probably was concern there, and she stared for a good few moments before reality hit her in a rush.
“EDUARD!”
In a flurry of movement, Kat threw her arms around the Estonian and held him with all her national strength. He was real! He was there! She wasn’t alone anymore, and she kept repeating this over and over into his shoulders, muffled by the fabric of his shirt and broken by her sobs. A flood of relief and happiness thawed her state of dulled frozenness and suddenly the smell of the bread and Eduard’s presence carried her far away from the horrors of the mansion.
Drawing herself finally away form Eduard, though keeping her hands firmly on his shoulders, lest she may actually collapse, she scanned his face with one of her brightest smiles. “Oh Estonia! I was so scared and alone! Now you here! Oh, it so good to see you! Have you seen my brata or sestra? Are you okay?”
Her words were hurried and excited and she didn’t give him much chance to answer before she jumped and suddenly interjected herself. “Oh Eduard! You hungry? I just made bread! It still warm! We eat with me with butter and tea, tak?” Her smile and renewed spirit failed to cease to flow of her tears, though now instead of despair, they were of pure relief and joy. Eduard probably didn’t know, but his stumbling upon her when he did most likely saved either Yekaterina’s sanity or life.
“Vhat you say, Eduard?”
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Post by eduard on Feb 1, 2012 13:36:25 GMT -6
If Eduard thought that he had frightened the Ukrainian with the way he burst into the kitchen, he was highly mistaken. In fact, her reaction to him seemed to almost be one of joyful merriment and happy surprise.
It was even more surprising when she wrapped her arms around him and tugged him into a tight embrace. This wasn't the very first time he had ever been hugged in this manner, but he most certainly wasn't very used to it, so he allowed the woman to sob into his shoulder, unsure of what to do himself, besides using the back of one hand to stroke her hair and the other he balled into a fist and used it to lightly rub her back.
But just as the Estonian was growing adjusted to her suffocatingly tight embrace, she quickly pulled away, “Oh Estonia! I was so scared and alone! Now you here! Oh, it so good to see you! Have you seen my brata or sestra? Are you okay?”
Eduard blinked. Of course his answer to all of Katya's questions were "no". But he really couldn't bring himself to say so. Not to her at least. Especially not when she was so worried about her siblings. His own issues were the least of her worries. Plus she didn't even give him a chance to speak before she was moving on to the next topic, which was fine with him, because he'd really rather not have discussed his injuries, or even how he seemed to be growing more and more paranoid the longer he stayed in the strange mansion.
“Oh Eduard! You hungry? I just made bread! It still warm! We eat with me with butter and tea, tak?" Eduard was indeed hungry, and he was very glad that she asked. It was the smell of bread that had attracted him in the first place, and had Ukraine not been cooking, it was more than likely he would've skipped right past the kitchen, missing her and comforting presence completely, and he didn't want that at all.
"Ah- I'm sorry Ukraine... I haven't seen your siblings. I- I haven't even seen either of my own siblings either." He moved his hand upwards to grab a hold of her wrist, "But I'd love to eat some bread with you. I haven't eaten in forever it feels like." Thinking about how long it had been since he had actually put any food in his stomach only made him all that much hungrier.
Eduard smiled weakly at her, and even though he wasn't saying it out loud, he had never been happier to see her. Well… of course he was always happy to see her, as she was such a bright and sweet individual, but to see her in this situation… it was probably one of the best things that could’ve happened. Probably one of the only good things that had happened since he was here in this damn mansion.
“And don’t worry about me… you look like a mess.” He leaned forward and used his sleeve to wipe her tears away, even though he was aware that they weren’t exactly crying tears anymore, but seemed to be more along the lines of the tears one would cry when they were excited or happy. A small smile formed on the Estonian’s face at this display. He had never really been so emotional himself, and in fact, it was quite rare to catch him crying, and if he was crying, then it meant that he was going through quite the ordeal.
But Ukraine was so open and for lack of a better word, cute, with her emotions, and Estonia was unsure if it were these emotions or if it was just who she was, but something about her made him feel safe. Which was strange considering her usual method of crying. But it didn’t stop Eduard from being so fond of her in the first place.
“I’m really happy to see you though! This could probably be the best thing that has happened to me since I’ve been here!” He didn’t realize how his excitement was growing at the thought of getting his stomach filled as well as getting to be with Ukraine the entire time? Man he could’ve sworn that this was some kind of reward from the house after having fallen for all of its tricks. Or maybe this was all a dream.
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Post by scotland on Feb 1, 2012 14:12:24 GMT -6
Scotland was getting sick of this mansion. Thus far he had been knocked out, woken up in a strage room, and pitted against a giant spider in a room that was on fire! Granted, he was the one who had it set on fire, but that's just splitting hairs. The worst of it all was, he couldn't seem to get a good grasp on time. How long had he been in this forsaken mansion?
The Scotsman's stomache growled loudly, protesting the lack of food. He hadn't eaten during the short time they were actually having a party. He should have saved the liquor for later. He was starting to regret not breaking off a few parts of that spider to munch on. That eyeball had been mighty tastey, to be honest. "Fuck, Mah belly's gettin' powerful pissed at me, innit?" he asked, even though there was no one around to respond. What he'd give for some haggis, or hell, even something England cooked.
Speaking of, where was that british bastard? Scotland searched high and low but still couldn't find any of his brothers. What if they'd been caught by another of those giant spiders? Or something even worse that lived in this blasted manor? God, what if they were dead! Scotland would never forgive himself if that happened. No, they were going to be just fine. There wasn't a man or beast that would get between him and his brothers and get out alive.
But still, damn his hunger. And that delicious smell wasn't helping it! Scotland stopped and blinked. Why hadn't he noticed that earlier? A delicious smell meant food. Scotland crept up on the room where the smell was coming from, and hovered outside, gripping his claymore tightly. It could be a trap. But the rumbling in his stomache just wouldn't have it. Scotland whirled around, putting himself infront of the doorway, and looked in. "Oh thank God!" he exclaimed, shouldering his claymore so he could sheath it properly. "Ye dinnae ken just 'ow bloody relieved Ah am. Ah haven'a seen another person in...Well, Ah dinnae have a bloody clue, t'be honest!" How long had it been since he and Spain fought that spider?
The redhead took a moment to look at the faces. Estonia didn't really stand out to him. Just some fella with glasses and a rifle, nothing really extraordinary. But when he took a proper look at Ukraine, that was when it happened. That nymph-like figure. That adorable, beautiful face. Those large, jiggly -- Scotland could hear the chorus of the angels. Power flowed through him like molten lava. He could feel his muscles bulging, ripping away at his feeble leather armor as a lightning bolt struck him, only adding to his surge of ultimate power!
Scotland blinked, then looked around. Huh. What made him imagine that? He probably needed to lay off the whisky...Nah. Still, he had to admit, she was one hell of a woman, whoever she was. "Ah don't suppose y'could share some o' whate'er it is yer cookin'. Ah've not eaten properly since Ah got t'this God fersaken place." He asked hopefully. Fawn over the woman later, his belly needed food.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2012 22:28:46 GMT -6
Ukraine just nodded as Eduard spoke. It saddened her slightly that he had no news for her of her family but his presence was, at the moment, good enough for her especially when he said that he would eat with her. Oh, how she loved company! And cooking for people! She was suddenly very glad that she had made so much bread, because Eduard certainly looked hungry and she had a high belief in feeding people till she made sure they were full!
“Oh! Vell, as long as you here, I am…Eduard! Your hands!”
Kat’s gaze caught hold of Estonia’s hands when his had gently gasped around her wrist and what she saw made her gasp. Estonia’s hands had always been so nice, so soft but now they were raw and red and looked as though they may be very painful. Kat frowned, and looked back up at Estonia “I happy to see you too, Eduard but vhat happened?”
Ukraine would have continued, asking Estonia even more questions and even offering her aid to relieve his pain if he had any, but she was interrupted by a sudden ruckus by the kitchen’s main door. At first, the possibility that their visiter could be a monster of some sort and Ukraine felt the cold grip of fear catch her throat with a gasp and she stepped closer to Eduard. However, instead of some bloodthirsty demon looking to ravage their flesh for sustenance, the tall figure of a red-haired man entered the vicinity of the kitchen.
He was handsome to say the least; this was easy to distinguish even from afar. He carried with him a huge sword of some sort and was wearing quite strange clothes…. But, Kat was so glad that he wasn’t a monster! Releasing her tight grip on Estonia a bit, she leaned towards him and whispered softly, “Едуард. Хто це?” She chose to switch into her native language not only out of habit, but because she knew that she still had to be weary of the stranger, which is why she couldn’t look away from him.
This all changed of course and she swept her worry out of the window when this man expressed his hunger. Now she had two hungry men on her hands and she was not going to let them remain this way for long! Breaking herself away from Eduard, really giving him no time to answer her whispered question, and stepping slightly towards the odd man, she painted a big smile upon her face and said, “Oh! Tak you can eat! I feed you both! No vorry no more, tak!” With that said, she began to serve up the warm bread, fetch the butter form the counter and she would have to make tea….
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Post by eduard on Feb 8, 2012 2:04:36 GMT -6
Eduard hadn't even noticed he had revealed his hands to her until she had asked. He could feel his eyes widen as he pulled them to his chest, his heart pounding rather quickly as he tried to come up with a way to explain what had happened.
"W-well I uh... I..."
But whatever the Estonian was hoping to say to Katya was cut short by another presence in the room. A presence that seemed... He tilted his head backward, remotely and utterly disinterested in Ukraine or himself. His mind tried to register who this person was, but it wasn't until he heard the rather heavy Scottish accent that he was sure of who the other was.
. "Oh thank God! Ye dinnae ken just 'ow bloody relieved Ah am. Ah haven'a seen another person in...Well, Ah dinnae have a bloody clue, t'be honest!" Well maybe Eduard was being a bit harsh in his original evaluation. But when had Eduard ever exactly been right in his first evaluation of someone?
...Actually he was right most of the time. He felt himself huffing as the other's eyes scanned past him and straight towards Ukraine. Figures. So much for heaven, hunh? But there was some good out of this. Meeting Scotland here meant that one less nation was hurt or dead, and for that Eduard could forgive the Scot's somewhat brash behavior. Eduard was a mostly forgiving person anyway.
The train of thoughts pulling through his head didn't allow for him to notice the proximity in which Ukraine had pulled herself to him, and her voice lightly brushing over his ear gave him slight goosebumps.
“Едуард. Хто це?”
Even though Eduard did not speak Ukrainian, he spoke enough Russian, as well as having experienced enough Ukrainian and Belorussian over the years that he was able to piece together an answer for her question.
"Mr.Scotland." He uttered to her right before she tugged away, leaving him to wonder if she had even heard him at all, but regardless of that, she would probably find out soon enough, because as far as Eduard could tell, the man was quite the work of art wasn't he? Not that being charismatic was a bad thing, it was certainly something he himself didn't possess, but it definitely did a rather good job at catching a person's attention, that was for sure.
“Oh! Tak you can eat! I feed you both! No vorry no more, tak!” Estonia watched as the woman began to bustle around the kitchen with a tiny smile beginning to push onto his face. But instead of leaving himself useless and watching her do everything herself, he allowed himself to find some glasses in a small pantry, before moving to the sink to wash them, the ice cold water feeling quite heavenly on his chapped fingers.
He knew how much Ukraine enjoyed tea, and even though he himself enjoyed coffee more, he certainly would've enjoyed anything that even remotely reminded him that he wasn't trapped in some... demented house.
Once he had finished washing the cups off, he set them in a line on the counter, smiling to himself as he began to wonder if it was even possible for them to brew tea. Would a place like this even have tea? He supposed it was more likely that the place would have tea than soda, but maybe Katya had something else up her sleeve.
As much as Eduard wanted to scold himself for thinking so much about food in a time like this, he just couldn't help it. His body felt quite weak, and he was having trouble focusing on anything but that which he knew would bring him comfort.
"Anu..." He uttered to the microchip in his pocket, "We're in for an extended stay, aren't we?" He then glanced back up at Scotland and Ukraine, hoping they weren't aware of his rather unique friend. He then shut his eyes and sighed, before moving to Ukraine to see if she wanted more help.
((Fuhhh. I tried guys. I really did, but my writinguse has been biting me in the butt the past few days. ;v;" I hope you like it anyway!))
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Post by scotland on Feb 12, 2012 15:51:11 GMT -6
Scotland watched the two countries whisper amongst each other. The woman kept kept her eyes on him, which was fine, because he'd kept his eyes on her too, though probably for different reasons all together. For a moment, he wondered if he'd interrupted something.
“Oh! Tak you can eat! I feed you both! No vorry no more, tak!”
Whoever this woman was, she was some sort of angel. "Thank ye kindly, Lass." The Scotsman replied. He watched the woman spring to life, her male friend following after. He was almost at a loss for what to do, but figured it would at least be best if he washed a little. Lord knows what nasty things that spider left on his hands. He waited for the man to finish cleaning glasses before he went about to washing his hands. Simply out of habit, he splashed some on his face and rubbed more on the back of his neck before wiping his face off on his arm.
Scotland silently wished he had his whisky flask with him, but then, this wasn't a time to be drinking. Still, he could take a moment to rest. He unslung the claymore from his shoulder and rested it against the wall, before taking the seat closest to it. He was happy to have actually found normal people.
Though he didn't have a clue as to who the woman was. Scotland didn't have much contact with Eastern Europeans apart from the Baltics, thanks to Arthur hogging all the U.K.'s foreign relations.. "By th'way, me names Ewan. Ewan McLelland. Ah'm th'country o' Scotland" he greeted. "Ah'm lookin' fer me brothers. There's three o'them: Finny, 'Ow'll, an' Arthur. A've ye seen any o'them by chance?" he asked hopefully. Those three lout had him worried sick.
"Finny looks loik me, 'cept 'e's shorter an' 'is 'air is longer. 'Ow'll an' Arthur 'ave blonde 'air, but we all got th'same eyes." he further explained. They probably knew who Arthur was, but then one could never be too sure.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2012 12:44:46 GMT -6
Kat rummaged around in the cupboards until she finally found some tea bags and after quickly finding a kettle, she filled it with water and set it to boil on the oven. That done for now, she placed her finger thoughtfully against her lip and pondered at what else she could do... ‘I have two hungry men to feed… they need more than bread!’
Giggling to herself, she went over tot eh fridge and began to rummage thought the oddly large mass amount of food until she found a huge hunk of cheese, a large kovbasa (garlic sausage), and a carton of eggs. ‘Oh! I serve these with some eggs!’ If she had a little more time, she would have made at least deviled eggs but hard boiled would have to do and she filled a pot with water also and set it to boil.
It was then that she realized that Mr. Scotland was talking and was in fact introducing himself to Eduard and her. Smiling brightly and hold a knife to cut up the cheese and kovbasa, she extended a warm hand in greeting to Ewan and said, “Oh it so nice to meet you, Mr. Ewan! I be Yekaterina Braginskaya! You may call me Kat for short, everyone do. I Ukraine”.
She was going back to her slicing while she listened to Scotland’s plight about if either of them had seen his brothers. As he described the, Kat tried to rack her brain for some sort of recognition but… unfortunately she wasn’t the best with faces and none of the names he mentioned sounded familiar. All this talk of siblings made her think of her own lost family, and she sighed and frowned as she looked back at Scotland.
“I sorry, Mr. Scotland… I no see none of your brati… I vas looking for my brata, Russia and sestra Belarus vhen Eduard found me here”. Smiling up widely at him, in order to reassure him in some way, she continued, “ I sure you find then, tak?”
That she went back to quickly cutting up the entire length of the kovbasa and the entirety of the cheese, arranging them perfectly on a plate, and adding it to the table with the boiled tea and boiled eggs. Looking down at the table, she was glad to see a small feast in this house of horror.
“Ok good! Eat now! “
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Post by eduard on Feb 20, 2012 15:38:24 GMT -6
What was the worst news a person could possibly ever give someone? Estonia knew what that news was, and he also knew what it was like receiving it. But never before had he ever been the one to give it to someone. He didn't know what it was like to tell someone that a person close to them had died, and that he had seen it with his own two eyes... What was even worse, was that England's body had seemingly vanished into thin air. So when Scotland asked if either Eduard or Kat had seen any of the British brothers, the Estonian's stomach began to churn. Images began to fill his mind of EEOS using his nimble and powerful legs to jump into high into the air, before his long sharp claws sliced through the thin skin covering England's jugular, before the Englishman fell to the ground, his entire body going cold within seconds, his vivid eyes going a lifeless green. Eduard's own eyes lowered to his feet as tried to think of what to do next. On one hand, he could tell the Scotsman exactly what happened to England and how his body had magically vanished when he wasn't looking, leaving behind a trail of blood that the alien saw fit to use as its own goddamned drinking pool! But he had heard that British people could be quite... stubborn. What if Scotland didn't believe him and thought he was crazy?! Eduard really didn't want to be called crazy, nor did he want Scotland to not believe what he had to say because he thought that Estonia was some kind of psychopath. On the other hand, he could've kept quiet about it. He could've just told Scotland what he had told to Ukraine, that he hadn't seen any of his siblings and left it at that. Say that he hadn't seen England, Northern Ireland, or Wales and leave it at that. It seemed a lot easier than facing any consequences he'd have to pay personally if he told. It was the cowards way out, no doubt, but Eduard couldn't lie. Not about something like this... He just couldn't. Estonia began to nervously chew on his lip, shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying to not look suspicious, knowing that he was failing miserably... But there was one thing that disappointed the Estonian quite a bit, and that was that he had lost his appetite. He knew that he wouldn't be able to touch his bread with his stomach churning over and over in the way that it was. He'd probably end up simply regurgitating it all and looking even more suspicious. He would just have to tell. He just couldn't live with the guilt of having knowledge like this without telling. He just couldn't. It wouldn't have been fair to Scotland at all. "Uhm... M-Mr. Scotland?" Eduard uttered, moving over to the man, his footsteps sluggish and deliberate, "I... actually have seen England...b-but..." He felt his throat begin to dry up and his heart rate speed up exponentially, "T-there was thi- and I..." He felt himself stumble over trying to find the right words to say to Scotland so that the news wouldn't come as a total blow to the man. Heck he knew that the English and Scottish didn't really get along as a whole, but after all, they were brothers... And brothers, whether they bickered or not... were still brothers. "We were pitted in this game together and I'm... I'm sorry Scotland, but England was killed. Th- this monster c-came down and… sliced his throat. I uh... t-think it was fast.” Eduard knew he was blowing it. You can’t just tell someone that their brother has been killed and expect it to go over easy with them. It just really didn’t happen. Or at least that was what he thought. But at least it was out in the open now. He had done his duty in telling the truth. Which made him feel a bit more at ease with what he had witnessed.
He did know however, that he had completely lost his appetite, and he didn’t know if he’d be getting it back.
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Post by scotland on Feb 24, 2012 2:00:53 GMT -6
Ewan watched the strange woman bustle around the kitchen and couldn't help but smile. She was a kind lass, she was. Bubbly and full of energy. The kind of girl he'd been urging Howell to chase after. Damn it, that little bugger had better be allright. Though he tried to be equally loving, Scotland couldn't deny that he had always liked Wales the most out of all his siblings.
Scotland was quick to grasp Ukraine's hand and give it a firm shake. "Good ta' meet ya'! Kat, eh? Tha's a braw name, fer shur." he replied, grinning widely. She had a bit of a funny accent, but then, he supposed he didn't have much room to talk. Though in his personal opinion, there was nothing wrong with the way he spoke. It was everyone else messing up.
“ I sure you find then, tak?”
Ewan nodded. "Aye, lass, Ah certainly 'ope so. Those three, they innae too smart, an' they can be a pain in me arse, but Ah 'spose tha's just part o'bein' th'eldest." he replied, tilting back in his seat. "Ah swear, when Ah find 'em, Ah'm goin' t'hug 'em t'death...Then knock 'em upside their bloody 'eads fer makin' me worry loik some old dotterin' fool." he vowed.
"Uhm... M-Mr. Scotland?"
Ewan turned his head to look at the blonde, spectacled man making his way over. Scotland didn't recall catching his name, but maybe he'd just been occupied with the pretty lady. "Aye? Whut can Ah do fer ya', lad?" he asked casually, leaning back farther in his seat, his arms resting behind his head. After a moment, he reached into his pocket and plucked out a cigarette to put in his mouth.
, "I... actually have seen England...b-but..."
Scotland had just struck a match and was going to light his cigarette. He quirked a brow at the young man even as he waved out the match and took a puff. "What are ye stutterin' fer, lad? Ah'm no' goin' t'pop y'one." Strange, he'd been speaking clearly just a moment ago. Scotland wondered why he was suddenly stuttering. As the young Baltic continued to struggle along, Scotland brought the cigarette up to his lips for another round with his good friend nicotene.
"We were pitted in this game together and I'm... I'm sorry Scotland, but England was killed. Th- this monster c-came down and… sliced his throat. I uh... t-think it was fast.”
The cigarette fell from the Scotsman's hand straight to the floor, and the chair's front legs returned to earth not a moment after. Ewan looked at him at first as if he'd just slapped him and called him a purple chicken, before the full impact of what he'd said set in. England had been set in a game as well...
"Oh mae God... Oh mae God..." The Scotsman felt sick to his stomache. Quickly, he rose to his feet, almost stumbling, and staggered to the sink. He held himself as he wretched up what little was actually in his stomache, mixed with tears that were beginning to fall. "No...No...No! Damn it, NO!" he shouted, swinging at the wall, completely oblivious to the red marks forming on his knuckles and the cracks forming on the tile. "Fuck it, no! Shit! SHIT! God dammit, why!?" he cried, arms stretched out to support himself against the wall he had just been punching, before slipping down to one knee. "Arth'r...They killed Arth'r...They killed me li'lle brother...Me li'llest brother... Damn it, I was s'posed to keep 'em safe! That's me job, innit!? Ah'm th' oldest!" He rose a hand to whipe his tears on his sleeve, before looking at Estonia, rage and sorrow burning in his watery, reddening eyes. "Who did this!? Who was it!? Ah'll tear tha' fucker in two!" he demanded in a roar, his voice booming throughout the room.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2012 9:27:27 GMT -6
Kat’s day was turning into a fantastic one! There was good food on the table, she had handsome and good company with her and there was the illusion that they were no longer is a monster inhabited house, but in one of their own, sharing each other’s time and company. It was making her very happy. She was slightly humming to herself, there was a smile on her face and she was fixing and managing the food placements upon the table and straightening the plates and silverware when she noticed that Eduard had walked over to Scotland and beginning to speak. She paused and listened.
"I... actually have seen England...b-but..."
Kat blinked in surprise; Eduard had seen one of Ewan’s siblings. She noted how his composure had drastically changed and how his words resembled when he spoke to her brother, fearful. Straightening while a small frown replaced her smile, she was about to make her way over to the Estonian, when his word made her freeze, her mouth going agape.
"We were pitted in this game together and I'm... I'm sorry Scotland, but England was killed. Th- this monster c-came down and… sliced his throat. I uh... t-think it was fast.”
The room went silent save for Kat’s gasp, the bang of Scotland’s chair against the ground, and the small thud of Scotland’s cigarette striking the floor, both of them were staring at Estonia. Kat brought her hand up to her lips in horror and astonishment, her eyes wide and face suddenly much paler. A few seconds went by before her attention was diverted towards Scotland who was finally beginning to react to the news and was doubled over to the sink. Kat was about to numbly walk over to comfort him but she jumped back with a squeak when he began abusing the wall, his heavy cursing making her flinch.
Backing away from the grieving Scotsman and coming up to Estonia, she lightly placed one of her hands upon his cheeks and another upon his shoulder, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes had begun to water, her emotions easily malleable by other people, and she stared into Eduard’s.
“Is it true?”
The question was more rhetorical than anything but she didn’t know what else to say. Biting her lip and blinking, tears already welled up in her vision, she bowed her head and once more caught sight of Eduard’s hands, which were still red and inflamed looking. She paused for a moment before quickly jerking her head up to re-meet his gaze; she figured it out. Just as she was about to speak more, although she wouldn’t know what to say, Scot’s voice suddenly boomed into her ears and she turned towards him; his tone was that of a broken, torn, enraged man ad his expression rightly fit.
"Who did this!? Who was it!? Ah'll tear tha' fucker in two!"
As much as Ukraine didn’t like swearing or violence, her heart quivered at Scotland’s expression and her own fat tears spilled down her cheeks. Slowly she went over to kneel beside him, making sure to stay of range of his maddened fists. Gently she placed her hands on his shoulder and back in a comforting; almost hug, though she didn’t want to go any further because… well truthfully a grieving man was a dangerous one. She wept alongside him, her bottom lip bitten against any sounds she might utter, as she slowly rubbed his back. She wept for him, for the fallen England, the thought that if a strong country like England can fall, that means any of them could, and she cried for Estonia, and her still-missing siblings….
Kat turned her head to look up at Estonia, her eyes bright with tears though they were wide. Her expression was not one with an accusing gaze or anger, but of concern and bottom-line, fear. Her happiness was sapped away with Scotland’s tears and all was left was a sickening, cold hollowness in the pit of her stomach: fear. They, as countries, could die in this place…. They were no better than humans. She shivered at the notion, at the reality and she showed all of her fears to Estonia, and she dared comfort Ewan a little more tenderly, though she had no comforting words for him. Seriously, what could she say? There go their appetites….
~~ I gave you the 'ukraine color' Est xD Just so it's better distinguishable in my post
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Post by eduard on Mar 4, 2012 10:17:40 GMT -6
If Eduard had originally thought he was doing the right thing by telling, he certainly wasn't feeling his decision by now. The room had fallen silent for a moment while everyone focused upon his revelation, and Eduard himself had his eyes trained somewhat awkwardly on the Scotman's cigarette, only to watch as it plopped to the ground by his feet. Eduard brought his eyes back up to meet Scotland's to see that at first there wasn't anything in them, before they overwhelmed Eduard with what was inside of them. Eduard felt himself take a slight step backward, his eyes wide in watching the reaction of the other nation. They grew even wider as Scotland shoved past him to throw whatever may have been in his stomach into the sink. It was so strange how a few words could create such a reaction. Eduard couldn't peel his eyes away until a certain Ukrainian was standing in front of him, her own eyes filled with shock and worry. "Is it true?"
Eduard looked down at his shoes. What, did she think he was lying about what he had seen? Estonia was many things, but he certainly wasn't a liar... Of course he knew she didn't mean it that way... but what kind of trick would this be? Eduard liked to play jokes as much as the next person, but this kind of joke...? It was highly inappropriate in a place like this. Maybe it had just taken the young woman by surprise was all. He didn't even know why he was freaking out so much. He wasn't the one who had just lost his brother, nor was he Ukraine, who was prone to crying in the first place. He couldn't just regurgitate his food (Or lack thereof) into the sink. He he had to act brave for the both of them!
Or at least, as brave as he could be. He didn't know exactly how brave he could be watching a somewhat tough looking guy like Scotland completely break down. Heck, when the other nation began to swing his fists one by one into the kitchen tile, all the while letting out strings of curses and obscenities, Eduard wasn't even sure if he could be brave. It was quite frightening to see someone break down in that way. Eduard knew from the sounds of the tile breaking, that Scotland would probably be feeling that later. Whether or not he would be bleeding, that was another story entirely. Eduard felt so helpless, and as much as he did want to help... Ukraine had beaten him to it. She had dared to walk over to the other nation and lightly hug his back. She was such a good person... Eduard felt terrible for thinking poorly of her, and decided to himself that he would be making up to her later. "Who did this!? Who was it!? Ah'll tear tha' fucker in two!" Suddenly however, a full set of eyes were upon him again. Eduard felt himself shrink down a bit as he attempted to keep himself composed. Ukraine's fat tears were enough for him, but seeing Scotland's as well, and knowing that they both wanted him to regurgitate a somewhat upsetting memory... Well it caused his inner Latvian to arise from within and he was shaking somewhat violently. "Scotland it... Was a monster." He ran his burned and blistered hands through his hair, "I-It looked like an alien a-and these skeleton things called it "EEOS". I-I am not sure where to find it b-but..." He stumbled over to the table and slid down into a chair, trying to divert the eyes that were focused upon him. "First it attacked England... A-and I couldn't stop it!" Overwhelming guilt washed over him. Guilt for ruining Ukraine's lunch, guilt for thinking badly of her, and most of all, guilt for not having been the one that stopped EEOS from killing Scotland's baby brother before even giving him a chance to fight back.
He glanced towards his pocket and placed his fingers lightly over Anu's memory chip. Why was he shaking? He was supposed to be the most composed of his brothers, and here he was, shaking out of his wits. "I had come so close to killing the alien myself..." But you weren't strong enough... The voice in his head immediately echoed,"I-I had set the entire room on fire even!" There was no way out, and yet you still blew it? Eduard sighed lightly, trying to ignore the thoughts that were pushing through his head. "But at the last minute, the game had ended and-" He choked up, realizing that he was probably going to start crying himself, "I'm sorry I let this happen Mr. Scotland.."
((Yeah sorry about my boring posts. eue))
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Post by scotland on Mar 23, 2012 10:38:17 GMT -6
Scotland felt the gentle hands him, and he reached up, clasping the small hand on his shoulder with his much larger one. In spite of his booming threat, tears still streams down his face, and his head hung dejectedly. He couldn't save his brother. His youngest brother. What good was a man who couldn't protect his own family?
"First it attacked England... A-and I couldn't stop it!
The celtic man didn't respond, and probably wasn't in a state where he could, at least not in a coherent voice. The woma- Ukraine, who he'd been ogling not ten minutes before was now the only source of comfort he had to cling to.
"I'm sorry I let this happen Mr. Scotland.."
Scotland whiped his eyes on his arm and looked at Estonia weakly. "It-It innae yer fault, lad..." he assured him in a weak, cracking voice. God, he needed a drink. He couldn't think of anything else to fall back on besides the lovely lady next to him, and he suspected he was already close to breaking her hand. Releasing her from his grasp, Scotland staggered back to his feet, almost stumbling back up against the counter so he could start rummaging through the pantries.
"...Where were it when it 'appened?" he asked weakly, pushing bottles of cooking oil and canisters of spices out of his way, looking for some sort of alcohol. There may have very well been alcohol somewhere in the kitchen, but all he'd found here was a bottle of real vanilla, and damn it, he wasn't inclined to look any further.
Bottle in hand, Ewan mindlessly wandered back to his chair and collapsed in it. Uncapping the bottle, the scent of vanilla flooded the room as he brought it to his lips and tipped it to the sky, chugging as much as he could before he had to come up for more air.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2012 22:09:38 GMT -6
At that moment, this red-haired man really remembered her of her dear brother, Russia. He little brother was such a tender, loving man but history had been hard on him, as it had been hard on her, because of his bosses and the Bolsheviks and Mensheviks of the most recent century. Many a time Ukraine could recall her comforting her brother as e had cried into her shoulder. He was one of the strongest countries, he was in fact the largest and yet, he was probably one of the most sensitive. People offered called him crazy, a statement Kat took resentfully, but she knew that it was slightly true. Her brother had been warped, and some say it had affected her as well: cold, smiling eyes with a gun and a sense of no mercy.
Scotland, however, was crying out of pure pain and grief, ad Ukraine cried along with him, tough silently. Is grip was painful but Russia’s was stronger and Ukraine was used to the pressure. She listened to Estonia, every chilling, tragic word. Even when Scotland moved off and began rummaging through the cupboards, Katyusha remained in her kneeling position, stunned by the fact that a country had been killed. Humans died every day, but now countries. True they weren’t immortal, but they could live for thousands of years, herself included. That fact alone, terrified her to the bone.
Looking up, she noticed how distraught Estonia looked and he truly sounded sincere and seriously, she could not think or what Estonia could do. England… had been so strong, yet he was killed from what sounded like so easily. Standing, she numbly walked over to Estonia and embraced him, placing her chin on his shoulder, and stared with sad eyes at the door while her tears flowed down her checks. She was terrified, they all were, and she hoped that one of the men knew what to do, because she did not.
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