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Post by Scotland on Jul 30, 2013 17:48:28 GMT -6
The halls were silent now; no screaming of pained nations or creaking of floorboards could be heard as each step was taken. Each step the lanky nation took was silent as if he was floating down the hall. Scotland glanced over his shoulder behind him with each step as if expecting something to break the silence at any moment. The hairs on the back of Hamish’s neck stood on end, a hand cover his mouth trying to quiet his own ragged breathing. Fingers of his free hand were wrapped in a vice grip around the pole to his scythe keeping the tip of the blade pointed in front of him.
Scotland couldn’t remember how long he had been trapped without the walls of this manor. It had been so long he could hardly remember what it felt like to have sunlight against his pale freckled skin. What floor was he even on? Was there an exit to this place or would he spend the rest of his days wondering the hall until he gave into the madness? The fear of dying within these walls were becoming almost too much for the Scotsman to handle anymore. This was not the first time the redheaded nation felt near death but this time was different from back in his youth. Nations were killing each other here, all nations might have had their hands soiled in history but this was different. If a nation came to end him was he going to be able to take their life to save himself? Images of his family dying flashed through his mind making the large male’s chest grow tight and his pupils dilate.
Giving a small shake of the head Hamish tried to force the thoughts out of his head as he rounded the next corner. His legs begged him to stop but this was not the time to rest if he didn’t want to be found by one of the creatures hiding throughout the manor. Maybe if he urged his body to move for a little longer he would be able to find a familiar face or even an escape.
Reaching a fork in the hall Hamish peered around both ways trying to decide where each might lead. Looking from the left to the right his eye caught sight of something moving down the hall. Was it a creature or was it a nation? Scotland removed the hand from his mouth and wrapped it around his scythe as he prepared himself to attack. If it were one of the damned creatures out for him he’d end them before they had a chance to strike. Moving down the hall after the movement he lifted the scythe preparing himself to strike once he closed the distance. As the distance was closed the Scotsman pulled the blade back. A menacing grin was from ear to ear as he swung the scythe at the figure.
The blade cut through the air as Hamish realized that what stood before him was not a monster it was a fellow nations. His normally harsh green eyes widened twice their size. What was he doing attacking someone like this? Pulling his arms toward his body he angle the blade so it collided with the wall instead of the tanned flesh of the man. Stepping back he looked the man over, Scotland wasn’t familiar with many nations but this was a face he knew as often an alley of war.
“Weil if it isnae th' Ottoman Empire!” The relationship wasn’t a close one between the two causing Hamish to tighten his grip again. His green eyes narrowed and he watched for any moment.
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Post by Turkey on Aug 23, 2013 12:52:52 GMT -6
A growl emerged from the Turkish man's throat as his brown eyes scanned the hallway. He was getting agitated, and that was never a good thing. This place, this accursed hallway was the fault. It seemed like he had been wondering this same hallway for ages; he had even turned around and headed back the way he had come from.
Still he wandered. Looking for a sign, any clue along the wall to show that he had passed this way before, but there were none. The sconces along the walls were the same distance apart and there were no distinguishing features to be seen. No doors, no windows, nothing to say this part of the hallway was different than the part he had just walked from. Even the carpet was in impeccable condition, clean as if someone had just steamed cleaned it. Growling again, he knew he had to do something. He would not let this hallway drive him insane when nothing else had proven capable of doing so.
Placing his hands on his hips in frustration, there was something on his left hip. Looking down, he blinked at the sword he carried. An idea came to him and he almost smiled. That was the answer to his predicament. Drawing it, he watched the light shine off of the metal in some places, but there were places where no reflection shown whatsoever. Around the hilt was dark, dried blood that he had failed to clean off after the incident with the raven. Disgraceful.
Vowing to clean it first chance he got after leaving this never-ending hallway, Sadiq carried out his plan. Lifting up his left hand, he made a small slash across the palm of his hand, only deep enough to draw blood, not enough to render the hand useless. Watching the blood well in his palm, memories came back of all the other times he had drawn blood. Shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts, he smeared the blood on the wall. It would make the perfect marker to show if he was going in circles or not. Walking ten paces forward, he turned around and walked back and checked the wall…the blood smear was gone. Checking his hand, there was still blood on it, so he couldn’t have been imagining it… which was entirely possible here. The only explanation he could think of was the wall had absorbed it. That did not make him feel better. Swearing under his breath, he started back down the hallway. It wasn’t long before he felt a presence behind him. Moving carefully, he dodged at the last second and turned around quickly to see that the other person had pulled their swing.
Sadiq’s eyes followed the curve of the blade down to the handle and past the arm that held it to the face of the Nation that had almost attacked him. Scotland. Just what he needed.
“Weil if it isnae th' Ottoman Empire!”
Growling at the name, he shook his head and clenched his fists, feeling the blood slipping between his fingers of his self-inflicted injured hand. Making himself calm down, he frowned once he felt able to talk without growling at the man.
”How many times I gotta tell ya, it’s the Republic of Turkey now. Get ya damn facts straight.”
Seems like the endless hallway combined with hearing that name again really had his temper on edge. His accent was slipping worse than usual. He just needed to get out of the stupid hallway. Turning to look at the weapon again, he kept his instincts up.
”You always go about attackin’ fella’ Nations here? Not a good way to start. One of them just might hit back if ya end up hurtin’ ‘em.”
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Post by Scotland on Aug 26, 2013 14:00:20 GMT -6
Even though he wasn’t considered a young nation Scotland wasn’t familiar with many nations and if he was it wasn’t uncommon that he referred to them with their empire name or called them the children of an ancient, such as calling North and South Italy the children of Rome, instead using the nation’s human name or the current title of the nation. It was rare if he knew the name of a nation that he was closely related to. Sometimes he didn’t refer to a nation by name to anger them but often times it was he couldn’t quite remember their name. In Turkey’s case it was often the former, Scotland felt a slight thrill seeing the tanned nation grow annoyed when addressed as the Ottoman Empire.
The darkness ever present within the manor was starting to get to the ginger nation some making him grin ominously and his green eyes appear as cat eyes. He could feel some of his control spilling away, Scotland was converting back to his younger days when he was territorial and attack any nation who set foot upon his land. Scotland wasn’t close to many other nations and avoided them but he could feel the need to behead any he came across begin to grow.
A shit eating grin came to his face hearing the growl admitted from Sadiq’s throat. How could such an old nation always fall for these childish taunts?
”How many times I gotta tell ya, it’s the Republic of Turkey now. Get ya damn facts straight.”
Turkey was in fact a nation Scotland did have respect for, he survived what might kill younger nations and he once stood as an empire like England but he still found himself looking for buttons to press. The two nations seemed to always know what to say or do to upset the other. “Och sorry ah forgot ye'r weak nou, nothing mair than a fly compared tae whit ye wur.”
Lowering the scythe Hamish moved forward and began to move around Sadiq in a slow circle as if he were trying to inspect the nation. He sniffed the air as he closed the space between them.
“Is that a threat?” The redhead moved behind Turkey and took another deep breath leaning in toward his ear, “Ye reek o' blood mibbie ah shuid watch mah back.” He made sure his hot breath brushed against the tanned skin before taking Turkey’s ear between his teeth.
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Post by Turkey on Sept 4, 2013 0:50:54 GMT -6
It wasn't necessarily that Sadiq was ashamed of his past, but hearing himself be called Ottoman had a lot of emotions connected to it. There were moments of happiness like the thrill of conquering a new nation; there was sadness in losing hard won territory and great leaders. There was embarrassment and grief and the internal pain him and his country fought to keep the occupation out and the resulting conversion of the declining Ottoman Empire to the new Republic of Turkey . He had worked hard to show his conquering days were behind him and he wanted to improve relations; he didn't just want countries to be afraid of him. Being called Ottoman again after nearly ninety years of being someone else was an insult, at least to him. It showed it didn't matter what he had done, it would never matter. He would always be seen as the country that couldn't modernize and became the sick man of Europe. Sure, it might mean they remembered when he was strong, when he kept nations from the dark ages. That someone remembered that ottoman had made a difference in the world ...but most times it was used as an insult.
“Och sorry ah forgot ye'r weak nou, nothing mair than a fly compared tae whit ye wur.”
Gripping his fists tighter, he could feel the hot blood on his hand and he pulled the fist up to look and see what he feeling was. The actions caused more blood to come out and drop down his hand and his writs. It was also that he hated, being called weaker just because he wasn’t a great empire anymore. Sadiq preferred to think that his strengths lay in other areas now instead of where it was before. Why that was considered weaker? Was it weaker? Someone had once told him that strength was not just about the physical…but who was it. Someone with dark hair he had cared about, but now, in this place, the vase was blurry as if he was having a hard time imagining it.
Forgetting.
“Is that a threat?”
His lip twitched he flung his hand out to the side, droplets of blood flying from his hand and landing on the carpet in spatters. Sadiq could care less that right now he was leaving a blood trail that any ravenous monster could follow. It just wasn’t fair. ”It’s a promise.”
“Ye reek o' blood mibbie ah shuid watch mah back.”
The Turkish man stayed perfectly still as the man moved, waiting to see what he would do…and he wasn’t disappointed. The man did pull a stunt. First the hot breath on his neck and then the nibble on his ear, he’d had enough. Elbowing the man behind him hard, he moved away and let his lip twitch again as his eyes narrow. Figured Scotland would pull a stunt like this. As much as he wanted someone to come by earlier, things change. Now he just wanted to be left alone.
”Can’ ya just leave me the hell alon’
Lifting up a hand, he dug his fingers lightly into his forehead to massage it. The hand dripping blood was still driping it onto the floor, but it was slow now. This wasn’t going well, what was going on? That’s all he wanted to know. Why?
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Post by Scotland on Sept 5, 2013 13:29:03 GMT -6
The fresh blood was starting to scent the room and drawing the attention of the Scotsman. Unconsciously Hamish sighed pleasantly as the scent reached him full force, his eyes darted over Sadiq’s body looking for the cause of blood. When green eyes caught sight of the blood trickling down the tanned skin staining the carpet below Scotland could feel the need to taste the crimson liquid. The already harsh green eyes began to slit, Hamish’s eyes were that of a predator watching its prey before dealing the final blow. Hamish couldn’t focus on anything but the bleeding hand, slivering out from inside his mouth the wet pink muscle traced his lips. An endless pool of ideas of how to get even a small taste of the life giving liquid began to flood the ginger’s mind. The concern of being trapped and hunted was just an afterthought compared to his thoughts of what sort of pleasant taste would be attached to Turkey.
Growing wide his eyes tried to follow each droplet and see where it stained the carpet below. At his sides his hands twitched wanting to reach out and try to catch one of the drops and lovingly lick it from his skin. Hamish knew better than to drop his scythe and go after the small amount of blood but his mind still demanded he catch it. Watching each droplet combine with the carpet Scotland felt as if Turkey was pouring wine on the carpet, letting it go to waste.
”It’s a promise.” Hamish snickered and looked at Sadiq with eyes challenging the tanned male to keep his promise. The nation had yet to attack him making Scotland believe that even with that statement Turkey was just merely trying to frighten him into being obedient.
Noticing how still the Turkish nation stood as he circled the tan and moved into tease the skin, Scotland almost wanted to reward the man for stilling and allowing him to do as he pleased. That thought vanished as he felt an elbow impact with his stomach. The tight grip on his scythe was loosened letting the weapon fall as he arms coiled around his frail frame and his body collapsed in on itself. Scotland didn’t want to give Sadiq the pleasure of hearing his pain so he bit down on his lip. The sharp teeth ripped the flesh causing blood to trickle down his chin. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes but he kept his head low to avoid allowing the Turkish man to see the pain he caused.
The pain was still present but Hamish wasn’t going to let Sadiq leave without getting what he wanted. Releasing his stomach he grabbed the bleeding hand and brought to his mouth. Darting out of his mouth his tongue ran over the wound tasting the small amount of blood still pouring from the wound. The small taste only made the Scotsman want more so he could taste more of the unique flavor that was Turkey’s blood. Keeping a tight grip on the tanned wrist Hamish began to run his tongue over the flesh making sure to get any blood present. The slow careful movement could easily be described as loving as Hamish seemed to almost explore the flesh learning each crease and scar.
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Post by Turkey on Sept 23, 2013 16:54:27 GMT -6
During the wars, the colonies and territories under his control were known to call Sadiq jumpy, especially during times when surprise attacks were most likely to happen; jumping and growling at every shadow. He was also jumpy when fighting was going bad, not many wanted to be around him at this point. He also lost his temper a lot easier and was more apt to punish those under his control. It wasn’t fair to them, but it was what happened. He knew he had punished Romania unfairly a few times, and he had done the same to others when things went bad at the end wars. It was this mental state that he had fallen back into after rubbing his forehead. He had closed his eyes to hopefully calm himself down, but that didn’t last long.
Without warning, he could feel his nerves acting up, he could feel things looking at him. It was this feeling that he was left with when he felt something grab his hand and start licking it. Jerking it away, he stared at the redhead and just blinked owlishly as he looked around.
“just leave me ….God, someone’s watching us….I can feel it.”
Pulling even more away, he flattened his back against the wall and looked both directions. He couldn’t see anything, but there was something there, something watching them both; and perhaps waiting for their guards to be dropped so they could attack. Digging his hands into the walls, his knuckles were white from the strain and his pupils were wide, taking in a lot of light. The paintings and the on the walls and the shapes in the carpet took on an ominous look, death and disaster were everywhere he could see. Was there something hiding behind the paintings? Lying in wait behind the doors to jump out and kill them? He needed to get out of the hall way, needed to leave now.
“Behind the doors, the paintings, they’re there, waiting. I’m so sick of this place, the death, the fighting, I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep fighting for something that seems unwinnable. Just leave me alone.”
Turk made no attempts to move towards or away from him, he was paralyzed.
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Post by Scotland on Sept 23, 2013 17:51:12 GMT -6
Having his prize snatched away caused Hamish to admit a low growl, he had just began enjoying the unique tasted. Scotland waited a moment expecting a smack to come following his odd actions but the pain never did present itself. Something was wrong with the Turkish man. In the little interactions they had through the years Scotland found every button, flipped every switch that would make the man break away from his normal attitude but this was different. The owlish stare wasn’t the kind of reaction he was looking for or even wanted. Anger or disgust was what he had been aiming for with his actions but this just made even the odd nation feel uncomfortable.
“just leave me ….God, someone’s watching us….I can feel it.” The words made the hair on the back of his neck stand but yet he didn’t feel any presence but their own. Every muscle in his body tensed and his hands found hold of the scythe once more, turning his knuckles ghostly white, readying himself to strike down what Sadiq had discovered. Nothing dead or alive was giving off any feel to make him feel he needed to choose fight or flight to be able to survive. At home he was used to things that went bump in the night, the foreign sounds around the castles located on the mountains throughout Scotland were almost a comfort for the redhead. If there were ever a night of just silence he wouldn’t sleep, he would stand backed into a corner ready to lash at anything that might be waiting. Being in the manor did frighten him a bit more than what he found at home since death was possible if not emanate when confined within the walls. Even so slowly he felt his body relax and his grip loosen.
It appeared to him the manor was claiming another victim in the endless game it had created. The panic stricken eyes were not something he associated with Turkey. No this was a man he respected and knew had the skill partnered with the mind set to cut nations down in order to survive. If someone so strong was the second victim he saw taken by the manor what hope did he have? His mind wasn’t a steel trap, no his mind was fragile and didn’t deal with emotion as well. Was the manor making a game of causing him to watch those he care for struggle? Was this mind game going to be what brought down Scotland? He wasn’t sure how to deal with what happened around him. The tanned man appeared to be a frightened animal trying to back into a corner as its senses went wide.
Once again his grip on the scythe slacked letting hit clatter to the floor next to him. Holding a weapon wasn’t the best way to deal with a scared animal. Taking slow easy steps he closed the space between them. Keeping his movements slowed as if trying not to scare the tan nation with any sudden moves Hamish wrapped his arm around the man’s head and pulled into against his chest. Bony fingers stroked through the hair and while the other hand rubbed soothing circle against the muscular man’s back. “Shhh, Sadiq thare is nothin' thare. Ah promise nothin' is waiting aroond th' neuk.” The normal harsh angry tone was replaced by a caring one. Keeping his voice soft he tried to speak in a soothing voice. This tone was usually reversed for his siblings when they were sick or injured. It wasn’t often he allowed himself to be gentle with anyone even his own family.
“If ye gie in noo ye'r letting thaim win. Ye'r pure tough. Dinnae ye hae someone ye loue waiting fur ye at hame?” Scotland was sure the large man had someone at home he had to return to. What better reason was there to live then be able to go home and see the face of family or even a lover? Even in his own life no matter how often he found himself fighting with his family they were his everything, seeing them still was alive was the only purpose his life had anymore. Giving up in this hellhole wasn’t an option for him, he had to pretend to be strong just long enough to make sure everyone he cared for lived past him.
A soft smile appeared on Scotland’s thin lips and his green eyes watched the top of Turkey’s head. “Ah cannae forgive masell fur allowing yin o' mah idols tae die,” Hamish kept his voice soft not sure if he wanted Sadiq to hear the embarrassing statement. His arms began to uncoil from around the older appear man as he looked down to see what he had been holding against his chest.
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Post by Turkey on Oct 18, 2013 23:36:21 GMT -6
Living for decades and centuries was a blessing and a curse. Years passed in a blink of an eye without warning, seeming as if only seconds had passed. Time had seemed to work differently for nations than it did for humans, but no longer. Now they were on a familiar playing field. They could all die easily as a leaves did when the weather turned to frost and they crumbled with the merest touch. Week or strong, all leaves succumbed to the same fate in the end; broken in pieces on the ground and stepped on by any careless passerby.
Sadiq had seen many of his friends fall like dominos, one after the other in an endless stream of blood and death. His friends had also vanished in front of his eyes, the only assumption that could be made was that they were dead...Japan, Greece, even Katya had vanished. Mexico was killed in front of him, he could still see the dripping blood and could hear the sharp crack of bones.
In the back of his mind, in the part that was still thinking clearly and hadn't been taken over by paranoia, these were the reasons that lead to this freak-out.. Along with the manors malignant influences of course. But during times of high stress, reasons played no role in automatic reactions of the sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems.
Sweat ran down the back of Sadiq’s tan neck, the skin shivering slightly where it touched. The tiny hairs all stood on end as his heart thudded in his chest, audible to his own ears, and probably to Scotland too as he wrapped an arm around Sadiq. Tensing in anticipation of the unknown reasons behind the redheads actions, it took his brain a few minutes to catch up with the situation. No pain wracked his body from the firm touch, nothing but just being held. What was the point in Scotland doing this?
“Shhh, Sadiq thare is nothin' thare. Ah promise nothin' is waiting aroond th' neuk. If ye gie in noo ye'r letting thaim win. Ye'r pure tough. Dinnae ye hae someone ye loue waiting fur ye at hame?”
Hearing those words, he shook his head. Memories flooded though his mind. All the arguing, fighting, attempted death assassinations on both sides, it had all ended badly. While he was friends with most of them now, he could still feel that underlying resentment most of the times. Sadiq knew he could be imagining it, but it was still a wall that kept them from being as close as they could be. They all had places of their own and nobody stayed. Nobody, there was… ”Nobody. Never stay, always leave me alone to my thoughts and actions.
He needed to get a hold of himself. This wasn’t the way he usually acted; but then again, what about this situation was usual. Slowing his breathing down to a normal pace, he focused. He could still feel like someone was watching them, but the breathing exercise was helping him control his paranoia. Once he felt able to, he pushed himself away. He didn’t hear Hamish’s last comment.
”I’m good, its good. We need to find elsewhere to go.”
He needed out of the hallway, and needed out now. It was…something brewing, something coming; he could feel it in his bones. He didn’t possess any magic, but somehow he knew. There were goose bumps on his arms and the feel of the malignant atmosphere in the air intensified, the malaise settled over his skin and dug into his skin. Grabbing Scotland’s hand, he pulled the fiery redhead towards the stairs, they need to try to out run whatever was coming, and they needed to move fast.
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Post by Scotland on Oct 29, 2013 15:50:30 GMT -6
Whatever was within this manor seemed to enjoy watching the once strong nations crumble and turn against each other. Would the manor ever grow tired of watching the nations slowly lose all hope or would it just find new ways to toy with them? It seemed possible that the forced within manor would continue to find things to raise their hopes just to once again crush them leaving the nations devastated once more. If the nations managed to destroy a monster it almost felt as if another came to take the place shortly after making the nation’s small victory utterly worthless. There was not victory to be had within the mansion, just loss, everything was to be lost.
With the time spent within the manor the dark presence seemed to power the dark emotions hidden inside nations. Voices began to appear inside his mind, taunting him and tempting him with allowing his emotions to be in control of his actions. “You’re brothers are probably dead and you did nothing to save them,” the voice seemed to always try to convince him of the death of his brothers. No, the manor hadn’t gotten to him enough yet he knew his brothers were strong. It hadn’t been long since he had seen them, they were alive and he knew it. Voices be damned he believed in the strength of his brothers even if they were in such a weakened state they all had survived the worst before. Next time he crossed their path he would prove himself correct, he looked up to them each in a different way. The belief in his brothers seemed to chance the voice away for a while enough to help the Scotsman to remain in control of his actions for the time being. Hamish allowed the forces within the manor to control him once and cause him to shut down when his family but he was not going to let this happen again. Scotland was a strong proud nation and would not allow him to collapse within the manor nor was he going to allow the same of anyone else.
Through history never once was there a time Hamish was able to claim Sadiq as his friend, never did he feel the man would come to his aid but something told him to pull the man back from the darkness. If the darkness hadn’t managed to break him yet he wouldn’t allow a former empire to crack and please whatever controlled this hellhole. While rare Hamish did know how to care for others, showing his soft side made the red head fear some might assume he had grown soft or use it as a time to strike. The chance of being hurt was worth it to help a fellow nation, someone he did respect despite his inability to not anger the nation. Perhaps he feared Turkey’s strength and knew the tanned nation could end him at any moment, maybe it didn’t have to do anything with the other at all but he lived to long protecting himself from pain.
“Ah jalouse we dae hae something in common efter a'.” This wasn’t a happy notion that they were always alone but Hamish learned to live with it. The only person he had left him trapped in the union and began to live their own life and released the hold they had on each other.
The dark feeling of the manor made it difficult for Scotland to sense anything within the darkness, he was more in tune to feeling light presences that hid darkness within. His senses for anything inhuman were blinded within the manor but he could see Turkey felt something. Something had to be close if the man hadn’t just gone mad. His body pulled back from the tanned hand but he could hear something now, rain. It wasn’t the normal sound of it tapping on the window from outside, no the house was being filled with the water. From experience he knew what creatures could hide below the depths waiting for some fool to act brave and go for a swim. Bottle green eyes went wide, his fingers biting into Sadiq’s hand keeping the man close. His legs now moved to find the stairs and escape to the upper level before the water washed them away.
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