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 Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 2:41 am
Roleplay name:
My World Crumbling Down
Characters:
Everyone
Time:
Present Day
Brief Summary:
The nations and their leaders would meet up at Alfred's house for an important NATO meeting. Those from overseas all boarded a luxury cruise ship to take them to America's house. Unfortunately a massive storm destroyed the ship, killing many of the nation's leaders and leaving the survivors stranded on a convenient island nearby.
While their loved ones back home worry and wonder what happened when the ship doesn't arrive as planned, the survivors must deal not only with the hardships of the island in general, but also with the world's common enemies Persia, Atlantis, and the Confederacy, who orchestrated the disaster in the first place.
List of Characters who are stranded on Island:
Belgium, Netherlands, Spain, Portugal, Lithuania, Poland, Latvia, Turkey, Greece, Hungary, Romania, Italy, Germany, France, UK, Denmark, Iceland, and Norway.
note: Alright, guildies. We encourage angst in this one. Drama, death, seriousness. We need a change from the usual happiness, yes? Also, your character's world leader is on the ship as well. You can choose to save them, or have them die. Dying causes more angst and drama. Yum. This If your character is not listed in the characters who are stranded, it doesn't matter. This can be told from two point of view. The characters stranded on an island, and the ones back at home. Simple, yes? Now get posting, my lovelies, quench my dying thirst for angst.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:44 am
They've rewritten your
history uncountably.
During the hard times,
you've learned what can't be.
They sacrificed you again and again,
This hurts me a lot.
Now my sad song is telling me
about you with faith.
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxℰlizabeta ❈ ℋéderváry xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You're colorful and colorless,
my feared little home.
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Damn it! Where was László? Hungary had lost sight of her president after the ship went down. That storm came so suddenly she'd hardly had time to think. And now the waves were so choppy that she couldn't see much of anything. For all she knew, László could be just ten feet away and she wouldn't know it. She called out for him a few times with no luck.
A particularly bright flash of lightning revealed what looked like land a little ways away. Elizabeta knew she couldn't stay in the water forever. The nations may be practically immortal, and her lungs filling with water wouldn't kill her, but it would definitely cause problems. It would hurt and she'd probably be coughing up water for a week if she stayed out here long enough to lose her strength and sink.
Humans weren't so lucky. If her president was still in the water, he'd be dead by now, especially considering his age. He wouldn't be able to handle being in the waves like this for long. With that in mind, Eliza started swimming toward land. Maybe László had managed to get to shore. The chances were slim, but she could hope.
When she finally got to shore, she stood on the beach and looked around in hopes of seeing her president. No such luck. He wasn't anywhere in sight. This was bad. Very, very bad. She looked out to the general area where the ship had gone down. Hopefully the rest had better luck saving their leaders than she did.
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They attacked you weak-hearedly,
why did you forbear with it?
Your sentistive pride is a
cross on your destiny.
There's a curse on your nation,
then I'll repaint the dream again..
Tomorrow will be nicer,
your color is hope told
by the song.
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Cas_Angel_of_Thursday Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:07 pm
Breaking my back just to know your name,
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game.
I'm breaking my back just to know your name,
But heaven ain't close in a place like this.
Anything goes but don't blink you might miss,
Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this.
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this,
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight.
▷ F • e• l • i • k • s xxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxm o o n l i g h t.
He wasn't sure what had gone wrong. The last he remembered, he was setting down to have dinner with Liet and their bosses, and now....
Now he was floating in the middle of the ocean.
Feliks desperately tried to keep his head above the large waves that were crashing down around him.Poland wasn't sure if nations could drown, but he didn't wish to be the first to find out.
One thing he did know for sure, however, is that he couldn't see anyone. A few bits of debris floated around him, but no sign of another human being. The darkness that surrounded him wasn't helping, either.
"Hello!?" he yelled, His head dipped underwater halfway through his cry, and his lungs filled with salt water. Thrashing to the surface, Poland choked harshly, letting the water dribble out his mouth.
Where was Komorowski? His acting president was nowhere to be seen. Poland had just lost his last president a few months prior, when the plane Kaczynski was on crashed, killing himself and 95 others. And now Komorowksi? It couldn't be happening again...
And where was Liet? Had he made it out okay? Poland had lost sight of him during the confusion.
And what of everyone else? The other nations and their bosses? Had they all survived?
Tears spilled down Feliks' cheeks, mixing with the ocean water already on them. A loud sob escaped his lips, rising high into the night sky. He was alone. He was completely and utterly alone.
Ready? Let's roll onto something new,
Taking its toll and I'm leaving without you.
I'm ready, let's roll onto something new,
'Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this,
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this,
Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight.
xxxxxxxxxxxxx▶ ▷ Never thought I'd let a rumor ruin my
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:18 pm
❖The unknown distance
to the gray beyond
Stares back
at my grieving frame
To cast my shadow
by the holy sun
My spirit moans
with a sacred pain❖
The sea. So peaceful, serene. It was hard to believe that only a few centuries ago, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, the Kingdom of Spain, once rode these oceans. At that time, he saw it as more of a game, a test for his nation's power, instead of a peaceful getaway.
Of course, this wasn't a getaway. No, a meeting. As part of NATO, he was required to attend the meeting in North America. Well, at least it gave him an opportunity to get out of the country, he loved to travel. Not that he got the opportunity often, he was constantly drowning in paperwork, ever since the death of Francisco Franco, that is. That b*****d, may he rot in hell. Now that they were under a parliamentary monarchy (thanks to their current king, Juan Carlos I), as oppose to the dictatorship they were in previously, Spain was thriving again. Of course, to get it back at the top of its game, it would require a lot of work. Still, getting out of the country was worth it. Or was it?
He would have never expected the ship to crash, sink. Now, he drifted away, unconscious. Salt water seeped into his skin, he subconsciously shivered for the lack of heat. Still, this could not kill him. Oh no, it would take a whole lot more to kill a nation like himself. Perhaps, if you were to dissolve his nation. No, as long as the piece of land they currently call the Kingdom of Spain did not crumble, he would remain alive. Gilbert was still alive, wasn't he? But of course, he wouldn't be as careless with his nation, Spain would fall over his dead body.
"Hm. . .?" As he drifted away, he opened his eyes to stare up at the evening sky. The sound of waves crashing wasn't all that far away, water splashing against his frame made a calming noise.
Wait. Where was he? As he splashed around once realization came to him, he was glad he knew how to swim.
"Juan Carlos? Juan Carlos! Contesta me! (Answer me)" He was starting to panic, he couldn't be dead! No, he was practically his savior, the man who somehow managed to convince Antonio to leave his room after he refused. Franco's death relieved him, but at the same time, it frightened him.
"Maldita sea. . " Antonio decided to search, for the time being. Land was close, it would only be so long before it carried him away.
Getting to shore didn't take as long as he hoped. In the end, he couldn't find Juan Carlos I. Mierda! This couldn't be happening, he promised him on the day that he took the throne, he would protect the King with his life. . . It hurt so much to break that promise. Well, now he had to live with it.
As he crawled on the sandy shores to get away from the water, he coughed, the salt water made him feel so. . Odd. Keeping it in his system wouldn't be good, even if it wouldn't kill him. He was finally out of the water, his eyes began to droop again. He collapsed on his side, far to weak to continue. He wanted to rest, if just a little while longer. Perhaps, when he woke, Juan Carlos I would be there, he had to have survived he had to . .
Lovi. Antonio's eyes shot open a a new worry crossed his mind, where was Lovi?! He wasn't dead, that's for sure, but the thought of him still out at sea, unconscious and clueless of the situation made Antonio sick with worry. He stood up, a little too quickly, apparently, because he suddenly became very dizzy, his vision fogged. As his knees began to give him, he did his best to stay conscious long enough to yell Lovino's name.
"L - Lovi! Lovino!" No answer. No sight of anyone, really. Where was he? This island gave off an eerie feeling.
"L - Lovi. . " Antonio attempted to call him out again, but it was not as loud as the previous time. It sounded soft, barely over a whisper. His knees finally gave in, he collapsed onto the sand. His body remained unmoved, perhaps another nation would find him, sooner or later. Rei Juan Carlos I, Lovino, wherever they were, Antonio prayed that they were well.
OOC:
FFF- I rambled. Sorry, I got really excited over this RP. . > >
xxxxxAntonio F. Carriedo
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 3:53 pm
xxxxxxxJ o h n • J o n e s 「On the ground I lay, motionless in pain 」 I can see my life flash before my eyes ◄ ◁ 「 I will not die, I will survive. 」 ▷ ▶ Did I fall asleep? Is this all a dream? 「Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare 」  █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ I will not die, I will not die!
The former Confederate States of America cackled, rubbing his hands together in unrestrained, childish glee, the snow-colored gloves heating from friction. The grey-blue clad man stood, his uniform clinking from the various metal pieces on the fabric tapping each other in a soft rhythm as he moved. He flicked a golden hair from his eye, adjusting the glasses in the same motion. His sapphire hues gazed out calmly from the frames, looking too stoic and heavy to be possibly plotting as he was now. He looked too dull for such a plan, but oh, he had planned. He grinned, showing spectacular shining canines, then headed from his room towards the base for the plan. It was time to tell news crews.
He stopped in America's mansion (it was all America's), pausing at a small table with the house phone. Well, one of the house's phones-- there were many, since the mansion was so large. He picked it up, dialing a number he had memorized, waiting for this very moment, careful to speak carefully enough that his accent was minimized, but it was impossible to be totally rid of it. "Hell'ah, thah. Mah name iz Jawn, and I'd lai'k te spe'k to theh Missus Kat'ie Cou'ic. Ai'd lai'k ta repo't a bom' firin'..."
A few hours later, it was all over the news as a "terrorist threat" to sink the ship with the world's leaders. There was no proof either way, but the threat was a big hullaballue. ABC, CNN, NBC, all of those silly stations were reporting the possible threat and people were searching for the ship, but little hope was there. The ocean was a big place and nobody truly hoped to find anything if the threat had been true.
JJ cackled to himself, sitting comfortably on Alfred's couch, flicking the channel to watch the various panicked expressions with glee. Though a few comments that jumped out did sting ("Who would do this?!" "It's just like 9/11!" "Does it mean war?"), JJ couldn't be kept quiet. He rolled his neck to relieve stiffness from working on this, then stood to leave to his hidden room under the mansion. Alfred had been gone while it had been constructed, and John just hid the bill by labeling it "Plans to make a lightsaber." He had promised Alfred one years ago and just now took advantage of the lie to create a huge underground base of operations for this whole shebang.
He entered by going past a picture of George Washington, grinning as he always did as he went through it, then sat into his spinny chair, staring up at the screen. It was a live feed from a nearby island that he had hoped the ship would sink near, not to let the leaders survive but because he set up a rather nice camera on the single palm tree on it. It was disguised in the bark, so it was pretty well hidden. And what he saw made him grin like a madman.
It was in shambles. The ship was gone, there was only a wisp of smoke to testify that it ever existed, and there were indistinguishable blobs of people scattered here and there in the water. The plan had worked. Now, once a little more time wen by, he would institute part II. But for now, he was content to wait a bit for the panic to set in to the world.
I will survive. █ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ 「On the bed I lay, loosing everything 」 I can see my life passing me by ◄ ◁ 「 I will not die, I will survive. 」 ▷ ▶ Was it all too much? or just not enough?xxxxx 「Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare 」
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:45 pm
They've rewritten your
history uncountably.
During the hard times,
you've learned what can't be.
They sacrificed you again and again,
This hurts me a lot.
Now my sad song is telling me
about you with faith.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxℰlizabeta ❈ ℋéderváry xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You're colorful and colorless,
my feared little home.
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Elizabeta looked out over the water. Every now and then she thought she could see someone far off in the distance, but the rough waters always made it disappear in seconds and she couldn't catch sight of it again. The distance, frequent thunder, and the strong wind kept her from hearing anything that was going on in the water. Luckily the wind was blowing in the right direction to carry a sound to her between thunderclaps. Someone was calling out. She couldn't make out what was being shouted, and it only lasted a moment, but it was enough to let her know which direction to go.
After walking along the beach for a while, she noticed a body in the sand. From this distance she couldn't tell if it was one of the leaders or another nation. Immediately, she ran over. As she got closer, she could tell it was another nation, but she couldn't tell who it was yet. She dropped down by the man and rolled him onto his back, getting a good look at Spain face. "Antonio! Antonio, are you alright?" Hungary looked to the water again for a moment while she waited for a response. It was no use. She still couldn't see anything with how choppy the waves were.
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They attacked you weak-hearedly,
why did you forbear with it?
Your sentistive pride is a
cross on your destiny.
There's a curse on your nation,
then I'll repaint the dream again..
Tomorrow will be nicer,
your color is hope told
by the song.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:51 pm
Yeah I know that you wanna be Canadian, please.
Even if in winter things tend to freeze,
We’ve got the world monopoly on trees,
And our country’s bordered by three different seas.
Yeah I know that you wanna be Canadian, please,
We invented the zipper, we’ve got expertise,
We made insulin to combat disease,
Yeah I know that you wanna be Canadian, please.
xxxxxxxxxxxMatthew ¤ Williamsxxx xxxBrits have got the monarchy,
xxxxxxThe US has the money,
xxxxxxxxxxxxBut I know that you want to be C a n a d i a n.
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Today had been wonderful so far. Not only had Matthew been able have a good game of hockey, he'd also had the chance to teach Anikta how to play. It was impressive how fast she picked up on the game and how GOOD she was at it. He actually had to work hard during that game. After a few centuries of competing with humans, the game had become almost too easy to win most of the time. It was nice to actually have a challenging game for once.
Matthew opened the door to his house and let Kumajirou go in first. Once he had changed into some more comfortable clothes and made a quick meal, he went to the living room and settled down on the couch. The big meeting wasn't for a week yet. They still had to wait for the other nations to arrive, and the ship wasn't expected to arrive for a few days still. So he had plenty of time to just relax until then. The bear followed him into the living room and curled up next to him as he turned on the news.
He expected to hear about the usual things. It was a complete shock when the first story they talked about was the threat of the ship having been attacked. So far they were saying it was just a threat, but no one could make contact with the ship's crew and they were beginning to assume it was true. Canada let the remote fall from his hand and slowly scooped Kumajirou up to hold him close. He did nothing else while he watched the full story. This was horrible. Papa and Arthur were on that ship. Matthew hoped they weren't hurt. Their bosses too, of course, but he was far more worried about the two nations than he was for their leaders.
The news station had repeated the story three times before Canada realized that he wasn't the only one that would be affected by this. His brother. He had to tell Al. Poor Al would be devastated. John would surely be shocked by this too. Mattie would have to tell him as well. The nation waited a few minutes before leaving his house and going to Alfred's, the bear still in his arms. As usual, he didn't bother knocking, but went right into his brother's house. "Al? John?" he called out in his quiet voice. He'd never been very loud. He started searching the house for his two brothers, knowing that they wouldn't have heard him if they weren't in a nearby room.
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Yeah I know that you wanna be Canadian, please,
Where else do you find mounted police,
Or go to the hospital and not pay fees,
Yeah I know that you wanna be Canadian, please.
And when freshwater is in high demand,
We’ve got the world’s largest supply on hand,
So you know that we could make a pretty good friend.
Yeah I know that you want to be C a n a d i a n, please.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:41 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSadiq Adnan 「 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 」 「 Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 」 「 Be my mirror my sword and shield 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 For some reason I can't explain 」 「 Once you go there was never 」 「 Never an honest word 」 「 'Cause that was when I ruled the World 」 ☪ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓
The first thing that registered to Turkey was that there was water around his ankles. Cursing, he realized with a kind of numb, already adrenaline soaked mentality, that the ship was sinking. He ran from the room where he had been napping and up the stairs, looking for some sign of what to do next. He saw, very clearly, that the water was churning like all hell. The boat rocked violently and he pitched forward, bruising his chest on the deck and scurrying to get to his feet.
Not wasting any more time, he ran to a life raft. Unfortunately, several sailors were already aboard it and trying to leave in it. Turkey allowed them that one, but ran to the next. The ship rocked again and the pulley's that the dingy was suspended from snapped and fell into the sea.
Hell, he thought, gripping the railing. It seemed like a very far distance to fall. He braced himself then prepared to dive in, when he heard a very familiar voice yelling. He turned and saw that Abdullah Gul was trying to reach him.
"GUL!" Sadiq yelled, reaching for him. With a few other bosses, his own clinged, and raced off the edge, plunging into the water below.
Sadiq felt someone grab onto his coat and he turned. In the chaos, Greece had managed to find him.
"Don't just stand there, idiot!" He yelled. "Jump!"
Sadiq stared at him, stupidly, but Greece just swore in his native tongue, grabbed a life jacket and pushed it to Turkey's chest. He dove off, not taking one for himself, and Turkey followed suit, holding to the jacket loosely.
The water was breath-takingly cold and the first thing Sadiq did was take down a great gulp of water. He struggled to the surface, trying to keep his head above water, while looking for Gul. He saw the man, so very far away, trying to climb on top of an overturn raft. Turkey tried to swim for him, but he froze, watching in terror as he saw what the man did not.
A part of the ship, it looked like a kind of rolling trolley, had rolled off the deck and fell towards him, hitting the dingy hard and shattering it, sending Gul back into the water.
"NO!" Sadiq yelled, trying to swim for him.
He felt something grab him hard around his waist and pull down and away.
"We gotta get to shore! Come on!" Greece yelled, struggling hard.
"No! No, I can't just . . .! GUL! ANSWER ME!" Turkey screamed, fighting hard, against the current, and against Greece. In the end, Greece one and he pulled Turkey towards shore, trying to swim as hard as they could.
All the way, all that was on Turkey's mind, aside from the intense burn in his limbs and the fatigue that was gripping him, was trying to rationalize, insane as it was, that Gul had survived. That he'd be alive and already on the island or airlifted away.
Something, anything . . .
Turkey crawled onto the beach, stumbled and tried to stand. He ended up falling face first into the sand, and he turned back towards the sea, looking out into the storm, and out to the remnants of the ship. He stood, soaked, tired, all adrenaline gone and replaced with despair, and screamed out into the storm.
"GUL!! GUL, ANSWER ME, DAMMIT! GUL!" He wailed, his throat and lungs hurting with the effort. Turkey slumped forward on his knees, trying to sink back into denile but failing. Greece was gasping on the sand, laying on his back. He looked up and crawled over to where Turkey knelt.
"SADIQ! Sadiq, he's dead!" Greece yelled, over the sound of other screaming, the ocean, and the storm. Turkey looked at him, his eyes begging him to say it wasn't true. He shook his head, frantic. He looked like he was about to punch Greece, but he just fell forward, hitting his hand on the beach like a child throwing a tantrum.
It took Greece a moment to realize he was sobbing. It was the hardest crying he had ever seen. Turkey wasn't just crying, he was screaming, wailing, repeating "no" over and over again. Hercule swallowed. It was so strange. Seeing the strong, cocky, arrogant, prideful nation, so emotionally defunct, so broken, so incredibly anguished. A large part of Greece wanted to gather him in his arms and hold him as he mourned, rocking back and forth. He wasn't sure how well that would turn out, though, so he only stood, or tried to, anyway.
"I'm gonna go find Hungary," he said. Hungary was Turkey's sister. She could help . . . "Don't go back in the water. Please. Stay on the beach."
Turkey looked up at him, his mask cracked and he outright tore it off, staring at him like he was speaking, well, Greek.
". . . all alone . . . " was the only thing Greece could make out before running down the beach. Turkey curled back up and continued on with his frantic, psuedo-breakdown.
I . . . I'm all alone now . . . all alone . . . no one's there to govern me anymore . . . I'll be taken over . . . I'll die like Rome, and Germania, and Aegyptus, and Graecia . . . I'm done . . . I'm dead . . . Gul's dead . . . My economy will collapse, my people will die, and I'll be torn apart . . ."
Turkey began to twitch, and his nails from his left hand dug into the wrist of his right hand, leaving angry red welts, then leaving shallow, jagged digs, then tearing away at the skin completely, blood trickling down his arm as he twitched and moaned, his break down almost totally complete.
"Speech" = #C56A8B, bold.
Thoughts = Sky Blue, italic.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 12:30 am
❖The unknown distance
to the gray beyond
Stares back
at my grieving frame
To cast my shadow
by the holy sun
My spirit moans
with a sacred pain❖
As he laid undisturbed on the moist sand, Antonio dreamed of back home. He was enjoying the day as usual, cooking and trying different recipes in the kitchen with Lovi, laughing as he accidentally got spaghetti sauce on the fuming Italian's face.
Antonio's eyes abruptly shot open, he stared up at another figure, another nation. He racked his currently half functioning brain for knowledge of who this might be, she looked so familiar.
Think, Antonio, think. Yet, at the moment, all that crossed Antonio' mind was where the probable location of Lovi and his brother could be.
That is, until a light clicked. Ah, yes, he remembered now.
"Ah, Hungary. . " he smiled, although it did not reach his eyes. At that moment, Antonio sat up as realization came to him.
Juan Carlos. Lovi. Afonso.
"A - Ah, Eliza, have you seen my leader or Lovi?" Antonio knew his brother well, he would be alright. Lovino, on the other hand, was just as weak and skittish as his brother. He would be alive, yes, but alone.
Rei Juan Carlos I, on the other hand, could very well be dead. As Antonio scrambled to his feet, he stumbled as he regained his balanced. At that moment, his head started to pound. Great, a headache. .
"E - Eliza, help me find the others." He muttered, before shaking his head and walking forward. His first priority was to find Juan Carlos, yet a part of him wanted to search for Lovi first. . .
xxxxxAntonio F. Carriedo
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 12:37 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSadiq Adnan 「 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 」 「 Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 」 「 Be my mirror my sword and shield 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 For some reason I can't explain 」 「 Once you go there was never 」 「 Never an honest word 」 「 'Cause that was when I ruled the World 」 ☪ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓
Greece ran down the beach at full tilt, watching as two figures became clearer and clearer to him. One had long, brown hair.
"HUNGARY!" He yelled, stumbling and falling. He got back up and started running again. By the time he reached the nation, who was standing over another half drowned nation, he was so exhausted, he could feel his heart beat behind his eyes. "Tur . . . Turkey . . ." Greece sat down, trying to calm his heart, trying to breathe. Each gasp burnt. He had a stitch in his side, like a butter knife between his ribs. "Sadiq is down the beach . . . he's freaking out . . ."
That was somewhat normal for Sadiq, though, Greece realized, and had to gather himself a little before speaking again.
"Freaking out bad . . ."
Greece moaned as he saw a little blond something bobbing in the water. His heart and conscious couldn't allow the being to just bob out there. He got to his feet, shakily, and wondered if he could swim, cross the distance between them. He grabbed a long piece of drift wood and went into the water, using it as a flotation device, the piece under his arms, across his chest, and he kicked, trying to make it out to the being in the water. As he got nearer, he realized it was Poland. He had only seen the nation in the UN meetings, never actually spoke to him, and only just remembered his name was Feliks.
"Try to swim towards me!" he called, trying to make this job a little easier on himself.
"Speech" = #C56A8B, bold.
Thoughts = Sky Blue, italic.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 12:56 am
They've rewritten your
history uncountably.
During the hard times,
you've learned what can't be.
They sacrificed you again and again,
This hurts me a lot.
Now my sad song is telling me
about you with faith.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxℰlizabeta ❈ ℋéderváry xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You're colorful and colorless,
my feared little home.
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For a minute there she was worried that Spain had inhaled too much saltwater and it got to his brain. She grinned relief when he finally seemed to register who she was.
"Ah... no, I haven't seen anyone. I think I can see one of them out there, every now and then, but I can't keep them in my sight. I can't save them." She stood up when he did and noticing how unsteady he was, wrapped an arm around him and took some of his weight as they walked.
"Right. They've got to be around here somewhere." As confident as she sounded, Elizabeta was worried. So many nations had been on that ship. Humans, too. So far she'd only seen Antonio. I hope Francis and Feliks are alright. Sadiq and Heracles were on there too. Sadiq can take care of himself, and Heracles will be fine, right? Hell, she'd even be happy to see Romania at this point.
While she helped Spain, she heard someone call out for her. Greece! Oh, she was happy to see him. She almost shouted her joy until he explained what was going on with Turkey. At first she wanted to scoff. Big deal. He had tantrums all the time. Freaking out bad? s**t. That was bad.
She watched as Heracles ran into the water. "I'll go check on Sadiq! Meet you back there!" They'd have to get there quickly. When Turkey got as bad as Greece made it seem, there was no telling what he'd do. She hurried Antonio along down the beach until she spotted Turkey. "Sadiq!" she called out, unable to run over without leaving Spain.
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They attacked you weak-hearedly,
why did you forbear with it?
Your sentistive pride is a
cross on your destiny.
There's a curse on your nation,
then I'll repaint the dream again..
Tomorrow will be nicer,
your color is hope told
by the song.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 1:08 am
❖The unknown distance
to the gray beyond
Stares back
at my grieving frame
To cast my shadow
by the holy sun
My spirit moans
with a sacred pain❖
As much as Antonio wanted to protest, saying he would be fine walking on his own, that was nonsense. As a familiar figure approached them, brown hair, brown eyes, funny looking curl, Antonio remembered who it was. Greece, right? He'd seem him at meetings, napping, most of the time. He mumbled something about someone named Sadiq. . The name rang a bell, who was it. . ?
Ah, yes. That guy who tried to take Lovi once. Hm.
Of course, Antonio wasn't one to keep a grudge for long. Okay, so that was a lie, but he had a good reason to dislike a certain Brit. .
"Go on ahead, just leave me by that tree trunk over there." He muttered, pointing to a coconut tree. He was starting to receive full function of his legs again, he would be fine. . Plus, he still needed to find Juan Carlos and Lovi. Also, some coconut juice sounded about right to calm his nerves at the moment.
xxxxxAntonio F. Carriedo
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 1:09 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSadiq Adnan 「 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 」 「 Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 」 「 Be my mirror my sword and shield 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 For some reason I can't explain 」 「 Once you go there was never 」 「 Never an honest word 」 「 'Cause that was when I ruled the World 」 ☪ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓
Some, still sane part of Sadiq heard Hungary calling for him and he sat up, the sand getting in his self-inflicted wrist wound and gritting up terribly. He looked down the beach and saw her coming, all shambles, wet and ragged, another person, maybe a man, maybe a nation, hanging on her, trying to run at the same speed as she.
His chest heaved a few times as he tried to find the strength to speak, to yell. Instead, he could only moan for her, moan out, and hope to be heard. It was a low, haggard sound, the sound of someone either in extreme pain or extreme fatigue. For Turkey, it was a little of both . . .
"Lizzie . . ." he moaned, forcing the word out as best he could. It was his pet name for her, when they were still in good graces with each other, before he was completely Ottoman and took her over. The tears sprang anew and he sobbed out, calling for her again. "Lizzie . . . Lizzie!"
He reached out, his wounded hand, leaned forward, as if reaching for a dream, a figment of his imagination, a ghost . . .
"Speech" = #C56A8B, bold.
Thoughts = Sky Blue, italic.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 1:29 am
They've rewritten your
history uncountably.
During the hard times,
you've learned what can't be.
They sacrificed you again and again,
This hurts me a lot.
Now my sad song is telling me
about you with faith.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxℰlizabeta ❈ ℋéderváry xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You're colorful and colorless,
my feared little home.
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She could barely hear him from this distance. It tugged at her heartstrings when she heard her old nickname. He hadn't called her that for a very long time. He was in worse shape than she thought.
She stopped for a moment and looked at Spain. "You sure? Well.. alright. I'll come back in a few minutes, Tonio." She made sure he could at least lean against a nearby tree on his own before she took off running over to Turkey.
When she got there, she took his hand and fell to her knees next to him, quickly looking him over for any injuries aside from his wrist. His wrist... She turned his hand over to better see the wound and looked back at her brother's face. Hurting himself wasn't the worst thing he'd done before during these freak outs of his, but it was bad enough. "It's alright, Sadiq. I'm here, brother. I'm here. You'll be fine," she murmured, grabbing the hem of his sleeve and using it to clear away the sand and blood from the wound.
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They attacked you weak-hearedly,
why did you forbear with it?
Your sentistive pride is a
cross on your destiny.
There's a curse on your nation,
then I'll repaint the dream again..
Tomorrow will be nicer,
your color is hope told
by the song.
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