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The Importance of Free Trade [China] [Flashback] Jul 2, 2015 1:25:37 GMT -5

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Flashback - Year 1841

He kicked opened the wooden door to Bogue Fort, his men flooding in behind them as canon fire from his boats on the Pearl River destroyed the outside defense of the building. Gunfire and swords could be heard clashing around him, and a huge grin spread across his face. His long red jacket cascaded off of him like the train of a Royal King, demanding recognition. “China!” he shouted, “You brought this on yourself. Don’t hide!” He strode in, his sword in hand as he teasingly drug it across the dirt with each step. He ripped it up to block an attack from a Chinese man, easily forcing and breaking the man’s hold and using the opening to stab the blade deep into the man’s chest. He pulled it out, blood glistening down the metal as the man collapsed to the ground with a thud, and he continued walking as if he’d never been interrupted.

Yao had no justification to deny his trade. If the Chinese people wished to purchase his product they should be welcomed to it. A little opium hurt no one. He cut through the next man as he came at him with ease. He had become tired with this tom foolery. America, the brat, he had made him weak to the world, and now world proclaimed to have more control! Hardly! He was still the British Empire, and he would remind everyone what occurred when you went against him. India would be smart not to follow in America’s footsteps for he would lay his land to waste as he planned to do to China. Ungrateful! The lot of them! He took them in, he raised them, he taught them how to take care of their people and rule, and how did they return the favor? Proclaiming Independence! He felt almost tempted to return to America and burn his Capitol once more. He had been his son, and he had betrayed him! He shook with rage as the familiar feeling of sadness suffocated his chest. Not today. Today, he had another little pest to deal with. Oh, and look who finally decided to appear!

His eyes locked to Yao and the gun in his hand. He flicked his own hands wide, waving his sword into the air and baring out his chest, giving the man a perfect shot. He hardly cared, it would take more than one bullet to put down the British Empire. “Yao, how nice of you to join the battle,” his feet skidded across the dirt almost unstable as if he were partially drunk, which these days after America had left, were almost always. He laughed darkly as he stopped a few feet away, bringing his sword between them, and pointing it at his chest. “I hope I’m not offending by bringing guests. You have to excuse me, I was left a bit bewildered by the fact you no longer wanted my product,” he stated, the tip of his sword gliding up the man’s shirt, “Especially since you quite enjoyed it during my last visit.”

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The Importance of Free Trade [China] [Flashback] Jul 19, 2015 21:30:02 GMT -5

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Post by China - Wang Yao on Jul 19, 2015 21:30:02 GMT -5

China was barking orders left and right as he rushed down the back of the fort. They had already retreated back twice and he didn’t see it getting any better any time soon. Gunshots and the clash of swords could be heard all around but China remained focused, although seemingly more panicked than usual. His demands were quick and well directed as he told men what to do. China always knew what to do, even when he was losing. The doors flew open behind him and he turned quickly to face his assailant.

England…The British Empire to be more precise. There was fire in his eyes and a certain cock in his smile as he took down one of his soldiers with ease. China had managed to get himself off the “product” That England had decided to present him with. Everything was fine at first until he discovered what his true intentions were with it. Even after he had made the bans he was still doing everything he could to get it in. China had been informed of people smuggling it over and practically giving it away. He was trying to keep him dependent on him and that’s all this was about. No more!

Yao removed his Chinese flint lock from his side and clicked it back. The empire stumbled toward him, his clothes flowing far more gracefully than he was. England never spared any expense to look like he was the most important one in a crowd. Yao was dressed brightly colored as well, but he did it first. He rose the gun as Arthur made his way up to him. When the sword hit his chest he didn’t move. The sting of the blade slowly rose up his chest, so close and so sharp to cutting him through. But he wasn’t going to give into the man, not this time, not ever. He had tricked him, he had betrayed his trust. There was never any good intention behind what England had done and his people were suffering for it.

He had managed to be off the drug for a few days. He considered that kicking it, or at least he wanted to. He still got the shakes and even battled sudden fever on the occasion, but he was going to remain strong through it. “I have no desire for you or your product anymore, Arthur. Gather up your men and leave now.” He made his point quick and sharply. He held his gun pointed firmly at his chest, if Arthur planned to run him through then he was ready to do the same. “ You are no longer welcomed here. You are a rat among the seas, hell bent on upon spreading its plague if only to still live on.” He spoke the truth and he spoke it plainly.

China stayed cold, but he was hurt. England had come in with such promises of a friendship, with such promises of having good trade and a great life together. But he was a liar. He saw what this did to his people, what it did to him. The flintlock began to shake in his hand.

He needed it.

China took a steadying breath and straightened it again.

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The Importance of Free Trade [China] [Flashback] Jul 20, 2015 21:25:12 GMT -5

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The cocky smirk danced across his features like a man who had never seen failure. Yao, the foolish man, had no understanding the trouble he had gotten himself into when he decided to go against the whims of the Great British Empire. He had thought their arrangement had been mutual. Silk sheets with the smoke of opium drifting into the air around them. Yao had practically screamed his name all through the night, in pleasure and in pain. Arthur, at times, could be a bit rough, especially when he had other troubles on his mind. He had used Yao as a precious distraction, a very needed distraction from what had happened acrossed the Atlantic. He practically ran half way across the world in attempts to keep his mind from it, and oh, how successful it had been. At one point, he had almost considered Yao a friend.

Until pretty little thoughts started to play in Yao’s mind, and now the senile old man thought he could tell Great Britain what to do! Arthur ruled this world! He held the power and control, and an outdated nation would not say otherwise. He would not let word of this get to India. He would not lose another colony because of China!

His sword pressed a bit harder to the man, likely piercing his clothing. He let out a bark of laughter. “Really?” his sword trailed upwards, grazing across his neck to his face, where pressed the flat blade against his cheek. “Your body is quivering for it as much as it quivered for me.” He noticed the gun at his chest, but base on his expression it barely appeared that he cared. Let someone shot him, America had already ripped out his heart. There wasn’t anything left.

However, being compared to a rat struck a chord. Arthur had been subjected to the plague and all its horror. His population had been taken in half, and for a time, he had thought all of his people might die to the infernal disease. His free hand jolted out and grabbed the Chinese man’s hair with force, dragging him closer and pressing his blade up and under his neck. “I never liked rats,” he hissed, “Always held a preference to lions, powerful and fierce.” His grip tightened in his hair as he continued, “But if you wish to see me as the other, remember neither are easy to kill.” His blade skimmed over his skin, causing a bit of blood to slip downwards.

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The Importance of Free Trade [China] [Flashback] Sept 26, 2015 22:20:59 GMT -5

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Post by China - Wang Yao on Sept 26, 2015 22:20:59 GMT -5

One thing that Arthur seemed to have forgotten was he was a child in his world. A child that had managed to get the upper hand on him. He was a fool to let him get so close with sweet words and tender lies. He was a fool to allow this man to promise him anything. Someone had to stop him, someone had to confront the man and say, No. The madness had to stop here and he ended it by getting off the stuff first. It wasn’t going to be easy and even though he had banned it he knew his people were still addicted. He was probably the last to stop….And it was all his fault. This is what he had always intended. All of his sweet words! Lies!

China winced as the metal slicked its way through his clothes. One wrong move and he’d be skewered but something had to be done and he wasn’t going to just back down to him here. His hand was shaking and at the mention of it he tried to steady it again. He could do this…He could overcome what this drug had done to him. It would pass…..

His finger slipped on the trigger the moment his hair was grabbed. It’s a wonder it didn’t go off. His pistols had been known for their sudden outbursts with the wrong movement. Sometimes it would kill the target, sometimes it would take a hand with it. It really just depended upon the condition of the gun. This one was new and it was his but there was no telling what it would do. His chest tightened and rose to Arthur’s as the room between them became negligible. Before he could bark back at him a blade came to his neck and reminded him to keep his head. China tilted his head to the side, against the hand that held him so firmly.

Another wince came as he felt a trickle of blood stream down his neck and stain into his clothes. “Rats are hard to kill.” China agreed with him. The barrel was now steadied against body, with such little room between them. Rats were also hard to get rid of….Pests that simply wouldn’t leave you alone. Right now that was exactly what he was to him, a pest that wouldn’t leave him alone. He had plagued his people with his presence and now had the audacity to return and say he was within his right to invade. He wasn’t wanted.

“But… not… impossible. His words shook from his lips and his body continued to shake in his arms. The withdrawal was becoming terrible. At this time he would have usually retreated to his room and tried to fight it off with several servants. Even with his attempts he had been sneaking it. But he had been doing better this time….He would hold out. China swallowed hard, his body was aching for it and it was very clear he was struggling to form what he wanted to say.

“And like you know….If they will not go you make them. By-” He took another steadying breath and tried to get his focus back. His chin tilted back toward him. Physically still shaking he tried to keep his neck still enough to not cut too deep. His amber eyes were tilted upward as he took the Englishman in that held him with such a firm grip. A grip that was like the lions jaws. But there were no Lions here, not in his home. The only lions that would come here would be kept in cages….A cage….Right where Arthur belonged. A cage to be paraded with all of his majestic lies. “By any means…” He tilted his lips upward. He could smell the booze just resonating off of the man. Had he drank himself into a stooper before he came here? He knew that the man could drink, but someone who drank so much was covering pain. China had learned to do other things with pain. Much darker and much deeper things. There were doors inside yourself where you could lock pain away…..

There were also things that could make the pain go away. Arthur offered these things to him. It made the pain clearer and more numb. It would just melt away with him. His free hand came up and touched the hem of his colorful coat gently. His fingers shook as they traveled up to his face. “You are the lion.” He whispered. “But I’ve taken your crown.” Yao made his statement final. Arthur wasn’t going to have a hold on him any longer….He felt if he stood here much longer he would hallucinate.