You Do Not Belong Here [Venezuela]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 3:45:46 GMT -5
[Andes Mountain Range - Colombia]
The mountain peaks of the Andes stood in the background with the night stars reflecting in the sky. Her military campsite was situated a few miles back, preparing for the battle that would come tomorrow within the Mountain pass. Praying to the lord for good favor and writing love letters to those at home, know they are fighting to protect their land. The one benefit to her older brother stupid vision is that it brought her people to finally unite around a cause. The FARC no longer harassed her citizens. They joined the government in their combine hatred of Venezuela. He had united her people and in that sense she felt stronger and focus, no more voices questioning her actions. She knew what had to be done, and she would punish her brother for attempting something so foolish.
Tomorrow their two military forces would meet in battle at this Mountain Pass. It was one of the few ways to get through the Andes between Colombia and Venezuela. She suspected her brother had prepared as much as she had for this battle. She knew he was here. On the other side, it was what had drawn her out of her tent in the middle of the night. Not that she had been able to sleep as it was, but she felt a draw to walk forward and so she did. The humidity in the air made the cool air nip at her skin sharply, but she was used to it, dressed in proper military attire. She moved into the mountain pass until she halted. Her eyes focused on the form fifty feet away from her. It had been a year since they had last faced directly in battle and tomorrow they would do so again. She suspected one of them would face their death…again. It would not be her. No, they would win. They would not lose any more land to him.
“Hello brother,” she spoke into the air and it echoed around them, “You should stop this immature conquest and go home.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 15:55:53 GMT -5
In retrospect, Vicente really should have continued to support FARC. He really only stopped because he eventually gave up on their ability to actually force his sister into having a communist Boss - which would have been hilarious. But if he'd kept helping them anyway, then maybe his sister wouldn't be able to put up such a fight right now. But he's still going to win, so that doesn't matter too much - it'll just be a bit harder, is all.
He has indeed been preparing for this battle. Well, this and many others - he's suddenly found himself fighting on more than one front, so in reality he's been preparing for battles in general. The logistics of coordinating all of that has been hard, but he's also gotten a lot of tips from the other members of the Joint Pact - all of whom seem to pretty much be experts on this sort of thing. Oh, and weapons - a lot of weapons. The logistics of his oil for weapons trades have also been complicated because of their scale, but now that he's armed to the teeth it's also a lot of fun. Brazil has been finding it difficult to hold him back. His sister will be the same.
This mountain pass will be an important battle. If he can get just a toe hold on the other side of this mountain range, he'll be able to use it as a starting point to flood everywhere west of it with his military. But the pass is difficult - much easier to defend than attack - but he thinks that he has both the men and the gear for the task.
It's very late, but excitement about the morning has made it difficult for him to sleep. On a whim, he'd decided that he wants to go take a look at what will be tomorrow's battlefield. He didn't actually go look at it in person before, but his scouts brought back all the information that was needed to have a really boring strategy session about it. And there should be no danger - while he knows that his sister's army is just on the other side of the pass, they seem to have an unspoken agreement that they'll both camp tonight and the fight will take place in the morning. But, just in case someone thinks it would be clever to try to attack overnight, of course there are guards posted to watch the pass.
Unfortunately, on his way to it he accidentally woke up Pablo, and when he said where he was going he also got a volunteer to come with him. Okay, fine, he can come. So it's the two of them headed a short ways into the pass, speculating on the effectiveness of their plans, when the distraction of their conversation is suddenly not enough for him to sense someone coming. "...You should go back, Pablo," he suddenly says, interrupting what they were talking about. But his aide hasn't had time to really react to this when their enemy walks into view. They're still far enough apart and it's dark enough that she's more of a silhouette, but he knows who it is without having to use his flashlight. Naturally, he uses it anyway and directs it directly at her eyes.
And her words don't make him any more happy to see here here. "You think that I am the one who is immature? I'm not the one who started this war - it's your good friend Brazil that you have to thank for that! I'm only going to finish it. And if you don't like this war - fine, you can surrender. I'll give you good terms - you are my sister, after all," he responds, grinning at the end. Oh, he'd give her good terms all right - very good terms...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 20:00:34 GMT -5
Camila could not remember a time when her brother and her were not fighting. Even in their youth under Spain’s roof, her brother would steal her toys or break the dolls head off to upset her. At first, she would run to her room and cry into her pillow until she finally had enough of it and punched Vicente straight in the face. Spain had been in horror at the interaction, not knowing what to do, but at least it had wiped that smug smirk off her brother’s face. He was constantly trying to bring her down, and constantly stealing what did not belong to him. Other siblings might feel an ounce of love towards the other, and possibly Camila did, deep, very deep down.
She did not want her brother’s existence to fade. She only wanted to shrink his influence to a small speck where he held no effect on her or her people. He would have been smarter to listen to her. Even in her younger age, she held more intelligence. He allowed his emotions to toy with him while she had learned to control such fickle feelings. She was very sensitive and her feelings could easily be punctured, but she knew when to show such feelings and when to bury them. He would learn.
The moon and stars casted enough light into the pass to allow her to see a second man not far off. A sensation one would call close to butterfly filled her stomach. She had not seen Pablo in sometime. Her older brother kept a tight grip on the territories, but when they were smaller, Pablo had been one of her best friends. She actually smiled with him and laughed. He made her happy, and like all things that made her happy, her brother took them away.
She could not be distracted now, not with her brother in front of her. Her frown deepened at the light shown in her face. Her eyes squinted ever slightly. “Are you so unfamiliar with the area you do not feel comfortable in the dark?” she remarked, annoyance already laced in her voice.
Her brother was a moron.
It was the only explanation. His perception on reality was absurd and ridiculous. “Do not incorrectly accuse Brazil. You invaded Guyana,” she spoke, her voice even, “Are you so upset that you are the shortest nation in South America that you attempt to put on your big boy pants, brother?” She stayed in her place, waiting and watching. Waiting for the tantrum to come as it usually did. “They are so big on you, we all laugh as you fumble into your own mess,” she stated flatly, though it was not untrue. Occasionally, when they needed a break from the war, Brazil and Colombia would get drinks and make fun of Vicente’s foolishness.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 22:13:16 GMT -5
Perhaps once, a long time ago, Vicente had simply tormented his sister because it was funny. He was young, and things that squeal when you poke them are funny when you're little. Perhaps he would have learned better over time, or if he'd been properly disciplined, but when she'd had the nerve to actually fight back, it was officially on. They've still managed to do a few things together that required some cooperation over the years, like getting out of Spain's house, but sometimes even mutual best interest isn't enough.
It's difficult to get along with his sister even when he's trying, you see. She's so moody and pretentious. Acts like she's so much better than him, even when she's clearly falling apart. And a good half of everything she says about him is completely hypocritical. So he doesn't feel badly at all about the things that he does to her - she clearly deserves each and every one of them.
If he'd been the least bit afraid of the dark, her comment about his flashlight would have insulted him. But he merely has it to make it easier to see while he's looking around here - nothing more or less than that. Instead he takes her words as confirmation that the light is bothering her, so of course he holds it steady. Which may make it difficult for her to see how Pablo gives her a regretful look then quickly makes himself scarce - he's a mere state, and doesn't want to get caught between two nations.
An action which he won't soon regret, given what Vicente's sister says next. "You're only saying such things because I'm winning! You're afraid, but your insults won't help you! You should try begging me for mercy - maybe I will listen," the Venezuelan shoots back, trying really hard not to shout and almost succeeding. Having said all of that, though, he manages a somewhat calmer tone as he adds, "And I didn't invade Guyana - you can't invade land that belongs to you." Well, much of it did - according to him, anyways.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 21:52:12 GMT -5
As the light continued to glare into her eyes, she narrowed them. Her hand on her hip as she stared her brother down, at least where she assumed his eyes likely were, since he kept the flashlight on. Her brother was by far the most immature person she ever dealt with, which was saying a lot because Peru certainly had his moments too. She didn’t need to see Pablo to know he had left, and she felt her stomach drop in the process. He did not belong with Vicente and by the time this war was over, she planned to fix that wrong that had occurred far too long ago.
For her young age, Camila considered herself fairly mature, or at least she could act mature until the other New World nations that reminded her too often of hyper active puppies. She faced inward challenges. She faced the constant struggle of inward dilemma as many teenagers often face. Who was she? Who was she meant to be? Was she on the right path? Was she living up to her idiot father’s expectation? Why was she here? Why did it have to be this way? She battled with herself on her identity all too often, only made worse for she was a nation. She found her own remedies for such troubled thoughts, falling into drugs, but she always kept such activities private. It was not her brother’s business nor anyone elses. She could handle her country. She could led them to victory. She only needed to appear strong, to pretend, and she would be. Appearance is half the battle after all.
Her brother’s words fell on deaf ears. She ignored them and walked forward to him quickly without hesitating in her pace, straight to the light. When she was in arm distance of him, she knocked the flashlight on of his hands and found his eyes with her own, naturally they were below hers. “Lie to yourself all you want. I have no interest in participating in your fantasy,” she spoke, a hint of irritation in her voice.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 23:35:36 GMT -5
Though Camila may consider her inward struggles to be private, Vicente is very well aware of them. And not just for the innocent reasons that he so loudly protests against - when her inward struggles fail to remain quite so inward and actually affect his life - but because he's been encouraging them. It went so far beyond supporting FARC, even - whenever there's a flare-up in her drug problem, for example, who is there to profit from it? Him, of course. And he managed to do it without falling much into inward struggles of his own - or at least not the same kinds as his sister. It wasn't very difficult to figure out who he was, his problem is that he figured out that he's someone with extremely poor life management skills.
In spite of that, he knows that he's been changing. The process of maturation is not nearly as straightforward for nations as it is in humans. All a human needs to grow up is time and the proper food for a developing body, and they all grow up in about the same way. Nations, on the other hand, can find their growth stalled for centuries at any given age if conditions aren't right for them. But Vicente is a man now - he can feel it, even though his body still has some growing left to do. With that comes a change of his mindset. No, that doesn't mean that he'll give up tormenting his sister - he may be a man, but he's a very young man - but he seeing the world a bit differently than he used to. That has been its own struggle - change always is.
However, there's a certain very synergistic relationship between that change and the position he's found himself in with this war. Since joining the Joint Pact, he's been growing more powerful. He needs weapons for his battles, and his allies need his oil. But even beyond his oil, his allies need him to be strong so that he can offer his support instead of the other way around. However, just as a young man is getting his first taste of adulthood is perhaps not the best time to increase his strength - it's a lot to get used to, and it leads to rash decisions on what to do with that.
Especially in someone who already makes too many rash decisions. When the flashlight is knocked out of his hands, he sees no reason not to respond exactly as his first impulse suggests - he takes the one required step to be near enough to backhand her sharply across the face. "It's not a fantasy, but reality!" he tells her. And though he's not really enraged enough at her to use his full strength against her for her actions and words, he does so anyway because of a certain perverse curiosity. He has no idea what she's been doing with herself since the last time they exchanged blows but he's been taking every weapon and bit of land he could get his hands on. So now he has to ask himself: Exactly how much stronger than his sister is he now? Well, he can't find that out if he holds back, can he?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2015 0:05:55 GMT -5
She might have lost some of her land to her idiot brother, but by no means was she weak. Her people might be fractured at points, but they were united. Venezuela must suffer for its attempts.
Would it not be simpler to befriend him? It’s immature to still be fighting with a sibling.
Her jaw shifted at the sound that she knew no one else heard. She knew better then to have an argument in her head, as she occasionally did, especially not when she faced her brother before her. She stayed her ground. A small fraction of her people hoped for a diplomatic route, another wanted to let Venezuela win for his government system worked far better than her own, another only wanted anarchy to exploit their best export in their mind, cocaine, and the majority of her people wanted to utterly wipe the map clear of Venezuela. She had given each voice a name, even though she knew none deserved such. Lily had just spoken before. She was by far the nicest, though condescending, out of all of them. On terrible days, usually the days Camila numbed her mind through outside resources, they would argue with one another. Today was a good day. She had more good days since the war had begun compared to bad.
Yet in the end, even with the occasional slip of mind, she felt strong. Her economy had been growing drastically before the war, and after the war it only grew more. America had always been willing to help her, and she appreciated the man, even if he could be a bit bossy at times. He made her strong. He made her forget the voices telling her different things. However, even with her strength, she had not grown as quickly as her brother before her.
Pain.
It felt sharp against her skin and knocked her head to the side, causing her to stumble a few steps back. She did not remember him being able to hit so hard, and it brought about a small sense of worry. Her brother was getting stronger and stronger. If they did not contain him soon, they might not be able to, and that thought terrified her. Her brother would bring about the destruction of South America, if he had his way. They needed to defeat him.
Her hand gently touched her cheek, hissing slightly and pulling away. Her eyes shot back to her immature brother. Fear leaving in replace of anger. How could her brother be such an idiot? Did their father pass this horrible trait down? “Vicente, you are a fool. It’s no wonder you have no friends,” she snapped.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2015 4:03:37 GMT -5
Vicente watches the results of his little experiment with a certain almost sadistic glee. There had been a time, and not that long ago, that she was actually stronger than him. Of course, she was also so internally divided at the time that she couldn't use all of her strength, but it still rankled the easily upset young man for his younger sister to have that over him. It hadn't been his fault, he insisted to himself - America had been very unhappy with him and convinced almost everyone to stop helping him. But that's what had caused him to turn to many of the nations who would eventually form the Joint Pact. He was weakened, but it did nothing to convince him to be more cooperative with the large, imperious nation.
But as he watches his sister, how she stumbles, the sound that she makes as she pulls away - oh, how the tables have turned! "I'm sorry, did that hurt?" he asks, a mocking smile coming to his face. What she says rankles him a little bit, but only for an instant because he quickly responds, "I have all the friends I need." True, he's quite lacking in friends that are on the same hemisphere - actually powerful ones, anyway - and the ones that he does have are perhaps not of the highest quality when it comes to actually behaving like friends, but as far as he's concerned the proof is in the pudding: which of them is doing better? "And where are your friends, little Camila? Is America so busy being everyone's hero that he has no time for you? He has no business being in South America anyway - he's no better than the Europeans. In fact he's worse, trying to tell everyone what they must do and how they must be by force," he teases.
Having said that, he now begins to advance upon her, very slowly, intentionally giving her time to decide if she will advance or retreat, or simply remain where she is. "South America is for South Americans - nobody else. You remember what they did to mother's family, but we will not let them do the same to us. We must unite against them and be strong or they will control us. And if you don't agree then I'm sorry, sister, but I will have to make you," he says with a certain cruel smile. He doesn't really even want her to agree - it would deny him the pleasure of tearing her to pieces for every offense, real or imagined, that she's ever committed against him.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 22:09:07 GMT -5
She wished father would have smothered her brother at birth. It would have been quite beneficial for the entire world if his existence had never came to be. She did not respond to his mockery. Her eyes only narrowed in response. He might be stronger, but he would be an idiot to believe she could easily be brought to her knees. She would have found his statement humorous if her anger didn’t run through her blood with each passing second. Friends. Her brother could not really believe his allies were his friends. People like China and Iran only had one person in mind, themselves. They would ignore his brother if it did not benefit their interest. Selfish old nations who held little concern of them. She had met China once, and the experience was outright unpleasant. The man was condescending and indifferent. She doubted the man even took the time to learn her country’s name. Those were not friends, not real friends you can go to for support or ask to hang out. She doubted her brother was grabbing ice cream cones with the two older nations.
At the mention of America, her hand turned into a fist. Yes, America was bossy and loud. He always thought his ways were the best, but America had the largest heart. It was so big, she did not understand how it fit into his chest. He had helped her, still helped her to this day, and she would be indebted to him.
“Do not bring Mother into this!” she snapped and took a step forward. She loved their mother deeply, and she knew father had loved her too…in his own stupid ways. She had sacrificed herself for Camila and Vicente to live. “You have no right to preach South America isolation when you bring Russia into our land,” she growled, “You speak horrid words of America, but you work beside the devil himself. America is nothing like Europe. He allows us our freedom to do as we wish, not rule over us a tyrant. Our you so blind to history that you do not know the true evil in the world. Russia will take all your gains for himself and claim South America as his own! What will you do then brother? Cry like the little baby you are?” her eyes dark, “Spout that you didn’t mean for it to happen.”
She hit him hard in the nose, as hard as she could. “Wake up brother, you are on the wrong side,” she said coldly as if she had not just punched him in the face.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2015 19:59:00 GMT -5
Does Vicente consider his allies to be his friends? Not really. Not even Yao, who is probably his biggest supporter - that nation is more of a mentor than anything, and he's under no delusions about the fact that the ancient nation has his own agenda for their relationship that he doesn't entirely agree with. Iran is similar to Yao. And then there's Ivan... about all he can say about their relation is that they conveniently don't like the same people.
But he wasn't lying when he said that he has all the friends that he needs. He has all the help, support, advice, direction, and other such things that he needs - he's just not very needy. Some weapons, some pointers, perhaps a loan when he's dug himself into another financial hole - that's all he needs. He doesn't need a shoulder to cry on or other dumb things like that like his sister.
As his sister goes into a completely meaningless and unrelated rant about Ivan, though of course it's a complete delusion on her part, he can't help but feel his blood start to boil even more. He's about to really let her have it (verbally), when there's this sudden, inexplicable pain on his face. What the actual hurt? Okay, maybe she's actually strong enough to still hurt him if she gets him in a soft spot. He can shake it off! But ouch! Backing up a step and bringing a hand over his nose, he tries desperately not not let the pain show on his face. And he succeeds - well, except that his eyes are watering more than usual, and he's momentarily rendered speechless.
Nevertheless! The moment that he can shake off the surprise that she actually hit him and that it actually hurt that much, he finds his tongue again. "I'm not on the wrong side!" is his masterful comeback, though what he was going to say before she punched him in the face chooses to come back to mind a moment later. "Is it Ivan who tries to kill the Boss of everyone who isn't doing what he says? Is it Ivan who was kind enough to share his drug problem with everyone? Are the drugs why you don't seem to remember that it's America's fault Panama left you? And the Banana massacre? The failure of Plan LAZO? He's done nothing but screw with you to get what he wants from you since the day I left you to fend for yourself," he declares.
Now that he's not inwardly writhing in pain about his nose he steps back forward again - this time keeping his arms lifted a bit so that he can (hopefully) block her from doing that again. In fact as he comes closer he hopes that she tries it again, because this time it's his intention to grab her arms and if she predictably tries another strike that would make it all the easier. Otherwise he'll have to simply make a grab for them when he's close enough.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2015 20:33:05 GMT -5
She wished her brother could be a kind caring sibling like America’s who she forgot his name. They seemed to have a great relationship filled with support and caring. She suspected they had quarrels like all families, but nothing like her and her brother. Her brother was a power hungry idiot. A small barely noticeable smirk appeared on her features as she caught her brother’s pain. If he thought conquering her would be easy, he would be in trouble. He had gotten strong, yes, but it did not mean she trailed far behind.
The smirk quickly disappeared to a deep frown at her words. Each of those instances burned in her mind as the voices held so much control then. So much power…so many voices…she could barely think straight.
They all need to die. Each one of them. Make them suffer and burn. Make your brother burn for this.
No, why fight? Accept your fate. It’s coming for you. I’m coming for you. He’s the right path. The only path if you want to succeed.
If only we can talk. We can have a picnic and chat. Wouldn’t a picnic be nice?
No one cares about the government. There something more valuable. So much more precious. You remember, don’t you, Camila? It’s under the third floor board next to the night stand. Only a little bit. Only one line and then it doesn’t matter anymore. No brother. No people. Only bliss.
“Shut up,” she whispered softly, as the voices seemed to come to forefront of her mind, “Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP!” she shouted and dipped her body lower and swung her leg out in a side kick to her brother’s knees to knock him onto the ground. She stood. Her hand turned into a fist at her side as she glared down at him. “You accuse America, but all instances were as much your fault as his,” she snapped, for it was he who kept pushing communism into her land, into her people’s hearts. Unlike her brother, while America was a manipulative ass at times too, he had been there. He had seen her mind break, and given her the support, told her to listen to herself, to what she thought. He had been there. Not Vicente!
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 0:28:13 GMT -5
It would be a lie to say that Vicente feels nothing for his sister, but all the more positive feelings aren't the ones that come out. A part of it is simply the fact that he's not especially good at expressing such feelings, but most of it is because he can't get past just how stupid she is. Look at how easy it is for him to list off so many terrible things that America has done to her, but will she listen? No, it's like she's purposely ignoring it all, clinging to America for protection just because he's the strongest guy around like a helpless little girl. How can he seriously show any care for someone so pathetic?
And yet she's still his sister, so a part of him does hope that some day she'll wise up and listen to him. He just hopes that it's not until after her crushing defeat - because she deserves that. Then he can tell her what's what and she'll have to listen and tell him that he was right about everything all along.
When she starts to yell, he responds by looking more amused, at least until he sees her leg coming for him. Mierda, he hadn't been expecting that! Which means that he's not able to avoid the blow very well, but as his hands were already poised to grab her he lunges forward even as he starts to fall. His hands still aim to get her arms, but it doesn't matter what he can grab - her clothes, her hair - all that matters is that he gets a firm grip on her and won't let go. Not that he expects her to be strong enough to handle being used by him to catch his balance. No, instead it's that if he's going to fall to the ground, then she's going with him.
In fact, he attempts to twist as he falls so that she'll end up beneath him - but though the maneuver works in his mind, in reality he doesn't quite have the finesse for that. Instead his effort merely makes them both land on their sides, which... well, at least she didn't land on top of him. Though the main thing that he's focused on is maintaining his firm grip on her - which is made all the easier by the fact that he frankly doesn't care if he's hurting her.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2015 22:46:28 GMT -5
A painful grip takes hold of her hair, and while part of her wants him to merely rip the hair from her scalp before she falls with him, she is unable to fight against the momentum and force. She lands roughly on the side of the ground with him, his still obnoxious grip in her hair. She should cut it short, so it would not be an easy target in the future. She now held understanding why some female nations did such a thing. Fashion hardly held a place in war.
She reacted immediately and rolled on top of him, placing her hands around her brother’s throat, squeezing his windpipe tightly.
Kill him. Kill him!
She wanted to. Her brother’s existence had been a constant knife in her side, digging and twisting with each passing day, and yet underneath all the hate, she still loved him. He was her brother after all, and while blood held no relations in between nations, a bond between siblings could not be so easily broken. Her grip loosened, and she buried her forehead into his shoulder. Her breathing rough, her heartbeat still pounded in her chest from the adrenaline. “Why must you constantly hurt me?” she whispered, not sure if it was to herself or to him.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2015 14:49:50 GMT -5
Landing in the dirt with a thud, unfortunately Vicente is slower to react to the situation than his sister and the next thing he knows her hands are on his throat. Fortunately for him, however, that struggle doesn't seem to last for very long before she abruptly seems to think better of her actions. This is an excellent demonstration of why her inner conflicts are so much to his advantage.
He, on the other hand, has very few such internal conflicts. Probably because, as a socialist state which is constantly accused of being dictatorial in nature, internal conflicts are quickly and swiftly crushed. He rarely questions what he does, because of course whatever he wants to do is right.
So when he sees that his sister seems to be having some sort of a girly emotional breakdown, he's very quick to take advantage. He's pulled her hair enough times to know that if he manages to get a hold of enough of it and doesn't pull it too sharply, it's less likely to pull out and simply gives him control over her head. So he gathers more of it into his hands and then uses it to pull her head back and away from him. Then he takes advantage of his new strength to roll both of them until he's the one on top, quickly shifting his hands to her wrists - he doesn't want her to choke him again after all.
"Because you are a simple-minded fool who wouldn't know the truth of her situation if it fell on her head! You don't learn the simplest lesson unless it's repeatedly pounded into you, and even then you are slow! You should listen to me, your older brother, but do you? No, you don't! Because stupid Camila thinks that she knows better, no matter how many times everything she does blows up in her face. She'd rather run after the imperialist brother of a bastardo nation among bastardo nations, because of course he has her best interests at heart even though he's repeatedly proven otherwise. She'd rather side with Brazil instead of her own brother!" he rants angrily in her face.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 23:40:56 GMT -5
She winced as her hair was jerked back. She really needs to cut it. It has become more of a hassle then it is worth, and she has never been trying to impress someone with it. She would need to cut it, and hopefully she won’t look like Vincente in the mirror because having to look at her brother’s face every morning would piss her off. She grunted as she hit the ground and before she knew it, her wrists were in his hand. She should know better by now than to show weakness in front of her older brother. He has no heart.
You should have killed him.
Her eyes narrow at her brother’s rant. Lies. All of them. If Vincente would wake up, even with her internal divides at time, her economy boomed compared to his that lagged. She had become a stronger nation than him before the war. Yes, corruption filled her government, but she had been weeding it out. Her brother wanted her weak, wanted to control her, and she would have none of it.
Yet as he ranted she saw something that she hadn’t seen in her older brother since they were very small, as if he truly was only trying to protect her a way only an older brother could. As always, his methods to do so were outrageous. The emotions that had ripped through her a moment earlier, disappeared to her mask of indifference.
“Do it then,” she spoke calmly, her brown eyes never leaving his, “Do it, Vicente. Kill me. Would it make you feel better?”
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do not forget me
About thirty years ago, Israel's boss was assasinated. By who, well, no one knows, but Israel immediately blamed Iran. Of course, that alone wouldn't have started World War III, even though Israel and Iran's various allies declared war in quick succession.
Nah, the nuclear bomb in the middle of Jerusalem probably did it.
Now? Now the rest is history. The world's been at war for thirty years, thirty years of bloodshed and pain. No one else has reached for the nuclear option quite yet, but no one's happy. So if we all die- well, do not forget me, okay?
updates
10/15/2020 Do Not Forget Me: a dark hetalia RPG is re-opened!
credits
Do Not Forget Me was created by Waffles and Jonathan and amazing layout and coding is thanks to SO-4 . Content is copyrighted to Do Not Forget Me unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney The mini-profile remodel is by Trinity Blair of Adoxography. Thanks!
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