aphanon_meme | part 359 survival horror tropes

part 359 survival horror tropes

Hello again meme! Can you believe all these new updates? I love it! I hope we see more historical stuff, though ~~and not just emperors~~. Also more of that Denmark, whatta guy.

Enjoy part 359!

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[This doesn't look like a good place to rest, out in the open as it is, but he needs to sit down. And this place has seats, at least]

[He takes a seat on one of the top rings, pulling off his vest. He takes off his shirt, too, wringing out the water from when he fell into the river. It's a shame he doesn't have any kindling here. He'll have to start a fire in the forest and dry his clothes there]

[After replacing the bandages around his hand, he looks around, making sure he's alone. Then he starts taking off his pants to dry those, too]

Is it really that hard for people to keep their clothes on around here?

[Turns his back away, a back which Germany might remember, as the light catches on the edge of his axe. The same axe which cut the rope on the bridge.]

[At least he's still wearing his underwear and his bulletproof vest]

I-I'm just trying to dry them!

[That back certainly does look familiar...] Which I wouldn't have to if you didn't cut the bridge...!

[Germany glances at his bag. He isn't carrying the blowgun he took from Australia in his hands. Getting it ready now would take too long. And he still has no idea what the blowdarts would do, exactly. He hopes it's poisoned somehow, but he won't know until he tries]

[And it would take too long, as well. Germany's eager to finish this game, and the pheromones from both the fuck fields and these ruins are making him more aggressive. He grabs the old pitchfork and stands up, readying himself for an attack]

Turn around, America.

[~~Please ignore the fact he's in his underwear~~]

Edited 2015-02-21 12:23 (UTC)

[America stiffens as Germany mentions the bridge. So someone found out about that, huh? He hadn't even seen anyone! Then again, he was trying to get out before someone realized what he had done, so maybe he wasn't looking around all that carefully...]

[He starts to reach for his bow and an arrow in the quiver, but he's not sure what weapons Germany has on him, and that's better for when he's doing something a little more stealth. He pulls his hands away from them and slowly turns, hand hovering over the axe. Normally he'd be more interested in clearing up the understanding, but something about the way Germany was talking had him on edge, and it pissed him off.]

What kind of an idiot crosses a bridge with one of the sides out?

I was almost across already!

[He won't ask why America cut the rope, he simply assumes America's playing the game. Just like he is, now]

[It seems America has a bow and arrows, and an axe. Both are much better weapons than his heavy pitchfork. His bulletproof vest will take a bit more force to slice through than his body, but that's no problem for someone like America. Just his luck. But he can't drag this out any longer]

[A world meeting is at stake]

I'm sorry, America, but I can't let this game drag out any longer.

[Now that America doesn't have his back turned, Germany has no trouble attacking him. He grabs one end of the pitchfork with both hands, swinging it around like a club to try and hit America with it]

[Of all the things he expected, Germany coming at him with a rusty pitchfork was not one of them. His eyes widen as he ducks, narrowly avoiding getting hit.]

What the hell, man?! It was an accident. Ac-ci-dent!

[Whips his axe out from his belt loop, swinging at Germany's arm in anger. Disarming him is first and foremost in his mind.]

[Second is making him pay for attacking him afterwards.]

That's not why I'm—!

[Oh, shit. He pauses to dodge America's counterattack. The pitchfork hinders his speed too much, though. He drops it, sacrificing his weapon for speed as he pulls his arm back]

[America manages to nick it, but at least he let go of the pitchfork. If he hadn't, the axe would probably be embedded to the bone in his arm right now]

[Now that he has the disadvantage of facing an armed opponent, his first instinct is to take a step back and keep his distance. But he doesn't. Putting too much distance between them might just make America throw the axe at him]

[So, rather than take a step back, he immediately aims a quick punch at America's stomach]

[America's attention is derailed as soon as Germany drops the pitchfork, kicking it out of reach. So, Germany's punch hits him square in the gut.]

Oofh...

[Stumbles back as he keels slightly, raising his axe defensively as he glares at Germany.]

You're really out to kill people, aren't you? Even I missed my date rather than kill people I'm supposed to be friends with.

[Reaches over his back, pulling one of the arrows out of the quiver with his free hand. Not enough time to shoot an arrow, but he can throw it with a good force anyway.]

[It's not his axe, but America throwing something sharp at him is exactly what he feared would happen. At least he's suffered worse]

Of course I am! Don't you know the next World Meeting is in a week?!

[Germany, of course, has all of his most important notes already in order. But he still has to double check them]

[He grunts, ignoring the arrowhead stuck in his shoulder, and rushes America, trying to tackle him. He can't afford any distance between them, after all]

[How is he still moving like that? Don't most people start obsessing over the pointy object of death in their shoulder when it happens in the movies?]

What world meet--

[The question is enough to distract him, and he doesn't dodge as Germany plows into him.]

Argh! Get off!

[Brings up the hand holding his axe, as he tries to hit Germany with the blunt side on his head to get him to let up. The quiver is digging into his back in the most uncomfortable ways.]

[Except for the hero. And the really kinky ones. One guess which category Germany falls into]

[His vision blackens at the edges when America hits his head. He grunts, bracing himself on his arm as he tries to get everything in focus again. If he didn't have an arrow stuck into his shoulder, he'd use that arm to elbow America in the stomach]

[With his vision still dark and blurry, he manages to lift himself off of America a little. Just enough to aim a punch at whatever part of America is in front of him]

Edited 2015-02-24 18:59 (UTC)

[You kinky bastard.]

[The only thing between Germany's fist and the ground is America's face. He turns to the side, taking the blow to his cheek and jaw before shoving Germany off of him roughly.]

[He pushes himself to his feet, moving the bow off from over his shoulders, spitting blood from his mouth before knocking an arrow.]

Fucking...

To hell with your meeting!

[As Germany rolls off of America and onto his back, he blinks up at the painfully bright sky. The blow to his head still has him disoriented and dizzy]

[Germany gasps at that. Since he has no aspirations to become a pin cushion, however, he doesn't respond right away. Instead he sweeps at America's legs, rolling himself up on all fours with the same move. He grits his teeth and forces himself to focus. It doesn't stop the dizziness entirely, but he can carry on like this. And that'll have to do at the moment]

What will it take for you to take them more seriously already?!

[America's aim is disrupted as he jumps back, away from Germany's legs as he moves to pick himself up.]

[He's quick to aim for him again, however.]

For them to not be so boring and stuffy?

[Fires the arrow towards Germany, trying to hit his other shoulder. He just doesn't want to get tackled from behind trying to leave.]

[Man that punch really hurt...]

[A sharp pain sears through his shoulder when that arrow embeds itself to the bone into his shoulder. Germany lets out a loud cry of pain, grabbing at his shoulder, even if the movement jostles the arrow in his other arm]

Any meeting with you in it is never boring...

[It might've been a compliment if it weren't for the sarcastic tone of voice]

[The wounds in his shoulder need tending to, and Germany'd like nothing more than to keep resting and do just that, but as long as America has that bow, he has to stay on America. Giving him distance between them just gives him opportunities to fire that bow. So he grinds his teeth together and pushes himself up with a growl, immediately running at America to close the distance again. When he's within range, he stops and pivots on his left foot, aiming a kick at America's side with his right. His form's sloppy, but he has momentum on his side]

Aw, you do care...

[It's hard to tell whether America is being sincere or mocking, as his tone is distracted, trying to guess Germany's movements. He's not expecting the pivot. While the blow isn't as hard as it could be, he's still sent stumbling to the side, but not quite knocked over. He's gotta end this somehow. He's got people to find.]

But I'm still not interested in your meeting.

[Takes a moment regaining his posture. There has to be a way to distract him...]

[With all the injuries he's sustained, Germany isn't looking too good. He's clutching at his shoulder, keeping pressure on that wound. The amount of blood he's lost by now would be dangerous for a human, and he's beginning to feel woozy]

[But he's too stubborn to give up, so he uses his height and build to look as imposing as possible, hoping it'll make him look more lethal than he is at the moment]

It's everybody's meeting, and attendance is still mandatory!

[With that, he gathers his strength to aim another kick at America. At his chest, this time]

The only reason anyone goes is to play footsie under the table and dick around in the closet!

[The kick is lacking it's usual strength, but America's reeling from the other blows and stumbles back a few steps before falling on his ass. It brings his attention to the manga in his back pocket as it digs into his skin.]

This stupid thing...

[Pulls out the Ero manga from his pocket, throwing it at Germany's head. Maybe the spine will hit his eye or something.]

[Oh, America. That hurts. Not only because it would mean he's been left out of both of those activities, but primarily because it would mean all that work he's put into his presentations was for nothing]

T-That's not true!

[Thinks. Well, it's probably true for certain nations. Like France, obviously. But Australia also comes to mind. ~~It's a small wonder why.~~ On the other hand, he also knows there are nations that are more mature and do take it seriously]

Japan wouldn't! And Norway wouldn't, either!

[Please don't tell him otherwise, or he won't be able to look them in the eye during meetings]

[If he were more coordinated, he could simply turn away, just enough to dodge the book. But he doesn't trust his senses completely, and he'd rather be safe than sorry. So he brings one of his arms up to shield his face and ducks. When he hears the book land just behind him, he snaps his head around, ready to jump for cover if America chucked a grenade at him. Though Germany doubts it is a grenade, because he caught a glimpse of the thing before America threw it at him]

[As he looks, he sees that it opened on a particularly explicit page, and his cheeks flush in record time from embarrassment]

W-What on earth are you doing carrying something like that?!

[On second thought, he probably doesn't want to hear the answer to that]

MORE IMPORTANTLY!!

...WHY ARE YOU THROWING IT AT ME?! [HE DOESN'T NEED IT. ~~HAVE YOU SEEN HIM THIS BR?~~ HE HAS A BIG ENOUGH COLLECTION OF DIRTY MAGAZINES AT HOME]

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