Blood and Fire - Fire Pt 1

Blood and Water
Fire: Part 1

Cast:
Canada: Robin Gurl
America: Miles
Britain: Robin Gurl
France: Miles

This is the gigantic thing that is still on going. xD Um..yeh. O.o xD haha. Enjoy this insanity. O.o Um we do torture Canada A LOT…and remember technically speaking this is only part 1 of a giant four parter. O.O yeh ..this first part was 45 pages before we cut it up into parts. PLEASE PLEASE Comment. We are DYING to know how we did.

Disclaimer: We own nothing but the idea.

America:  *grabs a log and tosses it on a wood pile then wiped his hands off on black leather work gloves stifling a cough * God it sure is awful Smokey out here.  *looks up at sky squinting his eyes *

Canada: * appears on the porch and comes out of the house with a tray that has drinks on it* Here, Alfred, Papa made raspberry lemonade again! *notices its hazy but thinks nothing of it at first *  Be careful lifting * Out of no where he starts coughing, at first annoyed more than anything because it won't stop* ..lifting those logs..*coughcough* in that heat. *Pants and takes one of the glasses and drinks some of it down just thinking his throat is dry.* ...sorry about that. But seriously, Alfred, don't over heat yourself!

America: *turns and gives his brother that stupid innocently cocky trade mark smile* Bahhh, don't worry 'bout me dude, there's no way a little heat's gunna do me in! *He points thumb at own chest confidently* But I am parched, *walks over and sits down on old wooden bench and takes glass* Thanks! Got any food too? *gulps down, getting more on face and down neck than in mouth*

Canada: America! Yuck, make sure to get it in your mouth. It's lemonade not water. Now you'll be all sticky. *makes a face and stifles some more coughs* ...it sure is hazy out here....hey what were you saying before I walked out? I heard a bit of it but Papa was yelling at Father again..

America: *looks over and blinks swallowing* *wipes mouth on arm handing glass back* I was just talking out loud *looks up sneezing* Gah! Stupid smoky air! Makes the inside of my nose i-it--ACHOOO!

Canada: Smokey...Air? *stands up straight and closes his eyes, letting the wind blow through his hair* ...it's not from Canada. Are your lands burning, America? *laughs* bless you. *coughs and winds up wheezing* ..this is *wheeze* crazy. It's hard to breathe out here, eh?

America: *sneezes again* Yeh...*rubs nose* just a few pete swamps on fire somewhere no biggy. Not like what happens down in California, brush fire thing.
But yes, *stands up coughing into red bandana round neck* it is smokey, making my eyes water *takes gasses and rubs eyes annoyed*

Canada: Are you sure it's not too bad? I read in the papers that they evacuated people who lived in Cali. *falls onto one of the stumps panting* ...*starts to notice he's really having a hard time breathing but tries to ignore it* So glad it's finally summer *wheeze* ..we should go *wheeze* to the pool...

America: *looks over* Yeh we should or go to your place and go swimming naked in Nigra falls again and scare the tourists like we did that one time *walks over and places hand on back* you ok bro? Sure are hacking alot

Canada:  Of ...Of course *coughing* ...w..why wouldn't I be? *panting* ..nigra falls..hehe...*cough* ...that was *cough* fun...can you *wheeze* hand me that other *wheeze* glass please?

America: *hands glass* here you go

Canada: *tries to drink but coughs and spews by accident* ..th..this sucks...*can't stop*

America: Canada?

Canada: *accidentally drops the glass to the ground and wraps arms around middle*..*wheeze* I..I can't *wheeze cough* breathe

America: *eyes widen* *bends down gently wrapping one arm around Canada* Easy bro, take it easy you're *cough* starting to scare me* when Canada doesn't stop, thread's one of his arms over shoulder and holds him up* Come on dude lets get you inside before you keel over on me

Canada: *tries to walk but knees buckle and he keeps coughing, most of them hoarse* sor...sorry...I don't understand...what's ...what's wrong

America: *picks up and throws across shoulders and lifts up onto feet* Its ok Matt, I gottcha, lets just get you inside *walks up path towards the house*

Britain: *Steps outside onto the porch wiping his hands on his apron* ...drat it all, this haze is just getting worse...now you can't even see the front yard. *sighs and coughs* ...France, *yells inside* go close the windows, you know how sensitive Matthew is to this sort of air quality, I'm glad he's inside at least...

France: Already done Angleterre, *comes out as well wiping hands on apron* don't want to ruin our lunch with ze taste of smoke oui?

Canada: *notices he's in Alfred's arms and sees two figures on the porch through the haze* ..oh no *coughs* ...Papa *wheeze* and Father..they are out on the porch...

America: *looks up* looks that way *looks over shoulder* want me to put you down?

Canada: Ye..Yeh, otherwise *coughs* Father will go *wheeze* over protective...I..I can walk, it's ok...I think...

America: Alright dude if you're sure *gently lets Matt down*

Canada: *knees start to buckle but he grabs onto America's arm, eyes watering* j..just help me inside...*unsteadily walks closer and tries to smile at the adults* ..go..good afternoon..*wheeze*

America: *holds Canada by back of shirt hiding hand from adults*

Britain: Matthew, I thought you were inside...Alfred what were you thinking taking your brother out into this weather? You know he has a hard time breathing.

America: *eye brows lift* Hey now don't be blaming me! You two sent him out with something to drink

Britain: *glances to France who shakes his head* We did nothing of the sort.

France: I made some lemonaid or whatever you call it for when you came in... *looks to Matthew* not to be taken out to you

Canada: *blushes and wheezes* I...It just felt so..so good out here ....and well....*knees buckle and he falls to the ground wheezing loudly* my..my chest hurts...

America: Canada! *tries to hull back up*

France: *hurries down steps and kneels down*

Britain: alright that's it, inside. Both of you.

France: Oui and dis is what 'appens petite *helps Britian haul him up to his feet*

Britain: America, you as well *playfully yanks nantucket* I know you and Matthew feel what the other feels, so inside with you as well ...do you have him Francis?

America: *flinches* France: oui *picks up Matt and carries inside* Gah! Let go of me! I'm *cough* fine. I've got a bit more work to g-get done...owww! stop pullin!

Canada: *wraps arms around France's neck* ...no..no I want to stay here with Alfred *wheeze* I'm alright, Papa...I'm alright!

France: *gently pats Canada's head* Oui, je sais un petite chou, but right now you need to go inside... It iz no fun when its all smokey out oui? Besides you're brother will be in soon *looks up at Alfred* Right?

America:  *growls trying to pull away from Britain* well yeh b-but....

France: *lifts eye brows with a look of "do not argue"

Britain: Oh he's coming in. Right. Now. Move it.

America: *is dragged up stairs* GAHH B-BUT! *is shoved then kicked through door way by Britain*

Canada: Papa....my..my throat is scratchy...*wheezes* it..its hurting my chest...the..the coughs hurt...*shudders in France's arms*

France: *walks over and places Canada on couch in large living room then wraps blanket around Canada and pets head* Its alright, just lie here and I'll get you some water, oui? *strokes blonde hair*

Britain: Here, I will help you, tea my help his throat..

Canada: *watches France leaving rolling his eyes* ...*grabs Alfred's hand* ..*smiles coughing hoarsely* ..I ..I don't know whose worse....papa or father...

America: *chuckles kneeling down next to him* Better both than just one...There fighting at least gives us a break *hands Canada his bear* *Crash from in kitchen and shouts insure* *snickers* You see? Like clock work!

Canada: *tries to laugh but winds up just coughing* I..I guess so...but..I don't even drink tea...

America: *winks* just plop some maple surrip in it, it'll taste better *ruffels hair playfully causing it to go every which way*

Canada: mmm maple syrup.....*lays head back onto one of the couch pillow* ...*wheeze* ....why aren't you as bad off as I am? You were..were *coughs for several seconds, sweat running down his face* ..out there lo..longer than me..

America: *shrugs* I guess cause its my land... I'm just more used to it *looks around corner then back to Matt* *slowly gets up* You think you'll be ok?

Canada: *tries to act normal* of..of course. I'm just..sleepy..and ...its hard to breathe...I'.I'll be fine. Y..You got your lemonade *wheeze* that's all that matters...right? ...

America: *eyes lift in worry* y-you didn't have to do that you shouldn't have... *sighs and sits back down* *gently pets head* and no...That is not all that matters...*pets head* You matter too you know

Canada: *smiles weakly*...I..I also rema..remade the drink for you..Papa..fa..failed at it...

America: *smiles warmly* Thanks Canada *pats shoulder*

Canada: *eyes slowly close* ...*wheezes* ...h..hope they haven't...ki..killed one another ...ye..yet...*turns to his side, eyes clenching in pain*

America:  *looks over shoulder then back down... Eye brows lift* I'm more worried about you than them... They've been beating each other up for centuries, you ok?
you don't look good...C-Canada?

Canada: m' fine...re..really...*pants* ...I th..think.

France: *walks back in room with glass of water*

Canada: Papa! *tries to sit up but fails* ....t..thank you!!

France: *hands Canada glass of water* Dere you go, that should help... Now tell me, Pourquoi n'avez-vous aller à l'extérieur. Je vous ai dit pas à.
(Why did you go outside when I told you not to)

America: *blinks stupidly and looks to Canada*

Canada: *eyes lower as he sips from the cup* ..I wanted to ...to see America...you sent him outside....I just didn't think it was that bad outside...*chokes on the water*

Britain: Frog, I told you water wouldn't help. Here, try some camomille tea, it will sooth your throat and calm you down. *walks out of the kitchen with a tray that has two tea cups* you as well Alfred.

America: *pulls face* d-do I hafta?

Britain: you were outside against better judgement *glares at France* and i won't have you deteriorating like Matthew has.

America: I aint gunna "deteriorating" its just smoke! *coughs* I'm fine!

Canada: *whimpers and whispers taking the tea reluctantly taking a sip of it* ..don't fight please..*coughs* ..

America: *looks down at brother opens moth to argue... But can't*

France: Just drink the tea Alfred and humor him...

America: *snatched cup up* Fine fine I'll drink it *slumps down onto the arm of the sofa and sips on tea *

Canada: *lays back on his brothers lap feeling very sleepy* ...*coughs and wheezes, wincing as a dull nauseous pain starts to come from his stomach* ..*tea cup shakes in his hand as he moans, tea splashing over the top of the cup*

America: *looks down* Canada? you alright?

France: *looks to Alfred then to Matt*

America: *rubs stomach* Gah... Ouch... What the?

Canada: *nods trying to ignore his pain* ..of..of course *takes another sip of the tea letting out a sharp cry of pain* ..s..sorry...

America: *winces* Yaow! Guh...Dude...you are not ok...I even felt that!

Britain: what is wrong, America?

*France looks to America*

America: *looks up at them to Matt*...*Rubs stomach* m-my stomach. Ouch!...Gah it hurts like I've been shot *winces at small sharp jolts of pain*

France: *narrows eyes in thought* "Matthieu tell us truthfully.... *folds arms* How are you... Do not lie."

Canada: *blushes and tries to fall back further into Alfred's lap* ...Je vais bien, papa! vraiment!

France: *taps foot lifting eyebrow*

Canada: Alright Alright! j'ai mal au ventre .. mais ce n'est rien de mauvais (alright alright! my stomach hurts..but it's nothing bad)

France: *turns to England lifting eye brows in question* "His stomach hurts" he says

Britain: *tsks shaking his head* ....don't leave I'll get the thermoniter.....

Canada: No! Father! Really, it's not that bad! *tries to sit up to stop him but the stomach pain stops him and he collaspes back against his brother*

America: *pats head* Easy dude don't hurt yourself *shifts hand across head...* You feel clammy dude

France: *kneels back down and places hand on Canada's forehead* *scrunches face and rubs chin stubble in thought* Hmmmm

Canada: Papa, je vais bien, s'il vous plaît cesser de s'inquiéter. Je ne veux pas être un problème. *moans weakly shivering* (Papa, I'm fine, please stop worrying. I don't wish to be a bother. )

France: Être encore Mattheiu (Be still Mathew. Quiet now son) *pets head soothingly and smiles warmly* Vous n'êtes pas une peine (you are not a bother)

Canada: Alfred *begs weakly* you can't agree with them!!!

America: *blinks stupidly* How can I when I don't know what in the Sam hill he's saying! *gestures to France*

France: *France chuckles* Une telle mignon petit pigeon (such a cute little piegon) *pets Alfred's head*

Britain: *reappears* ..ah here it is!

Canada: *giggles* he called you a cute pigeon

America: *blinks stupidly* Pigeon? Wha?

France: *Waves hand indignatly*

Canada:  plus comme un pigeon stupides, papa *says with weak humor* (more like a stupid pigeon, papa)

France laughs: Oui Matthieu, qui est la farce fils (Yes Mathew that is teh joke son) *pats head chuckling and gently rubs knuckle on cheek*

Britain: *rolls eyes* alright speak the Queen's English please, now Matthew open your mouth

America: Hey now, I know the word "stupid" when I hear it!

Canada: *rolls eyes but opens his mouth weakly*

America: *smirks* Cheerio! Wot? Bullocks! Bolderdash! *says with a very bad accent*

Britain: *rolls eyes and yanks Nantucket hard with one hand and puts the thermometer in with the other* Close down, my boy. *turns to Alfred and yanks Nantucket again* you on the other hand are going to meet the guillotine!

America: GAHHHOOOWWW Ahhhh! France why did you invent that thing!!

France: *gestures to England* to keep him from making a mess... And to speed up production so to say...*looks over and smirks at America* Though, I don't think its your head 'e is speaking of oui? *glances to Nantucket*

America: *rolls eyes up ward then gulps* You would dare!!

Britain: Would I not? *reaches over and strokes Matthew's shoulder length blonde hair back* How has his breathing been since I left? Has the tea helped?

France: A little better, from what I've heard, but raspy still

America:  *looks over at Canada debating on whether or not to say something about his wheezing* *asks with eyes* *~Should I tell them? You ok?~*

Canada: *glances over to America* ~I don't know....I'm just sleepy - my throat and stomach hurts ~*

America:  *~I've noticed...can you breathe?~*

Canada: *shrugs* *~ yes?? it just hurts to do so....*inner voice gets weaker* ..so ..so tired ~* *eyes shut in real life and he slumps against Alfred the thermometer falling out of his mouth*

America:  Huh? Canada? *grabs thermometer and looks at it, it says 102.1* *eyes widen* Jesus Christ! Canada! *turns back to his brother tossing thermometer at adults, feels him gasping heavily against leg* Come on bro snap out of it!

Canada: *eyes open slowly* ..a..alfred....I don't feel good....*winces as his voice is hoarse from coughing so much*....*sweat running down the side of his face* Papa, je pense que je suis malade (papa, I think I'm sick)

France: *kneels down and places hand on forehead brushing America's hand away*...I was afraid of dis...*sighs and smiles despite the look of worry plastered on face* Don't worry mon mei, it will be alright... *Gently scoops Canada up* Lets get you to your room oui? And I'll fix you some of that maple tea you like?

Canada: *looks over at Alfred* ...but..but....*coughs and moans* Papa! America, don't leave me!

America: *stand up* I'm not going anywhere dude

France: You're frere is not going anywhere. He's coming too... *looks to Britain and Alfred*

America: *nods* right

Britain: *stands up yanking America to his feet* we're all coming, do not worry.

America:  *rubs arm* I said I was coming

*All head up to Matt's room...About an hour passes... Matt and Alfred sit on the large bed, listening to the radio while Alfred plays his gameboy*

~ And in other news, raging forest fires spread across the area...Citizens are advised to seek shelter and those who are in hazard eras are to evacuate~

Canada: *sits up knocking the compress off his forehead, wavering unsteadily* ..ohhhh *holds head in hands* ...we're ...we're not in that area ...are we? *starts to slightly panic*

America: *looks up from game boy and looks out window...Haze has gotten thicker* Nah! we're fine...*coughs and wipes forehead* D-don't worry *secretly is growing a bit concerned*

Canada: H..How can I not worry? *starts hacking a bit of blood dripping to his hand*...Oh god..

America:  *eyes lift and face contorts* Oh my God!! MATT *scoots closer inspecting him and the blood dripping on sheets* g-gross! Dude! What's happening to you!

Canada: I..I don't know...*finding it hard to breathe* ...Al..Alfred this isn't good ....this ...this is bad...*eyes close briefly and he collapses back to the pillows panting and out of breath, clearly to weak to be sitting up or moving*

America: *moans nervously* M-Matt? *gingerly places hand on forehead*
*softly* D-dude...*gulps then starts to gently rub his head* shhhh easy Matt easy
you're going to be alright, just relax, just breathe *tries to hide fear* *winks* One step ahead of me as always bro *pats head* You wait here now, don't run off *says lightly trying to keep mood cheerful...As soon as he is out the door he sprints down hall*