Mercutio almost continued his thoughts, when the other male stood up and left. Just left. Right when they started talking. Mercutio felt... hurt. He quickly stood up, following him out into the rain. "Tybalt!" He caught up with him, walking around so he was facing the front and looking at him face to face. "It seems... I've wronged you.." He put a hand on the other's shoulder, hoping Tybalt would have the patience to let him explain himself.

---

Canada was startled by England's sudden outburst, which threw him out of his chair. He lay beside his knocked over chair, covering his face with one arm and holding himself up with the other. Every word England said seemed to push him down further. He was grateful Japan cut him off. But Canada wouldn't stay silent anymore.
"You don't know..." He started, before getting up, "You don't know how much he did for me! Not before I went to live with you and Alfred! He was kind, and gentle, and patient and he... he.." He stopped, holding a hand over his left eye, "Do people really change this fast?.."
America wouldn't stay silent either. He never heard his brother yell like that. This must have really been grating on him. He put the now-cooked burgers onto a large plate as fast as he could, and when they were all off the grill, he set them aside. He had to do something.
America went over to Canada, putting an arm around him, resting his hand on the opposite shoulder. "He has a point Arthur, sorry to say." Canada had taken the liberty of leaning on America for comfort, "But Matt, you gotta know that France... isn't the same as he was. You aren't New France anymore, you're Canada. You gotta know when to draw the line." He honestly wondered how England would take this, since these were his same thoughts when he claimed independence.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Through the whole conversation between brother and brother, he stood. He didn't move and he didn't talk yet his eyes were everywhere and he really wasn't sure what to do. Fists were curled and uncurled against white knuckles and he had to lash out on something--he would blow, and he knew it, despite everyone trying to end the fued. The fire was at the end of the rope before enough water was there to take it out.
At a certain moment that his hands were uncurled with fingers stretched, his hand scooped under the newly-made, plain burgers' plate. And he threw it.
The hot patties were thrown here and there and Japan lifted himself from his chair frantically in a baffled reflex. "England! Stop, please," he whined, throwing a burger off his shoulder and into the grass.
"Shut the fuck up," he hissed. Japan winced and turned his cheek away, squeezing his eyes shut and making an X with his arms in front of his head, but...
...no hit came. Somehow, he'd expected a slap, but messing up their supper seemed to suffice for now before he shook his blonde head at himself. No one moved but him. He backed up slowly before nearly stumbling off the edge of the deck; catching himself, he turned to run. But what hurt Japan the most was not knowing whether those were tears that had been on his face or a certain illusion of lighting.

The need to chase after him to help him along was overwhelming but something kept him there. It was probably in the pale boy's right mind to stay put while he steamed off before really risking getting slapped across the face. Yet he made no move to sit and wait it out; he just stood where he was and worried about the other's reactions.

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

His arms moved, and he fully intended to simply hug Mercutio to him as though the sandy-haired man would disappear if Tybalt didn't hold onto him, but instead something completely different happened. Instead, Tybalt's hands grasped onto the front of Mercutio's shirt and he practically slammed the other man into the nearest tree, gazing at him for a long moment before his lips connected with Mercutio's.

((^ DZGHJDKJHTHYJTHYIER I HAD TO. I HAAAAD TOOOOO. -WAITS FOR BOMBS TO DROP-))

-- Dannii <3

The muscular chest of Tybalt rose up and down rapidly as he stared at Mercutio, shocked at his own actions. His grip loosened, hands shaking lightly, and he stepped back before turning away from the sandy-haired man. He paced around like an agitated wolf, running a hand through his curly hair in frustration. What was he doing? He shouldn't have let emotions get the better of him. He was strong, wasn't he? He was supposed to be cut off from his feelings when they threatened to overcome him.
That had changed, clearly.
One tanned hand reached towards the handle of his rapier, but he did not unsheath the weapon. Instead, he gripped it tightly as some sort of comfort, eventually stopping and leaning back on a tree, giving Mercutio only a side view of him. The rain fell down on him, soaking every inch of his body, seeping through the clothes he wore. It was not easy to make Tybalt blush or feel nervous, but across his cheeks, there was a very light flush. His breathing slowed and returned to normal, but he felt as though someone was repeatedly stabbing him in the chest.
Tybalt did not dare look over at Mercutio.

-- Dannii <3

The Capulet heard Mercutio slide down the tree, and a small sigh emitted from him. He struggled with an odd feeling in his eyes, a sort of stinging, heated sensation. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt that.
"Mercutio," Tybalt's deep voice finally broke the silence, yet still he could not bring himself to look at the other. He didn't want to see the expression on Mercutio's face. After all, he could not be sure what expression would be there. Would it be anger? Sorrow? Betrayal? Or would Mercutio be emotionless on the outside? "Mercutio..." He repeated, hesitating, trying to find something to say that would...make things better.
He could feel his eyes stinging.
And his heart pounding.
And a terrible sadness.
And confusion.
And he was wondering why he had been fated to fall for Mercutio, of all people. It was wrong, was it not?
He wanted to apologise to Mercutio.
But how could he?

-- Dannii <3

There was no reply. No sign that Mercutio was listening. Nothing. Just endless nothingness. Tybalt closed his eyes tightly for a moment, trying to stop the irritating stinging sensation. He failed. If only, if only Mercutio had not come across Tybalt in the shelter. If only Tybalt had not allowed himself to grow closer to Mercutio in the first place. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just tell Mercutio exactly how he felt instead of staying silent? He was so lost, so very lost.
"Mercutio," The man hesitated for a long moment, finally turning his head to look at the other man. "Forgive me..."
This was what emotions could do. This was the price of falling for someone. For Mercutio.
Did the sandy-haired man hate him? Was that why Mercutio refused to look at him? His throat tightened and he struggled to remain standing. Although he'd been sleeping before Mercutio had come along, the entire situation exhausted him. He wanted to flee from Mercutio, get out of his sight the way Mercutio most likely wanted him to, curl up somewhere and fall asleep, not waking up until his feelings were closed off again.

-- Dannii <3

Mercutio dared to look up to the other, if only for a second, before burying his gaze into the ground again. Did he just apologize? For what? Mercutio felt the same way, what was there to apologize for? But if there was no need for apologies, then why did they feel like this... Mercutio took in a breath, then sighed it out, finally standing up awkwardly to lean against his tree.
"There is nothing in need of forgiveness. It was clear that we both meant it." That was pretty much all he could manage to say before he was overcome by his nerve. A faint blush ran through his cheeks as he closed his eyes again, crossing his arms. He wondered what Tybalt would say now.

---

Canada sat in his chair, slumped over as if he was about to throw up, and trembling slightly. Never in all his life had he been yelled at like that. Not since he burned down the White House anyway. But somehow it still wasn't as bad as what had just happened. He let Japan do what he wanted, he felt safer with him anyway. Someone as old as Japan was sure to know how to take care of him. He felt so young... He held his face in his hands, pressing his glasses against his eyes painfully, as if that would help. Canada was overwhelmed with guilt.

America made his way around his house to the driveway, slightly thankful he saw that England's car was still there. His shoulder's dropped some, though, as he saw his older brother, his forehead against the steering wheel. The younger nation didn't know whether to keep his anger or to feel a bit sorry now. Either way, he went down the driveway, over to the black car, and gently opened the door on the driver's side. He didn't say a word for the longest time, but finally, he took in a breath. "Sorry about all this."

(OH PFF THESE ARE BOTH FAIL AAAAGH LOL)

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Unwilling? Where did he gat that idea from? Mercutio shook his head repeatedly, though he didn't say anything at first. "Not unwilling.. Just... afraid..." He looked around the ground, looking at anything that wasn't Tybalt. It was true, at least. There were far too many possibilities in the future to keep Mercutio calm. Too many people to face. He let out a quiet yawn, being totally exhausted. His throat burned with thirst and his stomach churned in hunger. That on top of everything else made it impossible to lift his mood anymore.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

(Ah! Okay <3)

There was a slight drizzle today, just enough to keep this old stag under his shelter. His black and orange fur twitched in some irritation as a few stray drops fell through the few cracks of the stone roof above him. Though it wasn't a good day to go out, he still found it peaceful, warm and comforting enough to put him to sleep. And it was a tempting offer to his hazel eyes. Skokey rubbed his eyes with one of his front legs to wipe the grit of sleep away. He wondered where his family was, anyway. Skokey let out a faint whistle to entertain himself.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Skokey smiled up at Fenqua, studying her form until she started talking to him. "Ah, you know I'm not a runner. 'Sides, I think I look pretty good as it is." He blinked his dull hazel eyes, nodding towards the ground for her to sit down. "You're probably soaked by now. Have a seat, I'm lonelyyyyy." Skokey let out a fake pout, looking up with big, shiny puppy eyes.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

A few pale fingers brushed down Canada's cheek in an attempt to settle the poor boy's nerves. He looked ill. "Canada-san? Would it be okay to go in the house so I can aid to us?" If it was simply hunger then he would love to get their minds off of the current situation with food and medicine. Besides that it was progressively getting hotter outside enough so that he could look out to the nearby road and see the heat ripple the air around it. How he managed so long with his jacket on he'd never remember. It wasn't his home to enter, however, and since America had left to hopefully get England back on the right footing he wasn't able to ask him.

England was well aware of America even before he spoke, thankful that he'd stopped wailing just as he came into view. His door was still wide open as he slowly realized what a hell-hole his car currently was; it was hotter inside of it than the pavement was. Yet he only sat back and furiously used his elbow to rub tears off his cheek. Perhaps America would figure he was sweating over crying this way, turning towards him and resting his knees against the steering wheel.

Half-heartedly he wondered if America was going to sit, but after waiting a few silent moments for that to happen, he spoke out of turn in a dark voice straight from the pits of night.
His expression was grave. "You should be."

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

Japan nearly attempted to slide the screen door open as was normal in his country before remembering it wasn't that simple in the West. His fingers pressed under a handle to help him pull it open so they could enter, but he didn't get that far. He stopped short at that question, turning slowly to Canada in sympathy with his bangs starting to stick to his forehead. The tips of his fingers were pressed together as he watched his hands nervously fidget before having the heart to answer. "England and I are friends but it would be easy to make an enemy of him, too. He's very touchy. ...I've been his foe many times, it's just ..something about him." As he was about to continue, he shrugged, not quite understanding the question or how he was supposed to answer it. How was he still friends with England? He wasn't family, and he trusted him enough to practice spells with him even if he didn't oblige. He didn't have the same connection they did.

Maybe letting the syrup-loving male know a little secret would be a better answer. And this time he could connect his eyes with Canada's even if he wouldn't stare back. Brown and blue. "He talks about you a lot. And America."

He obeyed. Not so much because America had ordered him to and he feared another brawl but because the sun and his mood didn't mix all that well. In a matter of possibly two quick seconds he was out, slamming the door and then leaning his whole side against it so that his arm stung against the car's blackness. That straight expression never faltered. "Everything you say has twice as much meaning to me over some random street-goer, America. You're my brother." A thumb's nail was slipped between his teeth to chew on as he slid down the side of the car so that he was sitting on his feet and staring into the rear view mirror. His green eyes didn't seem as bright as usual; he'd probably cried out the color. "We used to sleep together when we were little. We're close, but ..we're so far all at once. I don't want it to be this way with Canada, too. Damn France can go fuck himself for ruining everything I want."

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

'Pfffft. I'm gonna win for sure, I'll kick his arrogant teenage ass and show him who really works out around here.' She smiled down at Skokey, who was leaning his quite heavy body against hers. But Fenqua didn't mind, she was used to it. Plus, her muscles were strong enough to hold the weight of an adult stag.

'The kids? How would I know. They never tell me anything anymore..' She sighed heavily. 'But I guess that's normal, they have their own lives now. Faytha is happy frolicking with Spade and Fenkovan is chasing every girl he can find. He has been pretty close with that Poltergeist girl, although he doesn't really know how to comfort her. Or so I've noticed.'
Fenqua had heard about Wudiin's death and was struck by it, while not even knowing him personally. Poltergeist was Fenkovan's best friend, which she thought he had a crush on for a while, and the white stag's death had once again altered her son's mood. He seemed to be emotionally unstable at times, which worried her... His anger problem seemed so familiar it creeped her out.



To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul

"I don't know, the kid's got energy." He chuckled, "I hope you win though, it would make all the running worth while." He nuzzled her a bit more before taking some of his weight off her.
"Ahh, right, I heard about that... Poor kid.." He thought for a moment, taking in a breath, "I'm glad his mood doesn't drop as bad as mine used to." He didn't want to remember all that, but he couldn't truly escape it. He could barely drink from the pond anymore, he was so afraid.

---

Canada stared at Japan, taking in those last few words. He never really thought about it, but he had to agree. It seemed to make sense anyway. But he had nothing to add. The younger one looked around, his stomach finally registering. He didn't think they would be eating real supper any time soon, so he grabbed for a bag he brought over...
And pulled out a chocolate frosted donut. He looked at it bitterly, but his stomach told him to eat it. Though before he did, he held the bag out to Japan, offering him some food as well.

America stood by the car, watching England stomp back over to the house. Again, he didn't take it to heart, he just waited for it to register. He stepped a few paces towards his own house, waiting for England to either stop or rip off the door to go inside. He knew England was thinking, but as always, America had said too much. He was too used to it by now. He wondered what his brother would do if he did go into the house? Canada and Japan were surely inside because of the heat, and with Canada shaken up as it is... He didn't want to think about it.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

'Well honestly...' Fenqua said, showing him a serious face. 'That's what I'm worried about, it's like every emotion hits him extra hard. Plus, he's got a real difficult anger problem. Up until now it didn't give any trouble, but it's starting to act up now he's becoming an adult. I'm a bit worried about him, but maybe that's just me being a mother...' Fenqua sighed and softly kissed Skokey's forehead. She was secretly hoping his words would calm her, make her feel better and less worried about her kids. The elder doe couldn't help it, the twins were her treasures.



To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul

(.. Hello? D:)



To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul

It was Japan's turn to be the shaken one, being left to stand and witness the happenings of another's life before his dark yet open eyes. He would have stood there for the longest time watching like a lost puppy with an open mouth had America not come to his side for him to glance up at. For the shortest time he thought it was Canada as they looked so alike and he even offered his donut to him before realizing their shirts weren't the same. Even so, he went through with handing him the donut, not wanting to look foolish by withdrawing it back to himself. "What happened?" he whispered, brows knit.

England pulled Canada into his heavy-breathing chest while mingling blond hair into blond hair. His hot cheek pressed against his brother's ear, muttering, "No, you've done nothing wrong and you were right to mention France. We shouldn't let him get between us but I did and I'm so sorry..."
Openly, he cried. Tears ran down his cheek and his neck before he pulled Canada closer to stop his sobs, but they were his own. And they didn't stop.

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

Skokey looked to Fenqua for a moment, showing surprise in his hazel eyes. "Adopt?" He paused for a moment, letting the taste of the word settle on his lips. After that, he smiled, "That's great, Fen! Do you.. mind if I help?" It felt a little silly to ask, but it was Skokey after all. He was never sure of his parenting, even though he raised two perfectly normal deer with Fenqua. But the news of taking care of orphans really brightened his day. He had been wanting something to do, and this would be perfect for the both of them. After all, more biological children were out of the question...

---

America looked over at Japan, holding a hand up to refuse to offer of his donut. He crossed his arms, watching the eldest and the youngest patch things up right infront of him. He shrugged, letting out a breath, "Who knows..." He smiled anyway. It was hard to explain themselves to someone like Japan, or anyone for that matter. They were a strange bunch of brothers.

Canada felt a bit strange at the sound of England's sobs. Out of the three, England had to be the strongest. One of the strongest people he knew, even. The young blond moved his hands from England's shoulders to around his back, hugging him while letting a few blue tears fall out of his own eyes. He desperately wanted England to stop crying, though he personally didn't mind. His eyes were open, though he looked at nothing. He wondered if this was the last of the situation, but something told him he had to do something with France. This wasn't over yet.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

(They are? They could always try LOL.)

Fenqua's smile grew even wider when she heard Skokey's enthusiasm. She sighed in relieve, but somehow it all seemed pretty obvious. He was never the type to get angry with her, especially not about things like this. 'Ofcourse! Fawns need both a mom and a dad. At least, that's the best way to raise a child. I can't wait to take it to the Pond for a drink, or play around with it in a flower patch, chasing the butterflies together. It takes me back to those days we were younger, don't you think? Can you remember when when we were still fawns ourselves?' Fenqua asked curiously, while looking into his eyes. He had the same cute eyes as always, since he was a fawn. Eyes were about the only future that hardly changed while growing up and she could still picture a clear image of Skokey as a fawn.

'I remember it like it was yesterday.'



To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul

Fenqua shoved a little closer to Skokey, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. Comforting, familiar warmth that felt like home. Home sweet home, underneath this simple stone roof at the Playground. Just the two of them. She nodded at his words. 'Yes, you're right. Both the good and the bad have made us how we are right now. And honestly, I wouldn't change what we have become, because I'm proud of it. We're good deer and we're good parents.'

She softly kissed his lips. 'I love you Skokey... and nothing will change that.'



To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul

Skokey nuzzled back, closing his eyes to treasure the warmth he felt from her. "I love you too, I always will." He looked out on the rain, thinking of all the conversations they had under this stoney slab. As fawns, as teens, as young adults, and now. After their own fawnhood, and the fawnhood of their children, and hopefully some day, the fawnhood of their grandchildren. Skokey would like nothing more than to see another fawn grow up under them. Nothing felt more satisfying to him.

---

America shrugged, turning his attention away from Japan after seeing he probably wouldn't start a conversation, and America didn't know exactly what to say. Instead, he stepped over to the bag of donuts and fished one out for himself, taking large bites as usual, his face quickly becomming covered in chocolate frosting. But after hearing what England said, he stopped chewing on his current peace to stare down at him.

Canada looked at him as well, not quite understanding at first. ".. Are you sure?" He took a phone out of his pants pocket, holding it for a second before actually dialing the number. He wondered what would come out of this if France actually came over, he and England sparked up easily. He looked down at the phone, the screen telling him that it was ready to call this certain person, and it was only waiting for him to push the button. He knew France wouldn't let him go without a fight.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

America finished his donut, finally, grabbing a napkin to wipe his face clean. He sat down next to Japan, clearly thinking he wouldn't have a say in any of this nonsense. He almost went back out onto the deck to clean up the burgers scattered everywhere, but he wanted to see how this would all turn out. This might turn out to be more important than just family.

Canada looked down, swallowing his courage. After a pause, he looked up again, nodding, "Okey.." He pressed the button, feeling his stomach churn over and his heart thump a little faster. He was so nervous now, he didn't know what to expect. There were a few rings, and then...

Hello?
"Hey, it's.. it's Canada..."
There was a pause, Watcha need?
Canada looked at England for a moment, "I need you to come to America's house. We.. need to talk..."
Another pause, this time much longer. ... Alright.

Canada closed his phone, still overcome with lost nerve, "He said he's coming..." He held the phone close to his chest for comfort, keeping his gaze towards the floor. The silence was killing him on the inside.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

(Grandchildren, omg. I can picture Faytha as a mother though, but I could never ever imagine Fenkovan as a father. I've tried though.. but it seems impossible X""D It cracks me up though. And I'm braindead now... my brain needs sleep to regain it's ability to think |D

Goodnight everyone! GO TO BED DANNII. Jk.)



To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul

Mercutio nodded, straightening himself and taking his weight off the tree, "Perhaps I should..." He paused, blinking, "We both should. It's been a trying night." He wondered if it was alright to go back to the town yet, or if they should stay the night out here like they used to. Either way, he didn't like the sound of it. It was awkward here, but if he went home, he would surely be tried and tried again. He just wanted the night overwith.

---

Everyone else had moved over to the table, but Canada stayed where he was, his phone close to his heart, his eyes locked on the ground, his back turned to everyone. He didn't want to do this, but what was he supposed to say? This wasn't going to disappear if they left it alone. He felt so small under the two powers who took care of him. America didn't want him to stand there by himself. He stood from his chair, walking over to the younger brother, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Canada didn't respond.

Meanwhile, there was a door slam in the driveway of America's house. And a few seconds later, a knock on the door. America didn't want to leave his brother, but it was his house, so he slid his arm away and went over to the door, opening it, and letting the other inside. America walked back into the kitchen, France following behind him. The older guest looked at the others, not expecting England to be there. But he hardly looked for him, he went straight for Canada.

"Canada..." He attemtped to hug him, but the younger one flinched. France put his arms back down, turning to the others, "What are you doing here, England?" He asked plainly.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

France eyed England for a moment, blue eyes locking on green, before walking to the table and taking his chair. He sat down with a thump, positioning one arm over the back so his hand hung loose behind him. The whole time he never took his eyes off England, as if he was waiting for an attack.

Canada shuddered slightly at the sound of his name, but obeyed, coming over to the table and sitting across from France. His skinny arms fell straight as he pressed his hands against the seat of his chair, keeping him slumped over and looking down. Here it goes. It was going to happen now. And he had to sit through it all. And it was all about him. This wasn't the kind of attention he wanted.

"Alright. What is this?" France asked straight out. The sight of Canada acting so awkward, especially when England was there, irritated him. The presence of an audience didn't help either. Was there a reason America and Japan had to be in on this as well?

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.