World Is Mine - Part Nineteen

[sushigal007.livejournal.com]

Oh look at the time! It's time for part nineteen of World is Mine, a Become One With Russia challenge. Lurking in the neighbourhood are lots of nations. How many can Russia persuade to move in before he dies?

Last time was a deeply depressing update in which America the douchebag ghost spooked Austriland so badly she wet herself and thus made him number one suspect when the rest of the children were snatched away by social services. Every single one in the house. Damn.


So everyone rushes to the shower to wash away the stench of failure. Apart from Thailand, who goes to ogle. But I say, what's got Hungary's spidy sense tingling?



England: So we'll call the next lot 'Weiner Schnitzel', 'Apfelstrudel', 'Roast Beef' and 'Yorkshire Pudding', OK?
Austria: Sounds like a plan to me!


Hungary: Or how about you call them 'Sired By Assholes'? Asshole!


Germany: Must clean the things...


And then this happened! I'd saved the game and exited just after Germany's cleaning frenzy and when I returned, so had three children. Which goes some way towards proving my theory that the game can only 'see' the first eight people in the house. It knows there's supposed to be a limit, so even though eleven children were removed, it knows there can't be more than eight. So it returned the eldest three. This also kind of explains why the teens never got sent to military school or anything - the game knew their grades sucked, but couldn't find them to do anything about it. So bittersweet yay! I have three children!


And then London keeled over dead in the middle of the road. I panicked until I realised she was just playing.


Of course, the return of one child doesn't make Austria feel any better about the other three children he's lost.


And look who got old!



South Italy: Touch me and I'll kill you.
This must be one hell of a summer, everyone's getting horribly burned.



Honestly I'm amazed she could stand to let him touch her with that sunburn.


GO AWAY.


Why yes, yes we would. Eight of them to be exact. :D


Haha. Yeeaaaah.


So, children in the house. What do they like to do in MY house? Fight.


Frania: Take that! And tell your siblings I kicked your arse!


I can never remember which of these is the right answer. Let's try the Splines today.


Drat.


Accept your shitty tickets.


Serves you right. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times - DON'T BUY THE DODGY TICKETS.


Frania spam.


Elderly smustle spam.


Oh my God would you just piss off already. She's fine, I promise, Russia called her into the nice cool house where the food lives.


And then! Russia Squared gets his first kiss! From Canada!
China: You missed.



*no1curr*


I fling a bunch of burgers into the upper landing so London doesn't drop dead of hunger between there and the buffet table.


Greece: Damn, I should've gone downstairs for the salad instead.


NyoJapan tries to sneak past the house and almost succeeds because her outfit's gone wrong.


Butler: Greetings, young mistress.
Japan: Uh, hi. Your butler is strange.



Yay! It's been too long since we had new nations in the house!



And welcome back, Engria!


Although this is freaky and weird.


South Italy: I'd tap that.


Her chat-up lines may suck, but North doesn't mind at all.



OH LOOK WHO IT IS.
Unsavoury Charleton: I say, miss-
South Italy: You even think of stealing my cash and I will smear your face across the floor, you got that?


Seychelles: Just keep walking, maybe they won't see me.



Aww, this is kind of sad. Family ties have been shredded now that Engria has been adopted. He has no memory that she's his mother and although she knows she had her children taken away, she doesn't know he's her son.
But look at them bonding!
*wibble*


Russia gets a promotion and the other Russia orders himself another child.


Even though that lift is smoking ominously, I promise there are other ways out of the basement to the beds.





France and Russia grow up with confetti sparkles and outfits of fug.


Oh my God, the English-Austrian kids CANNOT leave Frania alone. I know your mums are mortal frenemies, but come on!


Estonia: Make it stop!
It didn't. They fought for AN HOUR. AN ACTUAL WHOLE HOUR OF MY TIME.


Frania: You should've consulted your ex-sister before taking me on!


London: Mmm, food. I love food.
Germany: Yes, food is marvellous, isn't it? Let's be food friends!
*bffs*


Greece, what happened?
Greece: I suddenly realised that this baby has to come out. There's not many routes it can take. None of them please me.


Someone's in ~the zone~


Greece: Ow.
France: Sorry.
Greece: No, not that. I think I just had a contraction.


Yay, we've got another child returned! Welcome back, Austriland! We missed you!


Take them to the mall. What's the worst that can happen?


That answers my question.


I'll bet they're screening their calls.


Let's try gymnastics. More chance of getting in and it's fun, even if it's not dance.


Aw come on, it can't be that bad!



Russia Squared: Yes it can.
*stomps on grades*



You too?
Stitch: A D-? This blows!
You went to school, what, once? Of course your grades stink.


Russia: My baby boy's grades are awful! This is a totally unexpected surprise to me!


Prussia: Don't mind me.
Seven: I did not know it was possible for my eyes to pop out further.


Oooh, who were you scrubbing yourself up for there then?



America: This will never stop being awesome!


South: So I was thinking it would be nice if we went on a date sometime, got to know each other a bit better if you know what I mean, you know what I mean?
North: Zzz
South: Sorry, am I boring you?
North: Zzz... pasta...


Frania: Oh no, I just realised! Poor Seven, she'll never be as beautiful as moi.


Go China!


Belarus: Nudity! In MY shower?!


Belarus: Actually, I quite like that.


...I have no idea who that is.


Ohhh, I see.


NO NO NO NO NO RUSSIA RUN AND BEG NOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!


Denmark: Hey, some guy just died on your floor. My condolences.
WHERE WERE YOU?!
Russia: I'm sorry, I'm old. I had to pee.


So Greece joins Turkey and America in the graveyard. :( Sorry Greece. Russia tried his best.


Russia Squared: I'M SO LONELY!
No. There are forty-two other people in this house. Not counting the staff and visitors.
Russia Squared: THEY'RE ALL OLD AND SMELL LIKE WEE.


Going by that cloud of green, Switzerland is proving him right. Not that Hong Kong cares.


Vienna, what are you doing out as this time of night?!
Vienna: I just wanted to pop by and see my family. I miss them.
T_T Oh... OK.


Turkey! Hi! Please please please don't scare the children
Turkey: Why am I still pregnant? This is a very odd feeling.


Ignore the fact that Poland has been eaten by a table and just squeal at how adorable it is that he's autonomously reading a story to Frania. Awwwwwwwwwwww!
Poland: ...And like, Goldilocks totally got eaten by the three bears, who were hungry because she'd like, stolen their breakfast which is super bad and you should never steal from bears and like trash their house and stuff.


If there's one thing I know about BBQ's, it's that no-one wants the salad. Burgers are where the action's at.


Nice one, Austria!


London: Look at me dance!
Lithuania: No.



And England dances into elderhood.


England: Wow, that sure sucked.


Hungary: Right, time to get cracking on with my fanfic. "Alone at last, Turkey swept Greece into his arms and gazed adoringly into his olivine eyes. 'My love,' he whispered. 'Are you sure you're ready?' 'I've never been readier,' Greece sighed. Their lips crashed together."


Hungary: "And then he licked-" OH SHIT HE'S OVER THERE!


Turkey: Hey Hungary, what have you been up to since I died?
Hungary: Fine! Fine! Nothing! Not writing porn about you, honest!


Wow, he's strong. He just lifted the whole bowling alley up!



And then his grave.
Turkey: Hee, that was fun.


Engria: I hear ballet is the in thing around these parts.


England: You are the sunshine of my life.
Britannia: You are the wind beneath my wings.


Oooh, fight!


Igiko: I'm sorry I said your PDA was gross! Don't hurt me any more!



And Vienna is returned! That's a full set of quads now! We just need Prrussia and the twin sets of toddlers, yay!


I could've sworn it was good idea to call the professionals.


I should stop swearing.



That was unexpected!
Photobucket: Eek! Bewbs!


Head on out. You gotta work with these people, get to know them!


These people are cadets? No wonder the Unsavoury Charleton is still at large.


Butler: Greetings, madam. I am at your service.
Germany: Hmm. I could get used to this.


Russia: Soon you can.


Stealing is bad and wrong and gets you eaten by bears.


See? honestly really is the best policy.


Belarus: Marriedmarriedmarriedmarriedmarried...


Somehow Ukraine managed to climb onto the porch and have a quiet monkey freakout in private.


You are joking, right? 'Smile Pretty'?! I DON'T THINK SO.


Shitty bollocks fuckity smeg poo.


France: I was the best. :'(
I'm sorry bb! But they wanted you to smile pretty!



Germany: I already regret this!
I don't blame you in the slightest.

Hetalia sims moved in: Thirty-seven nations, a few more children.
Hetalia sims died: Eight
Hetalia sims undied: Five
Total nations: Thirty-four.

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Comments

[sotnosen93.livejournal.com]

Don't you know? Being pretty is pretty much everything France is good at, and I'm going to suppose that goes for both genders. Well, that and arguing with England, but there were no England there!

[sushigal007.livejournal.com]

Poor France. I should've known better though - after all, she's in the Athletic, aka, Football career track and sadly most footballers are better known for their bad behaviour (Ryan Giggs, I'm looking at you) than their inspiring speeches.

[kerrin.livejournal.com]

Is that moar Italycest I spy? (http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z409/randomsushi/Russia19/Russia1905.png) XD

Hooray for slowly getting the kids back! I thought you couldn't adopt if the social worker took kids away, though. Or is that a mod/hack?

Everyone's getting ooooooold~ And baaaaw, Greece! lol at Hungary's fujoshi moment, though

[sushigal007.livejournal.com]

Haha, yes, my Italian girls are crushing on each other. It's very sweet. You just know Hungary's taking notes on all the couples.
As for the children, it's not a mod or anything, you just can't adopt children if you have the bad memory of your children being taken away. As Russia wasn't a parent to any of those children, he can adopt them. The whole Social Worker thing makes very little sense though. If I were at all able to mod, I'd make it so you could adopt back if you learnt Parenting.
Poor Greece. D: It seems pregnancy plus colds plus flu is just too much for my sims now. I'll have to keep an eye any others.