Take Care Of Yourself. (A countryhumans fanfic)

Knock Em' Dead.

Chapter #2: Knock em' Dead.

0ff the cost of Canada, 7:00am, a United Nations fleet with 96,000mrtic tons (and 182 lbs) of precious cargo heads for the land of dreams...

He hears the sharp 'tap tap tap' of steel toed boots padding along the deck of a warship and he already knows who it is. Turning Away from the waves he smiles like the sun and delivers himself with open arms and a child-like disposition that he'd never dare show to anyone else.
"Papa!" its muffled in the shirt of the larger man.
"I think if we keep this speed..." he pauses, looking at his watch. the man squints his eye at it. "We'll surely get there by noon." The salty maritime air blows a pleasant colness from the ocean, as gingerly as it can, it momentarily lifts the tarp that covers the stern to reveal a shining, bloody, red. Eva Unit Number 6.

...

"Hey dad." I chew on already milk soaked, soggy cereal. Brittan glances up at me and then goes back to his paper and coffee. "Do you know anyone by the last name 'lovalinski'?" I dont have time to look up from my bowl before he coughs and sputters. Soiling his paper and the kitchen table with spit up coffee. Rather violently he hacks for a moment before regaining his composure and looking over to me. Dramatic much?
"Where'd you hear that name?!" He sounds almost offended.
"Ughf- NATO told me." I say trying to keep food in my mouth. "Something about bringing in a new pilot, Ivan? I think?" a disturbed expression crosses my dad's face a moment as he adjusts himself in his seat.
"The soviet family," he starts, pinching between his eyes. - shares a last name. though i do believe only four of them are blood related... hell I dont think they even live together!" I tilt my head in confusion.
"Then why do they share a last name?"
"God if I know."
"Waaait, how do you even know?!" I whine. The whereabouts and relations of countries wasn't supposed to be available knowledge. A safety precaution I think.
"Mr. Lovalinski was my copilot" he takes a sip of his coffee to think on.
"He was a pilot?" the shock evident in my voice. "Oh wait! Did he pilot that one eva!" my dad makes a face.
"very specific, amy."
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Uhh, unit 6! Right?" Brittan chuckles at my enthusiastic display. I hear distant pounding from upstairs shortly before my brother Canada comes hurtling down the stars. Dad tilts himself slightly to watch 'nada frantically shove things in his backpack. He repeats to himself that he's going to be late over and over again under his breath like a mantra.
"Look who's running late now!" I shouted.
"Oh shut up, ame!" hes out the door in only a few seconds but he's not gone before long before he slips back in. "Guess what!" she shouts from the foyer. I leisurely lean back and took another bite of my cereal.
"What?"
"Your Ride's here!" Canada then swiftly leaves once more. My ride? What ride?.. Wait, NATO!
"Shit! I'm late!" I jump up, knocking the chair behind me down and scrambling to get my now empty bowl. Dad gives me an angry expression.
"America! Dont swear!"

...

The first bang shakes the boat rather violently. There's only a moment of confusion among the crew and personnel before a large shape peaks through the waves and confirms suspicion. An angel. Its a frenzy of sound and movement as protocol is followed and soldiers run to their stations. "Where'd it go?!" someone shouts. "We've lost track of it!". UN impatiently taps a finger on the control panel, he discreetly watches the captain and his crew scramble around trying to deal with warning messages and shut off the beeping ary of blinking red lights on a once all green panel. Next to him the captain slams down a phone into the panel, almost getting the cord caught in the process.
"Sir!" he shouts "permission to activate EVA 06! Sir!" UN doesn't even need to think about it.
"Permission denied." calm and collected. The captain opens his mouth and grabs the intercom link but before he can say anything he pauses in shock.
"Uh- denied? But-" he pauses again and fumbles over his words. A few disgruntled glances are given from other crew on the bridge. UN knows they'll need an explanation.
"Its unclear whether or not unit six is up to code, and until we dock will have no way of knowing."
UN pauses to think for a moment. "Call NATO." His tone is firm and unwavering. "Tell him we need unit one, america." another tremor rockets the ship as once again the massive back of an angel surfaces before dipping under the water.