A "Become One With Russia" challenge attempt

By Captain Chaotica!!

PART THREE

Winning friends and influencing people!

Last time, Russia met Italy, Romano, Britain, Mother Egypt and Germany, and romanced nearly all of them. Promotions abounded, Russia slept with Taiwan, Lithuania got revenge on him by sleeping with Ukraine, Ukraine also photoboothed with Romano (?!), Spain and Italy hit the sheets together, Lithuania randomly went nuts and Christmas happened. Spain, Italy, Germany, and Italy's cat Figaro all moved in. Figaro lost her job, and Germany became one with Russia with such GREAT ENTHUSIASM he somehow managed to defy my ACR settings.
The house numbers went up to eight (+ one cat) and...pending.



We open Chapter 3 with a chance card for Taiwan. Oh, I hate that stupid air-conditioning thing--and they do it at every single one of the crap places I've worked. Bullhorns!



OUCH.
...and as you would have been able to see from the lower-left corner if I hadn't accidentally cropped the picture too much, we kinda...can't afford that. Aheheh. (I think the household had about...144 Simoleons?, at the time.)



Russia and Britain greet by kissing each other on the cheek. How...European of you?



BRITAIN: Tee-hee!
GERMANY: (deadly serious, right into the camera) I don't zee vhat's zo amusing. Vhat do you, ze viewer, sink?



Taiwan whines about earning money. Um...isn't that usually a GOOD thing?



Best way to convince somebody to move in with you? Irreparable neck damage!



I just love Britain's expression here. :)



D'AWWWW. Italy being randomly adorable with a kitty. So in other words, Italy.



RUSSIA: Britian. Become one with Russia?



It worked! Although I think Britain may have had...other reasons for agreeing to move in. I dunno. It's probably just my imagination.



The new nursery! Why so many cribs when Germany isn't even showing yet and quads are rare? Well, because...



TODDLERS. All over the house. Toddlers.
(echoing voice) TIME...FOR...BACKSTORY...

Once upon a time, there was a Simmer named Captain Chaotica. For some reason, she wanted Sealand in her game to actually be Britain's child, to see if he would come out with similar personality traits on his own, rather than artificially making him that way herself. For this, Chaotica needed to find Sealand a second parent. She chose France, on the basis that she had already set him and Britain as spouses in Create-a-Sim so they could be the parents of Canada (right?) and because he was the choice that well, amused her the most. :P Then, when Britain went to give birth, Chaotica stupidly hit "Random".

...and of course got QUADS! Needing three more names all of a sudden, she decided to riff off of Sealand and make the theme: Micronations! But then she screwed even that up by naming one of them after a legit microSTATE. Whoops.

FROM LEFT TO RIGHT: Behind Italy--Ladonia. Crawling on floor--Sealand. Asking for Italy's attention--Molossia. Asking for Spain's attention--Vatican. I'm only counting Sealand as a nation "capture" because the others are non-canon/alternate universe versions of themselves, but their mommy moving in means they move in too...so the house numbers just went from 8 to 13!
(Yes, this would be another thing that...happened, during the earlier time I was playing these guys. And it's still not the last.)



Flags! I've decided to add one every time I capture a country whose flag I have available. I also have a Ukranian flag, but didn't realise that and put it up until after this shot.





Why are my flighty Romance and Pleasure Sims being more adorable with the kidlets than their own Family-oriented parent?



And Sealand is the first one to find his way to the toys...after flooding both bathrooms, of course.
(Check out those eyebrows! Hee.)



D'AWWWW. Molossia loves her Kermie.



Yay, Ancient Greece!
A.G.: I've been promoted but TAIWAN ARGH.



And Vatican earns the first toddler skill-point of the challenge. Yay.



It doesn't quite fit my colour scheme but HELLO, Hogwarts any-length table! Soon to get another piece put on, if I can fit it.



TAIWAN: This...will be my MASTERwork! (dramatic flourish)
Honey, if it earns us near 500 smackeroos again, I don't care what it looks like.



Um...game?



WOOT! We're gonna need a second floor soon...



Thank GOD. And I see Germany must've had his jealousy circuits turned off for the day, considering that the father of his child just banged someone else only about twenty feet away.
(What a pervy little paperboy! This is a rated M for Mature photobooth, kid. Go home.)



She auto-composts, too! I think I love you, Taiwan.



Meanwhile, the hungry, tired, achy, pregnant Sim is easily the most competent one in the house.
FIGARO: Whatcha makin'?



ITALY: Wow. What a pretty day. Is that rain oh look a butterfly! La la la...
ANCIENT GREECE: (actually helps with one of the screaming kids)



While Britain merely holds his nose at his stinky babies, Germany--again, the PREGNANT one--actually does something about it.
...the wrong something, of course, but something.



Oh wait, I maligned you falsely, Britain. Way to go!



Watch out, Britain, I think he's trying to take over Sealand!



Sealand is so intent on his ROCKIN' OUT!, he doesn't even care that he's about to rock straight into a huge bowl of piping-hot chili.



EEW. I...don't think that's gonna make her any cleaner, Lithuania. Bleck.



Bwooomp! And Germany pops out into...exactly the same size, since this outfit doesn't have a pregnant morph. Heh.



OH HI FRANCE. Did you knock over the garbage, and if so, why?



Oh! And Switzerland too. Is this gonna be another "highway" day? If so, Russia needs to hit the coffee.



Well, I think we figured out what France's problem is. You could move in here...and have all the woo-hoo you want...seriously, hot-and-cold running woo-hoo...



See?



I changed the ACR settings to allow unmarrieds to Try for Baby, 'cos, might as well. Can you tell? ;)
...and I have NO idea for names. None.



Meanwhile, Britain is winning friends and influencing people! In his own (luckily) inimitable way.



Oh, these two are gonna be FUN together...
UKRAINE: Um, excuse me? Stinky baby, coming through!



Apparently Switzerland cares so little for England's prescence he can't be bothered to even shoo him out! That or my game is glitched.
(Or it's another one of my Hetalia Sims' weird little quirks, along with dancing angry and arguing happy--Belarus did this once, too. Do you MIND, Prussia?)



MOLOSSIA: Mom. You know that "changing diaper" thing you did a while ago? You need to do it again.
BRITAIN: Oh, who's mommy's smart little girl? (ruffles hair)



Meanwhile, Germany continues to prove his badassitude by taking care of a kid that isn't his, without being told...while near STARVING. That's dedication.
...or stupidity. Fine line.
(Geezus Christ, will you LOOK at the rest of his needs?! I totally didn't tamper with that at all! Totally uncontrolled and pregnant, he takes care of himself that well on his own. German efficiency, I guess!)



Then Switzerland decides to amuse himself by playing the STUPIDEST CAT GAME EVER. Seriously, who uses their actual fingers as bait to a creature that could shred them like a Cuisinart?



UKRAINE: My plate is snoring!



Wow. People are actually parenting the kids.
...said people are not their actual parents, but I'll take what I can get.



FIGARO: Your hair is nummy.



Go Spain. I haven't really been keeping track of skill points, but, eh. I'm playing for chaos and fun, not score.



(sings a bit of "Entry of the Gladiators", aka That Circus Music) Well, you're easily amused, ain'tcha?



Bwooomp! I didn't catch the pink dust and he still looks the same, but the little sproglet is well on its way.



Dancing in the rose garden. France knows romance.



RUSSIA: Do I HAVE to?
When we're this close? Yes. Yes you do.



Russia takes his schmoozing SERIOUSLY. And by that, I mean I do.



Viva la France!



Game warnings about the toddlers' upcoming B-days. Actually this isn't as bad as I figured.



And the very first thing he does after moving in is...actually parent one of his own kids! Awww.



The little Baltic baby is coming along, too.



Kiss of Happiness: Apparently they both wanted it!
(Heh. They seem to "want it" at least once a day. (waggles eyebrows))



Britain kicks Italy's ass (at video games)...and nobody is surprised. (ITALY: The British army?! WHERE?!! (hides))



STILL madly in lust.
Still behaving himself, amazingly. He's had the flaming hots for Germany since long before I started this challenge.



GERMANY: MEIN GOTT VHAT ZE HELL IS WRONG VITH ME AAARRRGGGHH!
ENGLAND and FRANCE: (have an attack of the vapors)
Considerate of you to give birth right IN the nursery, Germany. (laughs)



GERMANY: Heavens! Vhere did zis come from?



It's a girl! Ignore the name, I played this late at night while very sleepy and my brain was shot. Her real name, once I use boolprop to fix it, will be "Berlin Ivanova". Which is both a Babylon 5 reference and means "daughter of Ivan"...see what I did there? :)



Here's her closeup. She's definitely got Germany's PIERCING. BLUE. EYES but seems to kinda have Russia's expression. I know they say Sim-baby faces are generic, but, they're kinda not.



BRITAIN: YAY, BABY!
...don't go getting any more ideas, Mr. Quads. You have enough little colonies to completely ignore feed already!



The Micronations will (FINALLY) grow up into kids that can put themselves to bed and semi-feed themselves as soon as we buy some cakes, so it's time to celebrate!
...which Russia and Germany decide to do by bumping and grinding. Obviously.



Rockin' toddlers! I never did get to see all four dancing at once, but this is good enough.



Lithuania STILL rules.



Ooh! Hello there.



Taiwan got hit by lightning while playing catch with Germany! It is just NOT her day.
Then, deprived of his catch partner, Germany went "Ooh, telescope!" and...



...looks like it isn't HIS day, either. (Or maybe it is, since, ya know, Knowledge Sim.)



GERMANY: Hmm. Zat's not right.



(Spielbergian blinding light, ala Close-Encounters)



GERMANY: HEEEEELLLPPP!



EVERYBODY: OH MY GOD ALIENS ARE SO SCARY AAANNNGGST.



EVERYBODY: Oh hi Italy! (wave)
ITALY: (angsts long after everyone else is done. Insert shippy comment here.)



What?! What are you DOING, Ancient Greece? Did you just see what just happened?
ANCIENT GREECE: I did. And I know full well that this hack doesn't allow a second Sim to be abducted until the first one returns. So I'm safe!
...touche.



ITALY: So, what planet do you think they've taken him to? My money's on Vulcan.
TAIWAN: (still scorched) That's not a real planet.



GERMANY: GASP!
(I love this shot, with his shocked expression, the flags in the background, etc. Hee.)



EVERYBODY ELSE: Welcome home!
BRITAIN: Kitty!


And we leave off there for now. WILL Switzerland forgo his neutrality to start a war with England? HOW LONG will it take France to forget his marriage vows in a house full of ACR? And CAN Germany even go one night without something weird happening to him?

TUNE IN NEXT WEEK, same Sim time, same Sim channel!

Total nations contacted: 14
Total nations moved in: 10 (including Sealand but not including his three siblings)