[Route 5] A Pokemon called Bugger? (Open)

[New Zealand]

"I wonder how long it'll take to get to the next town." New Zealand sat down on a bench he saw at the side of the road, and pulled out a map he'd gotten at the previous town. Tom (his Totodile) jumped up on the bench next to him as New Zealand checked the map to see how far away the next town was.

"According to this, it'll take another day to reach the town." New Zealand said, and stood up. "So we'd better find a camping ground or something to spend the night. Come on, Tom!"

New Zealand started walking along the road, and looked back at the bench. Tom was still sitting on the bench, and New Zealand sighed. Why doesn't his Pokemon seem to listen to a word he says? Is he deaf or something? New Zealand hadn't managed to catch any more Pokemon while they were travelling because Tom never listened to any of his commands.

"Come on, you little bugger," New Zealand said. "We can do some training at the camp grounds!"

The little Totodile finally jumped off of the bench, and ran towards him. He jumped into New Zealand's arms, and New Zealand turned around and kept walking down the road. New Zealand didn't mind carrying Tom since he was used to his sheep following him around before the meteor hit, and a Totodile following him around wasn't entirely different.

Eventually he saw a sign and a small road leading to a camp site, and walked down that road. They soon reached the camp site, and New Zealand paid for a spot. He reached his spot, unpacked a small tent and a sleeping bag from his backpack, and put up the tent.

"Shall we do some training?" New Zealand said, and Tom grinned. "We'll practice your tackling and your water gun attacks today."

Tom stood a small distance away from him, and New Zealand crouched down on the ground to make it easier for Tom to tackle him.

"All right Tom, tackle!" New Zealand said, and Tom just stood there. "Okay, we'll try something different, Tom. Water gun!"

"Oh, bugger!" New Zealand said, and a stream of water hit him in the face. New Zealand stood up, and walked over to Tom. He picked up the Totodile, and lifted him up to eye level. "Did I name you Bugger, or are you just being difficult?"

"Totodile!" Tom, no, Bugger said.

"Your name is Bugger?" The Pokemon nodded. "Really?" New Zealand said, and put Bugger down on the ground. He moved a small distance away, and crouched down on the ground. "Let's try this again."

"Come on, Bugger, tackle!" New Zealand said, and Bugger zoomed towards him. He hit New Zealand in the stomach, and knocked him onto his butt. "Oof! Well done!"

[denden]

(You don't mind if I hop in, right? XD)

Denmark seemed to be minding his own business, sulking around since his last battle had ended in failure. Because he couldn't buy any more beer, he'd resorted to kicking stones around the place, cursing and blaming himself for the mistakes that had caused the pair to lose. He had no idea where he was, and this wasn't unusual. Usually preferring to go wherever his instincts took him, even when he did own a map, he much preferred this way of travelling, since he'd found countless items and trainers a long the road.

After a while, still daydreaming about that huge pint of beer he could have been drinking at this present moment if he hadn't of lost, Denmark was totally unaware of where the stones he was kicking were actually headed. Until one of them hit something. Or rather, someone. After the sound of the stone hitting the poor figure sat on the floor, Denmark slowly started to come back to reality from his little day dreams, trying to make out who this poor fellow was that he had attacked by mistake. It seems he hadn't met this person before but he was fairly startled by the size of this chaps eyebrows.

"S-sorry! I didn't see ya down there, must'a been daydreaming or something, not unusual for a guy like me! What are y' doing down there anyway? Is the floor really that interesting?" He scoffed, laughing a little at the stranger, hoping that he scared the Danes sense of humour. Offering New Zealand a hand to help him get back to his feet, he faked a grin, hoping it would add to his apology and not annoy his victim too much.

Then his eyes turned to the small crocodile like creature nearby.

"Who's this little...bugger then, eh?"

[New Zealand]

_{(Sweet as!)}

"No worries." New Zealand said. He really didn't mind about the stone at all. "Bugger and I had just sorted out some communication issues and started training properly. Unfortunately I called him a mischievous bugger when I got him from the Professor, and he took it as his name instead of the actual one I gave him."

Bugger jumped into New Zealand's arms again, and New Zealand took a good look at the blond man who'd helped him up. He looked a little familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he might have seen him before. Maybe at a World Meeting, or the Soccer World Cup, or the Winter Olympics?

"I'm sorry, I should've introduced myself first." New Zealand said. "I'm New Zealand, and you are?"

[denden]

"Me? You don't know who I am?" He laughed loudly for a second, before his face turned much more serious looking; Denmark pointed directly at the New Zealander.

"I'm Denmark! King of Northern Europe, as well as the most handsome in Europe as well! Don't you ever forget my name!" He patted New Zealand on the head, before proceeding to do the same to the Totodile. It seemed that Den's Cyndaquil really did not approve of this, as it shot up a ball of flames at its owner. However, the dane hadn't even noticed that his coat was now on fire at the bottom, despite the strong smell of smoke.

"Phew, New Z-... uh, I'll just call you Zealand I guess. Unless you have a nickname? W-wait, forget that, I was going to ask, do you smoke or something? It's just that I can smell smoke, it's pretty strong." Sniffing around, he checked to see if it wasn't a tree or bush that was on fire, despite this, he still hadn't realised that it was his coat that was actually on fire.

[New Zealand]

New Zealand raised an eyebrow as he listened to the Dane introduce himself. He knew where Denmark used to be geographically, and wasn't there a lot of countries in Northern Europe? He found it a little hard to believe that this guy could rule all of them. Besides, some of the other European nations might have something to say about the handsome part.

He also resisted the urge to hit him when Denmark patted him on the head. Sure, he was shorter and younger than some of the other nations, but he wasn't a kid! It seemed that Denmark's Cyndaquil wasn't too impressed with his owner at this moment, but wait... what was that strange smell? Was that a puff of smoke he saw?

"No, I don't smoke at all." New Zealand said. The smell of smoke was getting stronger and stronger, and he started looking around for the source of the smoke as well.

"Totodile!" Bugger said, and started squirming around in New Zealand's arms. New Zealand quickly realised that it was Denmark's coat that was on fire! How on Earth didn't he notice?! Was he really that unaware of his surroundings?

"Hey, your coat's on fire, mate!" New Zealand said. "Drop and roll!"

New Zealand couldn't decide whether attempting to take off Denmark's coat would be considered offensive or not. Bugger decided for him, and aimed a jet of water at Denmark.

[denden]

I'm so, so sorry zeezee. ;_;

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"My what is on w-w-what?" He quickly turned to look behind at his coat, but before he could comprehend what was happening, the water hit his face. Stumbling around, he fell onto his backside, just as New Zealand had done before. Thinking about the words that his new friend had spoken, he proceeded to roll around on the floor without thinking too much about how stupid he looked. Carlsburg just stood glaring at his stupid owner, trying not to giggle.

After a couple of minutes of rolling around on the floor, the dane slowly stopped wriggling and sat up. His coat practically ruined, his hair a mess; he was covered in dirt from head to toe. Denmark didn't seem to care though, as long as he wasn't on fire any more, things were all good.

"Thanks...m...mate?" He tried to do a thumbs up at New Zealand to let him know that everything was now, finally, okay. Removing his coat, which seemed to be beyond repair, he tossed it aside and proceeded to get to his feet.

"Now, how the heck did that happen?"

[New Zealand]

No worries Den.

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"Aim at the fire next time, Bugger, not the face." New Zealand said as he watched Denmark roll around on the ground. The situation was serious business, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel amused. He looked down at Den's cyndaquil who looked genuinely amused at his owner's predicament.

By now the fire was out, and Den's coat was ruined. He seemed to be wearing enough layers so that the fire didn't actually harm him, and gave him a thumbs up to show him he was okay. New Zealand reminded himself that this sort of thing was why he didn't choose a fire pokemon as his starter, but he had to admit that Den's cyndaquil was very cute. He almost didn't hear Den's question while he was looking at the cyndaquil.

"You're wondering what happened? Your cyndaquil lit your coat on fire." New Zealand said, and grabbed his backpack. He started rifling around in it to find two things he still had from the old world. Pokemon food? No. Pokeballs? No. A glass bottle, and a second glass bottle? Hell yes! "Aha! Found them."

New Zealand pulled the two green glass bottles out of his backpack, and a bottle opener. He could do with a beer after all of this, and he was pretty sure Denmark could too.

"I was holding these bottles of Steinlager Pure and a bottle opener when the meteor hit." New Zealand said as he started opening the bottles. He removed the caps, and stuck them in a small pocket of his backpack along with the bottle opener. "They were what I had left after the world changed, but beer is made to be drunk with other people, not stored away forever."

He smiled and offered one of the bottles to Denmark, and hoped he liked beer. Most of the European nations he'd met in the past liked beer, including his adoptive "parent" England. "You look like you could do with a beer, Den."

[denden]

As the danes eyes fell upon the green bottle, his cheeks began to glow, his eyes began to shine and he began to grin. Could it be? After so long, he'd almost forgotten the taste of beer, even though it'd only been at least 5 hours since his last glass. He began to move his arms around in excitement like a little child, not once cutting his gaze from the one thing he loved the most. Upon hearing the words from the New Zealander, he nodded his head repetitively while holding his hands outstretched; his fingers wiggling, whilst grasping at the bottle.

Almost snatching it from New Zealand's hands, Denmark chugged down the whole glass in seconds. He had a look of disappointment on his face afterwards, like it was over all too quickly. He'd enjoyed it though, since it was beer after all.

"You bet I needed that!" He burped, not bothering to pardon himself. "That was some good stuff, t-thanks New Zeezee! Although I could do with a bit more, I'll just have to beat some other trainers and get some more money. Shouldn't be too hard...right Carlsb... what are you doing?" Denmark just sat, dumbfounded

The Cyndaquil, as usual, was very much uninterested in its owner and had already proceeded to sit with its back towards him. Sniffing at the ground, he proceeded to go check out this new pokemon. It had a kind of comical appearance, although Carlsberg was a bit wary around a creature with such large jaws. Not having met a creature like this before, the little fire mouse decided to see if this water monster tasted nice or not. It readied itself and bit the poor Totodile's tail fairly hard, bracing itself just in case the croc was more powerful than it looked.

[New Zealand]

The bottle of beer was out of his hand as soon as he finished talking. Denmark was even faster to grab a beer than Australia! New Zealand drank his own beer, and watched the Dane down his possibly even faster than his brother. Perhaps even faster than England! Den must really, really like beer.

Denmark burped, and thanked him for the beer, but before New Zealand could say "you're welcome", he heard Bugger scream. Denmark's cyndaquil had bitten his tail! Bugger ran around quickly swishing his tail from side to side to try to dislodge the cyndaquil.

New Zealand grabbed his backpack again, and rifled through it for a towel and pulled Bugger's pokeball out of his pocket just in case. If running around and quickly swishing his tail from side to side didn't work, he might try using Water Gun to get the fire pokemon to let go.

"My pokedex told me that a fire pokemon's flame should never go out." New Zealand said. "If there's a serious chance of that happening I'll get Bugger to return to his pokeball. Has he fought against water pokemon before?"

[denden]

Zeezeezee I'm so terrible, I just keep dyinggg here. ;A; I'll try and post more, I promise. I can't promise the posts will be good though, I'm on a bit of a writers block. ;; Hopefully it'll go away soon so I can think of something better than this. XD

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"S-sto-stop i-" The dane hiccuped, abruptly sticking his hand over his mouth, so that his speech became one that sounded more like a foreign language that no one could understand. After he realised that not even he could understand what he was saying, he attempted to speak again, this time without the hand over his mouth.

"Stop it, damn pokemon, I swear I could-" He hiccuped once more. "Even I could win a pokemon fight, since you're weak and can't win us any! And you always land me in deep trouble, you should be happy that I even feed you!" Denmark had just about given up hope with his pokemon, not even caring to prize it's jaws from the fellow nation's pokemon. Blushing with anger, he tried to keep his cool, something that wasn't too easy when said person had gotten slightly drunk from one glass of beer. And a drunk, angry dane was never a good thing. Ever.

"Go ahead and tell that Bugger to use water gun, that little runt deserves a soaking. At least if his flame dies out, he can't start shooting fireballs at me again." Hiccuping from time to time, he watched the antics of the two pokemon, knowing that even if he tried to stop his own pokemon, it'd never work anyway. If only he had a better pokemon, one that actually listened to him, he might be better off.

[New Zealand]

New Zealand was shocked as he listened to Den's angry tirade at his Cyndaquil. Drunk talk was one thing, but calling his battle partner a weakling during drunk talk is quite another! He wondered whether the little Pokemon knew the difference between Den being sober, and when Den was saying drunken nonsense he wouldn't remember the next morning.

He also wondered how they are supposed to work together if Den was so infuriated with his Pokémon? And then having the nerve to suggest that he let his Totodile put out the Cyndaquil's flame completely?! That would kill the little fire mouse!

New Zealand took back what he thought earlier when he and Den were having a drink. He was nothing like Australia.

Bugger was still running around with Carlsberg attached to his tail, and was getting quite agitated by now. Carlsberg showed no sign of letting go of Bugger's tail. If anything, he bit the Totodile even harder to avoid being shaken off. Suddenly Bugger turned his head, and looked like he was about to let off a stream of water at Carlsberg.

"Bugger, return!" New Zealand said, and hoped he would return to the Pokéball in his hand before soaking Carlsberg. The Totodile disappeared into his Pokéball, but not before he released the water gun attack.

"Quiiiiil!" Carlsberg said as the water hit him. Some of it hit the flame coming out of his back, and steam rose from the fire Pokémon who now looked quite unhappy. The flame coming out of his back had shrunk as well.

"Oh shi-!" New Zealand dashed over with the towel and picked up the Cyndaquil without asking Denmark's permission to do so. He wrapped Carlsberg in the towel, and started drying his fur. Granted, Carlsberg had started this whole mess, but New Zealand didn't want the Cyndaquil to get sick or die!

"Come on, Carlsberg," New Zealand said as he dried the Cyndaquil's fur. The fire Pokémon's flame was still smaller than it should be which worried New Zealand a little. "Show me that flame of yours!"

"Quiiil!" Carlsberg said, and the flame on his back flared up to its usual size. New Zealand grinned, and let the Cyndaquil go. He was going to be okay, and Carlsberg ran back over to Denmark. His Pokémon clearly loved him even if he didn't always obey his trainer's orders. If he didn't love him he probably would've stayed with New Zealand instead.

"Den." New Zealand said, and he put the towel back into the backpack. "No matter what you think of Carlsberg, the two of you are a team. You said you battle other trainers to get money for beer? Without him, you'd have to quit travelling and get a job in one of the towns for your beer money and living expenses."

"Oh, and one more thing." New Zealand said as he let Bugger back out of his Pokéball. "Don't suggest that my Pokémon should kill yours ever again. That's what happens when a fire Pokémon's flame goes out completely."