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CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINA!. CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINA. !CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAThat’s me. Ni hao. Yeah, what is it?
....yo. Just gettin’ your attention. Whats up bro?
why is it so cold here! Like serious its meant to be like spring or something!
Fine -puts gun away- What do you wanna do for fun?
Well technically it’s not spring until the 21st, but your ability to understand the seasons eludes you again as usual. *sighs*
*He frowns and looks up from his armchair*
Well, I had hoped to enjoy some peace and quiet to myself, but I doubt i’m actually going to get any of that with you around now am i?
.... Ok, if thats what is fun ... to you. Fine. -sits quietly on the floor-
-plays with phone-
……
Alfred you are aware it is the beginning of march, and aside from the obvious of it still being winter and cold, the humidity of this entire island makes it completely irrelevant just how you aim to waterfight when the air is pretty much 90% water, correct?
why is it so cold here! Like serious its meant to be like spring or something! Fine -puts gun away- What do you wanna do for fun?
Well that certainly was a large oversight on the books, but we’ve calculated the losses again now and made measures… I’m finally free to a little me time. I don’t suppose anyone actually wants to say hello do they?
Lock and load artie! Its waterfight time!
"Your such a fucking... I don't even know! I told you to shut up!" Alfred hiccuped and stumbled forward crashing there lips together. The initial accident suddenly seemed a little forceful. Alfred pulled back and a swayed slightly, the redness on his cheeks more from the alcahol then the awkward situation. Proving he could drink more then the russian, may have been a bad idea.
Ivan’s expression went through a change that could be likened to a truck getting hit by a train. At first there was shock, the American had just smashed there faces together after all. However he was rather use to pressing ones lips with another in formal greeting. That caused his expression to start to relax until he remembered just exactly who was giving him an unannouced kiss. Rage flared up as did the large Russian’s aura, “Alfred this is not time for greetings and I would prefer you kept your welcomes to yourself.” He could see that the blue eyed blonde probably didn’t have a propper grasp of the situation so decided to try something. “I suppose I should teach you the propper way to do it though. You are very bad.” He grabbed hold of Alfred by the front of his shirt and pulled him into a brutal kiss. This was no kiss of commradeship but a kiss fill to the brim with hate and loathing. It was almost magical in the way Ivan had warped the pleasant gesture. He shoved the American away, “So who kisses better me or my sister?” Violet eyes flashed in a dangerous manner as he tried to trick the blonde into perhaps admitting something.
Secretly though Ivan did think that Alfred’s lips tasted pretty good but pehaps it was all the alcohol on them. Maybe it was even the alcohol in his own body doing the talkings. He supposed that sealing a kiss from the American every now and then might be pretty fun.
Ivan stared at Alfred for a moment as he contemplated the best way to deal with this reaction. He made a little ‘heh’ of laughter his expression on of superiority, “You really think it would be that way around. I guess you aren’t confident in your own skills.” He lent in pressing their bodies rather close and whispered in the American’s ear, “You really want to defeated by ‘some commie’. I bet it wouldn’t take long either to make you quiver.” He had chosen this close position to hide his own embarrassment. However he couldn’t go any further with the joke because it was becoming uncomfortable to think about. He really did not want to have the blonde decide they should go for it.
He pulled back and pinched Alfred’s cheeks hard, “Joking aside Comrade you are a cheeky one to suggest such things when you are apparently dating my sister. You better be true to her and only her otherwise I’ll have to punish you.” He pulled on the American’s cheeks some more forcing the blue eyed nation’s mouth to stretch in an amusing way though it was probably pretty painful.
He tensed as there bodies were so close, fuck it was... kinda hot. That was the alcohol talking and he probably shivered a little. Luckily Ivan folded first otherwise this could have gotten out of hand. Alfred almost though Ivan was serious but luckily the tension was broken by him stretching his face with his hands.
However he'd been embarrassed and he had his own ammo to use. He smacked Ivan's hands away and grabbed onto him, flipping there positions he slammed Ivan against the wall. Eyes glaring daggers "Fuck you. You hypocrite! Out of the two of us I'm the one who hasn't hurt her, you fucking touch her again and I'll rip your head off!" he'd promised Belarus not to say anything but he couldn't hold it, this fucker talked like he was the one to worry about.
He had reached up to touch her hand, needing the contact,desperate for it. But it went away as fast as it had come, like she was teasing him. “Ofcourse my queen. Anything you wish of me, are there others looking?”
"The one of South Italy and the one of France" she replied "find them and they will help you"
Jealousy flared as he watched her. "Should I not stay near and protect you?" he asked, not wanting to leave after just getting there.
He stayed where he’d kneeled and looked up; his eyes were glazed and gave a cold feeling to anyone looking at them though there was some feeling behind the gesture itself. “I will follow my queen to the ends of the earth”
She reached out and touched his cold cheek “I see.” she smiled before frowning and pointing in the direction of the mirror “Do you see the barren back of the mirror” she asked ”I need the shards returning to me, and the face needs repairing…can you do it?” her voice sweet
He had reached up to touch her hand, needing the contact,desperate for it. But it went away as fast as it had come, like she was teasing him. "Ofcourse my queen. Anything you wish of me, are there others looking?"
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Snow - (I'm happy with dark or light rp and any time period you want, even modern.)
The weather had taken a turn for the worse but at least the war was over. Ivan felt weak and tired as he made his way through the snow that lay thick on the ground. It was as he tried to collected his thoughts and continue to make the long walk home back, that he noticed something. A very familiar jacket but it couldn’t be could it? Shouldn’t that man be back home already celebrating, though he had arrived late to the whole thing. The large Russian headed over anyway wondering if the body lying on the ground simply belonged to a pilot who had been shot down. As he approached however he became more sure of the identity.
“Net, it can not be…” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to move slower or quicker. The war was over so they were no longer allies right. Still further things had to be sorted out so for a little longer perhaps. A confused expression spread across Ivan’s face as he looked down at Alfred collapsed in the snow. “Why are you here… and like this…” He sighed and reached down to roll the American onto his back. He wanted to assess any injuries.
Ivan quickly put the cap back on the water flask and pushed Alfred forcefully back onto the bed and under the covers. “Your clothes are still drying. Stay in the damn blankets or you’ll end up like ice again.” He was rough and aggressive, way too tired to deal with the American’s bullshit right now. “Do I have to tie you down?” He wondered if perhaps it was hypothermia in the blonde that was making him say certain things but he had always known Alfred to be a pain in the ass so this wasn’t really that different. He gestured to the panicking man’s clothes, “Look your uniform is over there. You can have it back once it is dry. God knows you need the warmth. I’d warm you up myself but you’d probably as you say ‘shank’ me.”
Violet eyes narrowed at the blonde. This was going to be even harder if the American was going to fight him every step of the way. “I found you frozen in the snow. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to get you warm but maybe I should have left you until someone from your home actually came to picked up your icicle of a body. No idea how much damage that would cause to a nation. I mean you probably wouldn’t die right, but if things get too cold they tend to shatter.”
His brain was telling him to get out, to run away but the sluggishness of his body told him to lay still and get warmer. It was way too cold outside of the blanket. The roughness however made him retaliate, if only to make himself seem less weak. Unfortunatly he was that weak currently so the pushing against Russia barely stopped him as he lay back down. He mumbled "fuck you" great now the Russian would expect him to be nice or give him something. Crap.
He was starting to remember now, his boss had told him not to leave the group, but he had ran off to find the pilot, knowing the others would never survive the storm if they went out to find him. He suddenly scrambled to sit up again "did you find anyone else!?" he looked relatively paniced.
He wanted to stop her wailing, to stop her being so sad. He wanted to know what he had to do to make her sing for him. To make her show him love. He saw the ice but didn’t react to it, his eyes slightly glazed as he approached her but daredn’t touch her, not till he was allowed.
Instead he fell to one knee “How may I serve you. My queen”
She stopped and turned toward America and a small smile crossed her face “You came to me?” she asked getting up from the floor and turning to him “how sweet”
He stayed where he'd kneeled and looked up; his eyes were glazed and gave a cold feeling to anyone looking at them though there was some feeling behind the gesture itself. "I will follow my queen to the ends of the earth"
She knew she had heard a noise but she did not stop in her wailing. She felt like her needs were not being met and she refused to accept it. First losing the mirror and now this!
But she felt the aura approach- did that mean she had a visitor?
He wanted to stop her wailing, to stop her being so sad. He wanted to know what he had to do to make her sing for him. To make her show him love. He saw the ice but didn't react to it, his eyes slightly glazed as he approached her but daredn't touch her, not till he was allowed. Instead he fell to one knee "How may I serve you. My queen"
"I’m calling to them and they do not respond" She shivered in her angst sitting up and calling out again to the auras she felt arms outstretched and begging for contact. Who were her allies she needed to know.
She stared down at her phone again and waited
There was a knock on the door that continued on and was quickly followed by a cracking noise as the door was removed from its hinges. She was crying out desperatly and he needed to find her.
"Your such a fucking... I don't even know! I told you to shut up!" Alfred hiccuped and stumbled forward crashing there lips together. The initial accident suddenly seemed a little forceful. Alfred pulled back and a swayed slightly, the redness on his cheeks more from the alcahol then the awkward situation. Proving he could drink more then the russian, may have been a bad idea.
Ivan’s expression went through a change that could be likened to a truck getting hit by a train. At first there was shock, the American had just smashed there faces together after all. However he was rather use to pressing ones lips with another in formal greeting. That caused his expression to start to relax until he remembered just exactly who was giving him an unannouced kiss. Rage flared up as did the large Russian’s aura, “Alfred this is not time for greetings and I would prefer you kept your welcomes to yourself.” He could see that the blue eyed blonde probably didn’t have a propper grasp of the situation so decided to try something. “I suppose I should teach you the propper way to do it though. You are very bad.” He grabbed hold of Alfred by the front of his shirt and pulled him into a brutal kiss. This was no kiss of commradeship but a kiss fill to the brim with hate and loathing. It was almost magical in the way Ivan had warped the pleasant gesture. He shoved the American away, “So who kisses better me or my sister?” Violet eyes flashed in a dangerous manner as he tried to trick the blonde into perhaps admitting something.
Secretly though Ivan did think that Alfred’s lips tasted pretty good but pehaps it was all the alcohol on them. Maybe it was even the alcohol in his own body doing the talkings. He supposed that sealing a kiss from the American every now and then might be pretty fun.
Ivan took a moment to process the information the American had just confessed. The alcohol in the large Russian’s own system was making certain things harder to do. However once the rage came the shots were like fuel and he had drunk a hell of a lot of them. He slammed Alfred up against the wall, pinning him slightly off the floor with one of his arms pressing against the blonde’s throat. “You pig. She deserves much better than you.” Underneather all the hate and anger was worry. Ivan felt he had not been the best brother to his sisters but he did care about them. He worried about others taking advantage of them or hurting them. He disliked the American but if he was making his younger sister happy he would have to accept things. Of cause he wanted the brat to know that if he were to break her heart that he would snap him in two.
Starting to calm down a little he decided just to punish Alfred in a less violent way. “You have not yet see me with my clothes off Comrade.” He’d at least get something out of making the American embarrassed, “Promise not to tell my boss and we can go find somewhere more private.” Normally the Russian would be too embarrassed to even joke about doing something like that. Plus he had no real experience, but with so much alcohol and rage in his system he was able to fake confidence rather well. Of cause he expected to be turned down but he wanted to see the reaction on Alfred’s face.
He expected an attack but sometimes Russia was like a bull, nothing would stop him when he saw red and such attacks weren't too common considering how angry they got at each other. Being slightly off the ground meant pushing back was harder, but he was still trying. "Fuck you commie prick. What you think-" he was interupted though and stared at the russian. Was he serious? no way, he was bluffing. Alfred at first looked a little confused, then he smirked. Nice try, he did this kinda thing with the others all the time! "Promise not to tell my boss and I'll let you suck me off fucktard"
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Hasn’t England told ye this? Ah, I guess I should nae be too surprised ye are pretty sheltered.
Well I know its the bird thing. But what about us?
Ye mean how are nations born? Hell if I know. I just know that often times if there’s enough settlers in an area a new country will pop up. I do know that if for some reason a country is dissolved or its people are wiped out then we’ll just become human.
Your old right? Has it always been like that?
(Text) This is some how all your fault. Is this some sort of new weapon?! You trying to use snow and ice against me! Wait till I get my hands on you!
[TEXT] Woah! What are you talking about? The snow growing where you are aswell? Is it even possible for more snow at your place?
[Text] So this is happening at your place too… I did not think it was possible to get more snow at my place either but that isn’t exactly the trouble. Do you have ice spikes growing everywhere? No matter how many I smash down more appear. If this isn’t your doing then who do I have to kill to make it stop?
[TEXT] I just got alot of snow, i mean like your kinda snow snow. No clouds just snow. Its gettin kinda weird. This is too smart to be you, if its bad at your place is Belarus alright?
The glass shatters and cuts you and the pieces seems to fuse to you. One of the pieces feels like it has entered your vision and you feel a cold spike. Everything starts to feel very cold, you find yourself uncaring. As are all the minions of the Snow Queen
"AH JEEZE!" he shouted covering his eyes reflexively, blinking hard as he tried to get the glass out. But found nothing was falling out, damn it hurt. He didn't notice a problem till he stumbled into his house and to the bathroom to check his eyes, he could still see and the pain was getting numb... weird. His chest started to hurt and he crumpled to the floor, a heart attack? Did they get heart attacks. His gasping for air soon calmed down and he realised he was fussing over nothing. He was cold but it didn't matter, nothing really mattered. Not without her, it didn't matter.
He suddenly left his home, door open. And started walking, what was the fastest way to find her. Listen for her call ofcourse. He needed to get a plane.
