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“i think i’m going crazy without you.”
seven-word sentence starter.
Spine pressed into the wall, Arthur could only look up at his captor, nowhere to move from within the cage that was Ivan’s arms. “O-Oi…Russia, what is the meaning of this?”
“You’ll speak when spoken to, or not at all. Understand?”
Yuri is shocked, but the shock quickly passes. He narrows his eyes and then crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh, and, who are you to tell me that? What are you going to do if I don’t?”
LOYALTY, PRIDE, LUST
“DAMN.” Questions for Muses.
LOYALTY. -Does your character have any loyalty to any group?
”Yeah, to my king and my country of course, to my people and my military. And to God. Specific groups would be the Prussians as I said, to the Teutonic Order, to allied German states before, now to Germany as a whole.”
PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?
“Well… normally I’d say none, I’m perfect, next to godliness. Maybe I rock too fuckin’ hard or something. I have been told that I am selfish and an asshole, but I don’t think that is true- I just look out for my own interests above anything else!”
LUST. -Who does your muse find attractive?
“I uh, like… uniforms… And oh, I like tall men and women. I usually go for Germans, I’d never go for like… a Frenchman, or a Russian, eugh, disgusting. I like people who can keep up with me and will put up with me. I like people who can take a fucking joke. Also, big tits, big dick, whatever, big is always good.”
“I came here to help you, but if you’d rather I hadn’t, I will leave you alone again.”
Gilbert glared at the man, who somehow had remained calm despite Gilbert’s continuous stream of insults and general nastiness. Why was he staying? Why did he care? These questions Gilbert could not answer, the Russian’s persistence had startled and puzzled him. Gilbert shook his head, yes, he would much prefer to wallow in his pathetic misery as he thought it was than talk to Ivan. Ivan was supposed to hate him, as Gilbert hated him, why should he want to help? Gilbert found himself terribly confused, which added to his melancholia.
“Why do you stay? What the fuck is in it for you?” Gilbert spat, wanting to shove the man, wanting to pound his fists against him until he took the hint- but he knew that should Ivan leave Gilbert would be confronted by the reality that no one else was going to care, save for Ivan. No one cared about the ex-nation, no one bothered anymore. At least when he had a nation he had his people to care about him, but now with no people and no friends since he had been quite terrible to everyone during his reign as a nation, Gilbert had to come to face the quite real reality of being terribly alone. “Don’t any of you understand I do not want your fucking help, your fucking pity? I know that is why you’re here, Ivan. You just want to laugh at me! Don’t try and tell me otherwise! You want to laugh and gloat that you have won, I fucking know it! Leave, don’t leave, I don’t care. But don’t try to brag, just- fuck, I don’t know. Why are you here?”
[drunk text] I hate him but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol.
Text Hera, bitches!
[Text]: Who are you talking about?
[Text]: You shouldn’t hate anyone. It’s an unhealthy waste of energy.
[text]: do you hate me?
TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW).
The text received wasn’t one he expected, in either nature or sender. Arthur blinked a little, rereading the message before slowly typing a reply back.[Text]: Hate is a strong word, Ivan.[Text]: Why do you ask so suddenly?
❝ That sounds like your problem. Fuck you. ❞
“Is fuck you really the best response you can come up with, Pal? Pretty fucking unoriginal if you ask me.”
😘🍺
Yuri immediately pushed the stranger off him, before wiping the kiss off his mouth. “Seriously, I don’t even know who you are, but what’s your problem?” he said. “Are you drunk? What the fuck…” This was not what he needed right now.
