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Post by America on Feb 13, 2010 21:39:49 GMT -5
Moscow, Russia
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Post by ivanbraginski on Feb 15, 2010 18:28:56 GMT -5
Russia sat against the wall with a bottle of vodka in his hand. He took a swig in it and sighed. "Even indoors, General Winter shows no mercy..." He muttered sadly.
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Post by America on Feb 15, 2010 18:31:52 GMT -5
"IT'S FUCKIN' COLD!" America shouted from outside.
His boss had sent him here for... something, and he had had forgotten ever since his snot froze. Now he was trying to find somewhere warm.
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Post by ivanbraginski on Feb 15, 2010 18:51:35 GMT -5
Russia's ears perked at the sudden shout. An American... In fact, he knew it as THE America. "What is that capitalist pig doing in Moscow?" He muttered to himself. "It would be good if he decided to become one with me..." He headed towards the door.
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Post by America on Feb 15, 2010 18:53:09 GMT -5
America saw Russia when he opened the door and charged at him, running inside and slamming the door. It was...warmer, to say the least, "Oh thank god," he said as he shivered from the heat rapidly warming up his body.
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Post by ivanbraginski on Feb 15, 2010 19:07:52 GMT -5
Russia blinked when America suddenly shot right by him and slammed the door shut. A smile couldn't help but crawl onto his pale lips. "America-kun~" He greeted with false happiness. "What are you doing in capital Moscow?" He took a few steps towards the shivering American.
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Post by America on Feb 15, 2010 19:16:24 GMT -5
((Looks like we're RPing in two places ^^)) America went  as Russia neared and slipped nervously away from the door so he wouldn't pinned or something. Lithuania told him some not fun things about Russia. "I actually forgot once the cold killed my brain... @_@" |
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Post by ivanbraginski on Feb 15, 2010 19:23:41 GMT -5
Russia let a chuckle escape his lips and gently rumble in his chest. His smile changed into a smirk. It looked like America was scared... tipical. "You'll get used to the cold soon enough, da?" Russia replied and stood infront of the still-quaking American.
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Post by America on Feb 15, 2010 19:26:30 GMT -5
"Yeah I guess," America said, trying not to look too afraid. He just had suck a CREEPY smile, "I'm used to cold because of the northern states but this is ridiculous," he said, trying not to notice Russia was getting closer.
Was he gunna rape him or something?!
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Post by ivanbraginski on Feb 15, 2010 19:42:13 GMT -5
((Oh, Russia is gonna do more than just rape America... America's gonna find out what it REALLY means to become "one with Russia" XDXDXD))
The fool didn't know how lucky he was to have such land... Russia still kept his creepy smile. "Why do you keep retreating back, America-kun?" He asked curiously, tilting his head. "You are afraid of me, da?" This was really entertaining to Russia. He was backing America into a corner.
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Post by America on Feb 15, 2010 19:43:11 GMT -5
(( !!! Are you serious!?)) "No," America said, pointing a finger at him, "I just don't like my personal space being encroached upon..." he said. Shit. He was in a corner now. He reached his hand behind him and grabbed hold of a pistol he kept hidden in the back of his jacket. 'What am I thinking, I'm not gunna shoot Russia!' he thought, but another glance at his smile made him draw it, ut keep it behind his back. |
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Post by ivanbraginski on Feb 16, 2010 17:17:56 GMT -5
((No! ... Unless you really want it *winkwink*))
Russia could hear the sound of metal being dragged against the fabric of America's clothes. He was drawing a gun. It wasn't hard for Russia to hear such sounds because the howling wind outside wasn't so loud. "What are you planning to do with that gun? Shoot me?" He asked calmly. He took a step back and started reaching inside his coat for his faucet pipe.
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Post by America on Feb 16, 2010 17:32:14 GMT -5
((No thank you! XD))
America's eye twitched, how the hell!? "No," he said with a smile, "You're just kinda freaking me out, so I thought just in case. Don't take it personally. My people and I have been very..." he struggled to find the right word, the thought of being beaten by Russia's pipe was kind of clouding his thoughts, "You know with the recent attacks on my home, gotta be on my toes at all times."
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Post by ivanbraginski on Feb 16, 2010 18:14:43 GMT -5
Russia let a soft chuckle escape his lips. "Arn't more Americans dying from cancer and peanut allergy attacks then Alfganistan's attacks on you?" He questioned. He found it entertaining how desprate America was to fight someone. His economy was crap, and he owed the world more money than he had to support himself.
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Post by America on Feb 16, 2010 18:16:22 GMT -5
America glared up at him, but obviously didn't have a response. He just grabbed his gun, making sure it was cocked, and headed back to the door.
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as Russia neared and slipped nervously away from the door so he wouldn't pinned or something.