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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Post by Prussia on Jun 14, 2010 0:04:31 GMT -5
Germany nodded. He knew he wouldn't be able to get the wall off his mind. Even as he walked away, all he could think of was his brother, the wall, and that Russian bastard, and most of all, what was going to happen next.
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 19:48:43 GMT -5
America had gone home to complete panic in the States. Children were having duck and cover drills, and everyone were calling each other Communists, suspicious of their neighbors, friends, it was ridiculous. He wished it would stop. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. Now something about Cuba? It was so confusing.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 20:17:09 GMT -5
It was raining, clouds covered the sky, to seemingly cast a shadow upon the world. Russia stood outside America's house with his infamous 'innocent' smirk etched across his face. His eyes skimmed over the house, wondering if the American was even home. "America~?" he called out, almost shouting in his seemingly childish voice. The voice he knew made other people sick to their stomachs, he enjoyed seeing them become nauseous with fear. The Russian waited for an answer.
((OTL I fail...))
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 20:21:27 GMT -5
"What the fuck?" America heard the thunder and then looked around. He walked the window, kneeling on the couch and peering out. When he saw Russia his eyes widened and he shut the curtains and knelt next to the couch, breathing heavy, "How the fuck did he get in my country?" he whispered.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 20:25:01 GMT -5
Russia saw America peer out the window, he was excited to know that he was home. The violet eyed man chuckled "I know you're home! I saw you~!" he was going to talk to America, whether he had to break into his house or not...talk to, or torture?
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 20:28:01 GMT -5
America thought of ways to escape, but that wouldn't really be being home of the brave would it? But he didn't want to start another war, not when other countries were still recovering from the previous one, and plus, issues were happening in Korea ((I dunno if the Korean War had started yet or not ._.)) He decided on the escape route, and tip toed to his back door, opening it slowly and taking a step into the rain. At least the violent thudding of the water against the ground would mask his footsteps. He began to run.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 20:33:07 GMT -5
When Russia heard no reply, he frowned, getting out his pipe. "I wonder where he is..?" he laughed again "Oh I get it, you're playing hide and seek~!" he walked to the back of the house, getting a quick glance of America running for his life "There's no use in running comrade~ I will catch you no matter how fast you run!" he started walking in the direction of where the blond haired man was running, chuckling evily again.
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 20:35:48 GMT -5
America's eyes widened and he stopped, almost sliding on the grass. That would humilate him AND get him caught. He stopped and turned, whipping out his pistol and shooting a warning shot at him, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU DAMN COMMIE PIECE OF SHIT!?" he shouted, putting Texas in his pocket since all they were doing was spotting his vision in the rain. He kept his pistol out and pointed at his head as he appraoched.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 20:41:41 GMT -5
Russia put one hand, still up smiling "I just came to talk to you, comrade~." he put his hand down, slipping it into his coat through his sleeve to grab his pistol incase things came to very violent blows. "Don't you worry~."
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 20:43:27 GMT -5
"Stop walking," he commanded, "Talk about what?" he asked, watching the other man and ignoring the rain.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 20:46:15 GMT -5
Russia ignored America's command, continuing to walk "I just wanted to know how well your plan is going to 'take down my wall'." the grasp on his pipe tightened "It seems to be going very well." his voice dripped with sarcasm, grinning even wider.
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 20:48:27 GMT -5
"I said stop walking!" he screamed and shot his arm, "I'm not fucking around here! I want you OUT of my country!" he seethed, tightening his grip on his pistol and wanting to shoot again, but restraining himself.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 20:53:35 GMT -5
Russia grabbed his arm as he felt the metal shoot through him. He ripped out his pistol, shooting three times. One bullet hit his shoulder "What, is the great American hero afraid of me?!?!" he threw his head back in maniacle laughter.
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 20:57:08 GMT -5
America grabbed his shoulder and stared at him with wide eyes, "You're a maniac!" he shouted. How the hell was he supposed to get Russia off his property and out of his country?! He'd have to run inside to the phone, dial the FBI, and tell them what's going on. With an injured arm, and with Russia on his tail. With a couple calming (Well, as calming as they can be with Russia in your backyard armed with a pistol) deep breaths he shot back into the house, slamming and locking the door. He did the same to the front door, and checked all the windows before gabbing the phone and dialing.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 21:03:54 GMT -5
Russia ran behind him, grabbing his pipe and slamming it against the window. "The fun has only just begun, comrade!!!" his eyes were wide with insanity, and with one final blow, the window crashed open. The Russian jumped through, uncaring of the shards of glass tearing through his skin. Rain poured through the broken window. Blood trickled down his arm and stained his clothes, his eyes dead set on America, slowly walking towards him "I will not let you get away.." he aimed his pistol to his head as best he could. "We're going to have so much fun~" his teeth were bared in a menacing grin.
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