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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 21:08:15 GMT -5
"What the hell is the matter with you!?" he addressed the voice on the phone, "Just get the hell over here!" he hung up, and pointed his gun at Russia, currently not caring about the window, "What are you planning on doing, bastard?" he questioned, cocking his gun and aiming at Russia's forehead. He couldn't comprehend at the moment how insane this man was. It had to be a nightmare.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 21:15:01 GMT -5
"Isn't it obvious? I plan on killing you, and I will rather enjoy doing it." Russia's voice became monotone "You're in my way boy, and you need to be destroyed. Even the smallest threat to my plan, like you, must be eliminated." he shot his pistol and it scathed America's cheek. "I will not leave today without knowing that you are dead and no longer a festering nussiance." he shot another bullet, letting it fly right over the top of the American's head. "Just a little bit closer and you'll be out of my way for good..."
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 21:18:51 GMT -5
"Fuck you," he spat, "Fuck you, and your government, and everything you stand for. I feel SORRY for your people," he said, "How dare you think of your goals before you think of them, who the fuck do you think you are!?" he shot Russia in the collar bone, since his good arm wasn't the one that was shot, "If you want to KILL me so BAD, why didn't you just do it then insted of giving pussy shots and hitting my cheek?" he wiped his blood and licked it, shooting Russia again, closer to Moscow. ((His heart))
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 21:26:44 GMT -5
Russia grabbed his chest, falling to his knees. Blood trickled out of his mouth "You don't want me to play...? Fine... Then come one!!" he got on his feet, grabbing his pipe "I wanted to torture you to make things more enjoyable...but I see that won't be the case.." blood trickled down his chin. Licking it off, he held his pipe like a baseball bat and ran towards America. He swung, hitting America's abdomin as hard as he could, hoping to knock the breath out of him.
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 21:29:39 GMT -5
Russia succeeded in doing so, and he stumbled back into the kitchen counter, grabbing onto it with his right hand and his stomach with his injured arm. It felt like he was inhaling sand paper, he couldn't get a breath in, so he began to cough, 'Shit shit shit.'
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 21:36:47 GMT -5
Russia grabbed America, pushing him roughly into the ground. "You're mine!!" he straddle him, pointing his pistol to the blond haired man's head "This ends today, comrade." his hands trembled with excitement "I can't wait to see this metal tear through your head you son of a bitch!" the Russian still wanted to make things more enjoyable for himself, he shot America's chest, dead center, at point blank range. It wouldn't kill him, but it'd hurt like fuck. And beside he didn't want the man to die just yet.
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 21:44:55 GMT -5
"AHH!" America's vision went black for a second, and he felt the blood run out of him, 'No way. You can't die...' He gnashed his teeth, wishing he had something to hold onto to give him comfort, something he could put his strenghth into, but his hand was met with a tile floor. He tried to breathe, but was choking on his own blood, this was terrible. Absolutely miserable. He saw through blurry eyes his gun he had dropped. He wished he could reach it, he wished he could end this, but he couldn't, not with a wound like that. He coughed, the metallic taste staining his throat. How come, when he needed a hero, no one was there? He closed his eyes, refusing to look at the Russian, on the brink of passing out. Maybe it'd be like in the movies, and he'd wake up and be in a hospital bed, and people would be standing around him, saying he was okay now, and that Russia was somewhere he couldn't escape. 'Please someone...' he pleaded in his mind.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 21:51:09 GMT -5
Russia grabbed his collar, pulling America upward "Come one ya little shit! I want you to be wide awake when I kill you!" he laughed "I want to see the fear in your eyes!" he shook him "Some hero you are! You're pathetic, weak! You're no hero!" blood would pour out of his mouth with every word, he began to feel light headed himself. He trembled, dropping the American with a loud thud "Wake up you fucking piece of shit!!" he clenched his fist and punched him in the face "I said wake the fuck up!"
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 21:55:33 GMT -5
America opened his eyes and coughed, trying to swallow the blood. He looked up at Russia. This was happening. This was actual pain. If he had called them first, they'd be here right now, he wouldn't be on the floor of his kitchen, in a puddle of his own blood. He sat up slowly, trying to ignore the burning pain in his chest. He was still bleeding, and he grabbed onto his chest, 'This can't be the end of me. I've fought so hard for staying alive, and staying free, I can't go because of this crazy bastard.' He reached for his gun.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 22:08:05 GMT -5
Russia stood up, stomping on America's hand when he saw him reaching for the gun. He closed his eyes, stumbling backwards 'I can't fucking go on like this...I can't keep fighting...' he fell backwards. His head slammed on the ground, nearly making him pass out 'Fuck...'the sting of the metal tearing his flesh was still riddling his body. A sinking feeling came over him 'I'm going to lose....' darkness overcame him as he stared into the dark abyss created by his eyes being shut tight. He opened one eye and looked over at America 'Maybe he'll just die...' the Russian tried propping himself up with his elbow, but failed and fell back to the floor. His gun was still firm in his grasp, why he didn't kill the dammed American right then and there, he had no fucking clue. Russia wanted him dead, he wanted him dead more than anything. Tears poured from his eyes because of the horrible pain "This is a bad fucking way to die.."
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 22:11:06 GMT -5
"You're not gunna die. Wanna know why?" America sat up slowly, "Because I'm a hero," he said tauntingly, resting his hack against the wall opposite Russia, "You got that you fucking Commie? They're here, and they're going to take care of both of us," he coughed, his hand shaking as he stared at his gun, thanking god Russia didn't shoot him in the head when he could. The door kicked open, "Alfred!?" He coughed a reply and they came in and saw the scene.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 22:21:52 GMT -5
Russia's heart sank when he saw the officers come in. He closed his eyes, wanting himself to die. He sat up and tossed the gun to America "Do it...fucking kill me, it's better then staying captive here in your god damn country." he looked up at him "And if you won't do it...I will..." he couldn't believe he lost. No America had won the battle...not the war, not just yet.
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 22:24:45 GMT -5
((Well he's won the war if Russia's gunna be shot))
"No," America shook his head, refusing, as the officers came and began to bandage them both up. He looked gratefully at the man, his hand clinging onto his shirt, finally able to find comfort in something.
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Post by romano on Jun 14, 2010 22:30:05 GMT -5
((Child it is for dramatic affect! >~>))
"Why...?" Russia pushed anyone away who tried to heal him. He stood up and looked around, trying to see if there was any way to escape.
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2010 22:32:48 GMT -5
"Because no matter how much of a fucker you are, you're still a country, and your people need you," he spat out some blood, "I'm just trying to stop the Communism part." Three men brought Russia back to the floor and took his clothes off, and began to bandage him. "They'll send you home. Right, guys?" They all looked at him in amazement. "Right, guys?" "...Right, sir," the man to his right said. "Good."
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