Russia

[Russia always looks suspicious. Always. ~~Hint: It's not the coat, try the big fucking pipe he carries all the time~~ ~~stop bugging my shit Russia wtf and just let me reform you~~

He stops rubbing his forehead and kind of blinks up at Russia. Well, mainly his gun.]

...I'm fixing something for her. [He lies, outright, and Russia can probably tell, though.. after the initial shock of Russia's entrance, America's not visibly scared of him. He's seen the state Russia eventually becomes, and that somehow makes him feel even more obnoxiously confident than normal. Of course. Because he's the ~~goddamn Batman~~ hero, and a lot stronger than he was back during the Cold War.

Still, he tenses a bit, slowly shifting his weight forward in case he needs to move quickly. He tries not to look too annoyed, as Russia showing up really fucks with his own plans.]

What are you doing here?

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[~~Get out capitalist I'm fine on my own GREAT DEPRESSION PROVED THAT.~~

He cocks the gun.]

Liar.

[Something shifts as soon as America asks why Russia's there. His smile returns and he laughs in his ~~Elmo voice~~ normal tone.]

Belarus is my sister and new to this world. It is only natural that I should visit her.

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[~~You're just jealous because I'm awesome and have huger condoms than you.~~

His eyes narrow a bit and he slowly moves to stand. Slowly. His hands are out at his sides, in such a way that shows he's unarmed ~~for now~~ though shifts his eyes from the gun to Russia.]

Belarus is my friend during the present day. [He smiles faintly in return, though it's a bit more reassuring to see that creepyfuck expression on Russia's face. ~~Yes, he's more familiar with your broken psychotic self. Creeper~~ Also by 'friend' he means 'trying to force her into becoming a democracy' but who's counting, really?]

Put the gun down. You wouldn't want to ruin her new room, would you?

Edited Date: 2009-10-25 04:46 am (UTC)

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[~~Excuse me? DID SOMEONE SAY "EXTRA SMALL"?~~

Okay, that confuses Russia. Not that he trusts what America says at all, but he decides that it's probably not the best idea to be so upfront with his hatred. Have a not-actually-friendly smile.]

Ah! Of course. I would not want to upset Belarus.

[Casually, pretending that he hadn't lost his cool at all, he clicks the gun back in place and places it inside his coat. America's free to catch a glimpse of the wires in there. Anyway, Russia is pretty confident that he could take down America if he truly tried, so threatening with bullets would kinda be redundant.

He bends down (with some difficulty) to examine under the table.]

Would you like some help with repairs, America?

Edited Date: 2009-10-25 08:00 am (UTC)

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[~~Obviously you have no concept of anything, much less size order. Your puny condoms are no match for my awesome. Boss and I laughed and used them as water balloons.~~

GOD THAT SMILE WHY. Everytime Russia smiles, America is sure that something cute and innocent dies a horribly painful death. His own smile becomes a bit strained as well.]

Of course not.

[The wires are definitely noticed, though are the least of his worries as Russia suddenly starts looking under the table. fml. There's a little... wireless sort of microphone there, secured under the table. It's actually rather tiny, though there's a small light that blinks every so often.]

Nope! Actually, I was just finishing up! [Distaction, distraction..] Do i>you need help? You look like you got.. a lot of stuff on you..

[Maybe Russia won't notice? Though he's slowly inching to the door. He can always come back later... though there's a few in the room already so that should be good for now..]

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[The door to the room was pulled open and Belarus looked over the two nations in her room. Her new room. She nodded to her brother, despite the urge to instantly ask him what he was doing there... he was family after all, and that would be rude...

Though she looked at America with a blank expression.] Amerikan, what are you doing here? ...With Brother? I believe that your rooms are both on different floors...

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[It would be a lie to say Russia didn't jump slightly at Belarus' entrance. He was anticipating arms around his neck, but finding none, quickly relaxes. Russia, too, turns to America.]

Yes, America, what are you doing here?

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[America jumps as well. Goddamn worst spy ops mission ever. He blinks at the doorway, at Belarus, and then shifts his eyes to Russia ~~some useless ally you turned out to be~~]

I was.. umm... [QUICK THINK OF SOMETHING AHHHH TWO CRAZY PEOPLE IN ROOM ABORT MISSION ABORT] ..checking to make sure the room wasn't booby trapped! Yeah, 'cause some rooms are totally dangerous at first, and like when new people move in I gotta make sure they pass inspection!

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... This was Tony's room long before my own. He has lived here for months, I am sure that if there were any traps he would have triggered them by now. ~~Considering his fail.~~

[She looked back and forth between them before kicking the door shut behind her.]

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[Ohgod that door slam is like the Gates of Hell slamming shut to trap him inside. FUCK. Luckily, all the heat is on America at the moment.]

He says he was repairing something for you, Sister.

[With a ~~giggle~~ MANLY CHUCKLE, Russia bumps America to the side to look under the table. Oh hello there, wires and microphone ~~that are so much more sophisticated than his own fuuccckkk.~~

Russia straightens up, grinning widely at America and--]

Ah! Your table should not wobble so much now. If only America could fix his mind so readily as he can fix tables.

[lolwat]

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Umm.. well.. [Yes, trapped in the gates of Hell with Russia and his sister. fml. Seriously. He can feel his throat closing and ~~Washington, DC~~ his heart pounding away in his chest, being shoved aside by an eager whale of a nation is enough to kind of send him.. well, he's still kind of kneeling on the floor. Oh god, Russia's going to tattle on him, there was going to be death and stabbing and..

America doesn't process at first what Russia says, as the grin totally catches him by surprise. Needless to say, this is probably the first and last time Russia's mentally deranged grin is reassuring to him.]

Right.. well... yes, don't mention it! It's nothing at all!

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[She glanced over the desk before looking back to the American.] I wasn't aware that Tony's desk was in need of repair. [Violet eyes moved to her elder brother then.]

I would like to see his work, if you would let me by Brother. [One hand rested on her hip next to the holster of her knife, the other shifted her hair out of her face to get a better look at the two. Because unfortunately Belarus was not a T-Rex and could in fact see non-moving people.]

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Ah, but--!

[He reaches a hand out to try and stop her, but it falls pathetically back to his side. Russia just looks at her miserably.]

Of course.

[How the hell is he supposed to spy on her now?! Oh god now she'll know he was lying and she'll stab him. Or worse, he'll be the one being stalked again.]

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I.. umm.. don't think you should touch it..

[Oh crap, all he can do is move over to let Belarus in between him and Russia, and try not to look too conspicuous as he tries to slink closer to the door.]

I mean, I just set it, so you could jar it lose.. [Running with that, because honestly? If he has to take a knife on Russia's behalf? That'd suck.]

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[She knelt down between them, looking over the wires and small devices that her ~~ancient~~ eyes had never seen before. Slight confusion crossed her younger features before she looked between the two of them again.]

...That looks like a strange thing to fix a desk with.

[She glared a bit at America before turning her attention half-way to her brother. Hand on the handle of her blade.] It doesn't seem to be holding anything in place.

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[Thank the non-existent God that she's from an era that can't recognize wiretapping. He calms down quickly, easing into a stream of half-truths.]

It is technology beyond your time. It makes things easier! Wires and... other attachments enables all sorts of miraculous innovations that we could not dream of centuries ago. I cannot explain how exactly it works, since this specific model seems to be beyond my time as well, but look!

[He takes a hold of the desk at the corner. It wobbles a bit, but he discreetly kicks it. The wobbling stops.]

It is repaired! See? No wobbling.

[Technically he isn't lying. Just... not telling the entire truth.]

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Of course! I can't explain all of modern day technology! [For whatever reason, America is suddenly very thankful that Russia's on his side in this. Spares him a heart attack ~~that isn't Big Mac induced~~.

Of course, this might mean he owes Russia.. something. Dammit.

He'll leave Russia with the BS for now, as honestly, Russia could be saying a leprechaun is holding it still and Belarus'd believe him.

So he'll just sit there and nod and grin and agree with everything the pinko says.]

All fixed!

Edited Date: 2009-10-26 06:52 am (UTC)

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... Right. [The white-haired one stood and gave the desk a firm kick. It didn't break, but barely wobbled.

...Technology was strange in the future. The communicator itself had already thrown her through a loop after all.] ... I do not understand how it works but... I will believe you.

[Though she instantly turned on the American, knife drawn but not close to him.] If I find out that this is a lie to invade my privacy I will... well...

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I think that is something that I will have to leave for you to find out on your own... ~~Both of you.~~

[She glanced at her brother too.] Da?

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D-da. No lies.

[Which is actually the truth but still THIS IS SOME SCARY SHIT. Russia smiles nervously and pats Belarus gently on the head.]

It was very good to see you, Sister, and oversee your rooms' repairs. But I have other matters to attend to, I'm afraid.

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[America manages a small smile, though his eyes glance at the knife. Hah. Hah. fml. This is horrifying. Somehow his life is in Russia's hands, and.. technically Belarus's as well, since she's the one with the knife.]

Da. [He winces, and laughs a bit awkwardly. Well, it's contagious, and he's a bit on edge at the moment.] I mean, you don't have to worry about that! I'm the hero, after all!

And yes, it was good seeing you! I need to be leaving as well, but if anything else needs fixing let me know, okay? [heading for the door]

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Good. I will be sure to let you know then, Amerikan. [She was glad that the two were filing out. She had other matters to attend to as well...like sharpen knives to potentially stab them with.

She turned to her brother, and nodded respectfully.] I understand. I will let you know if it is... unsatisfactory.

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[Russia does his best not to flinch at the touch. He smiles and nods back.]

Understood. I will fix it to your liking if that is the case. Good day, Belarus!

[With a wave and hurried steps, he follows America out the door. But does he stop there? Oh no. He grasps America's shoulder tightly and steers him down the stairs, all but pushing him. Notice how it is the stairs down to America's room.]

Keep moving. Your room has bolted locks?

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[America bites back a yelp (more of surprise than of pain, seriously) and widens his eyes as Russia.. practically half drags him down the hallway. And the stairways down to his floor, but he doesn't notice that right away, as he's trying to not fall on his face.

He's still confused about what just happened.]

I.. h-hey! What are you- Uhh.. of course it does! Why did you..

[He's trying to say 'why did you lie to your sister' but can't really think of how to form it. He hisses the next part, because he's the hero, and should not be pushed around by those bigger than he is. Right.]

Let me go! Where are you taking me?

Edited Date: 2009-11-11 02:32 am (UTC)

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