[voice; action]
Oct. 24th, 2009 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunflowersunday[Russia's voice is as pleasant as ever, but... there is a hint of strain behind it. Almost like he's actively trying to keep his voice cheerful. None should ever take that as a good sign.]
So many disappearances. None that I actively sanctioned.
But it is so good that people are so kind to new arrivals! Sheltering them, even when there are plenty of rooms to go around. Especially my sister.
[Russia's voice drops to the SCARIEST FUCKING RASP OF YOUR GODDAMN LIFE. NO REALLY. LISTEN TO THIS DEMONIC KOLKOLKOL SHIT.]
Especially my sister.
[He just leaves it at that. Brb bugging Belarus/Tony's room.]
So many disappearances. None that I actively sanctioned.
But it is so good that people are so kind to new arrivals! Sheltering them, even when there are plenty of rooms to go around. Especially my sister.
[Russia's voice drops to the SCARIEST FUCKING RASP OF YOUR GODDAMN LIFE. NO REALLY. LISTEN TO THIS DEMONIC KOLKOLKOL SHIT.]
Especially my sister.
[He just leaves it at that. Brb bugging Belarus/Tony's room.]
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[Doesn't that make you a goat?]
Date: 2009-11-11 05:40 am (UTC)Luckily for America, Russia is much more preoccupied with the idea of Belarus coming after him than he is of trying to get the upper hand on capitalism. He inspects the bolts and disheartened when he realizes that this would only hold her for so long.
Oh well.
He calms himself and faces America. His expression is unreadable as he stares at the other country blankly.]
You have put a wire in my sister's room with the intention to listen in on conversations.
[...oh snaps..]
Date: 2009-11-11 05:45 am (UTC)And super nakedthough any attempts at bragging have been lost because, shit. Belarus seems even more mentally unstable than Russia is! And having a knife flashed in his direction was so much suck. Seriously.Though now that he's in the room and Russia's looking at him makes him uncomfortable. And he steps back nervously. How does he even answer this question?
Well, that's easy. DENY EVERYTHING.]
No, I didn't? [Great way to try to lie out of this, America. But.. maybe Russia's that stupid. Like a T-Rex.] It's not.. umm..
[THIS IS AN ABSURDIST REALITY]
Date: 2009-11-11 06:21 am (UTC)Russia just steps closer, secretly enjoying that America is backing away.]
I have used "bugs" many times, America. I know what it is.
[Suddenly he stops his advance and glances around the room. Russia's still utterly calm, though that's often a deceptive thing.]
Where are the transmissions received?
[don't eat meee]
Date: 2009-11-11 06:28 am (UTC)He stops once he hits a desk, and then.. kind of toughens up. Because it's his room, dammit.]
Yes, I know. [Douche and your douchy 'gifts'.] Fine, whatever. Yes, I bugged her room.
[He folds his arms.] Why would I tell you my secrets? You shouldn't even be here!
[MMM DELICIOUS AMURIKA]
Date: 2009-11-11 07:32 am (UTC)Because...
[He grins and lifts his pipe up, tapping the underside of America's chin with it.]
You will either cooperate, or I will tell Belarus exactly what that device is and direct her to your room. Now, you will show me where the transmission is received.
[Now with more democracy, for added flavor!]
Date: 2009-11-11 04:42 pm (UTC)Until he mentions tattling to Belarus, anyway.]
...fine. I'll show you. Just... keep that stupid thing to yourself, alright?
[Point made, he swats the pipe away from him. At this point, being stabbed would hurt more, so he's not afraid of that. If he placates Russia then he won't get hurt. Fine.
He crosses the room and goes to his desk, pulling out a relatively small laptop. He opens it and turns it on, booting it to the log in screen.]
This is it. [He'll try to wedge himself in between Russia and the laptop so he can type in his password, but once he does, it opens into a few windows. One of which is what the device in Belarus' room can see and hear.]