First - Phone/Action - A very unhappy nation is now here...?

[rutheniaalba]

Phone

[ After a very long pause, muttering a few Russian curses under her breath before finally speaking up, a shaky cough cutting her off every now and then; ]

Someone explain what is happening here. I look around... But everything looks the same, remind me of America. [ Somehow, she didn't exactly spit out his name, there was almost a hint of fondness to it, to those that can actually read her that is. ] Have to leave here, I have things to do.

[ As if the fall of the Soviet Union wasn't enough to put her into turmoil, that and also she couldn't help being torn away from her people, her home. She couldn't bare to staying away from anything she cared about enough. ]

... This a joke?

Action; around afternoon

[ A very annoyed Belarus was tearing through the whole place, huffing and pouting the whole time. Knife in hand, ready to attak anyone who she gets the wrong feeling from -mind you, that would be a lot of people-. Not to mention she was frustrated and scared enough by being here, but strangers is one thing she wasn't hoping for.

Just a clue to get back home, some kind of way. ]

Comments

4/4

[romanovs]

[Russia finally remembers to hit the brakes, and his car comes to forceful, creaming halt only a few feet away from Belarus. Good thing he wasn't going very fast to begin with.

...he might or might not have driven up her lawn or really wherever she was. The whole don't steer where you look thing is still hard for a guy who only took up driving relatively recently.]

1/? at you too

[rutheniaalba]

[ Somehow she didn't see him coming until he actually came over the lawn, her eyes going wide at the sudden car on her lawn, taking a few steps back, knife in hand. As usual. ]

2/2

[rutheniaalba]

[ Although it didn't take her long to notice it was her brother that did this, almost automatically making her way to him, staring at him, still shocked though.

... He looked so young. ]

... Brat.

[romanovs]

Little sis!

[Sorry, door, you will be manhandled a bit, but he just needs to get to her as quickly as possible, and then hug her very tightly. She has been droned for way too long, and... he even tracked her down after the drone!Belarus-not!wife was replaced, but never approached the drone - because really while he does not mind Belarus smiling that is a kind of smiling that he doesn't like on her. Anyone that he cares about. So seeing her back to this expression...

she'll be enveloped in a bear-hug that will be way too tight for comfort.]

[rutheniaalba]

A-ah. [ She stiffened, eyes still wide in shock and she couldn't get comfortable into this hug, why would he hug her? Wasn't he always running away from here, or just being horrible to her somehow... She couldn't react to this at all, other then trying to wrap a very hesitant arm around him, while mumbling his name a few times, questionably.

But that silence was cut with another, shaky cough into his shoulder, arms tightening around him for some kind of support. ]

[romanovs]

I knew you would come back!

[And then he hears the cough and pulls away just enough to be able to look down at her.] Are you sick? You should not have woken up hurt. [You should not. Nobody wakes up hurt, or at least nobody that he has spoken to so far. Her of all people waking up hurt would just be silly.]

[rutheniaalba]

Come back?

[ She didn't let her hands let go of him, clinging on for dear life before she nodded, he didn't remember? ] Chernobyl...?

[romanovs]

It's alright if you don't remember, I will tell you about everything. You should come over to my house for some real food, yes? [Everything that he thinks that she should know, at least. There are things that she is better off not knowing, really. And the food that people here consider food is sometimes normal and sometimes weird.]

...Why would you have a bussiness with that place?

[They are a bit troublesome because they aren't Orthodox, but that will be taken care of - much more importantly, they are Ukrainian. And while he really likes both of his sisters and would never really think that Ukraine does something bad on purpose (she just doesn't see how much trouble something can mean if she lets it slide like that, but really that happens to everyone) he has to wonder why Belarus mentions this city. Because while it is close to her and especially because of that - things might swap over there easily - it is not her responsibility. That does not sound good, though Russia is thinking about political or religious upheaval, not enviromental or technical fallouts because that is just a dimension that in this form would just not be an issue that he'd expect (despite having in Mayfield for a post-apocalyptic event, but that "nuclear fallout" was just an abstract word that wasn't even explained to him.]

[rutheniaalba]

H-hm, I should, da. [ She raised a brow, leaning against him with another forced back cough. ] The nuclear accident. [ She bit back another cough, seems like it acts up even more when it's mentioned and with that she lets her tongue slip back into Russian, at least this way it was easier to speak. ]

... Brat, do you not remember?

[romanovs]

[At this time, not even Poland or France would know about nuclear power. He just cocks his head at her, ignoring the coughing for a moment because it seems to be of utmost importance to get to the bottom of this mystery.]

"Nuclear"?

[rutheniaalba]

... Da, Nuclear. [ She'll take a step back, this wasn't possible, many of his wars relied on nuclear power, did he forget everything here?

Now this is one thing that would show if he remembers much or not. Said completely bluntly, with a small wince at it after wards. ]

Bloody... sunday?

[romanovs]

There have been a lot of Sundays like that.

[What does she mean? She really seems to be very confused.]

fitting keywords!

[rutheniaalba]

... [ Her eyes widened, pushing him away and staring with an obvious look of increasing distrust. ]

Brat.

Re: fitting keywords!

[romanovs]

[He will let her push him away, but that really is a privilege that only his sisters get.]

...you are acting very weird right now.

[rutheniaalba]

... No, you are.

[ She won't do anything else, other then taking a few steps back. ]

[romanovs]

...you are from a silly time.

[It's a simple statement, without any of the coercive tone in it that his statements often have.]

It should be 1812.

[rutheniaalba]

... That's a long time ago.

[ But the way he is acting... She remembers this, not that nations could forget that easily, the mention of the year bringing back all kinds of memories. ]

[romanovs]

How long?

[He really doesn't like this development, but she is still his sister and he is happy to have her here.]

[rutheniaalba]

You're from happier time, brat.

[ To put it simply... All that pain still hasn't happened much at all. ]

[romanovs]

Happier?

[He's from the middle of a war, with the enemy on his lands, and Moscow just burned... What is her definition of "bad", then? Sure, the Tartar Yoke was worse, but...]

[rutheniaalba]

[ She bit her lip, looking away with a small huff. She knew well enough what he went through in that year, she couldn't forget a single thing... Might be part of being a country. ]

... Hmm, da.

[romanovs]

[The only thing that he can think of is that everyone left, that everyone is alone and has no hope of being together again...

He takes a quick step forward to grab her arm and hold on to it.]

[rutheniaalba]

[ Her eyes went wide at the sudden grasp on her arm, slowly looking back at her brother with just a small hint of fear in her eyes before looking down with a small bite to her lip. ]

... What's wrong?

[romanovs]

We will go back to my house now, yes? I should still have some of those little cakes left, and if not, I can make some. You would like that, yes?

[His voice is pleasant and friendly, cheerful as always, but there is an urgent quality to it that should be enough of a warning for those that know him to not reject the offer. And he hasn't let go of her arm yet...]

[rutheniaalba]

[ She knew that tone well enough, giving him a nod and a small tug at her own arms to have him let go. ]

Hmm, da.