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

[rutheniaalba]

I take it sestra is used to here? I... haven't talked to many people.

[motheringnation]

I am. It just takes a while at first.

Now, do you know what your address is here?

Gosh I'm so late, sorry!!

[rutheniaalba]

Hmm, I see. [ She took a small pause, stopping to think. ] I don't know it.

No problem

[motheringnation]

Well we'll have to find it later. I'm at 5720 Cunningham Lane myself.

>3<

[rutheniaalba]

Alright... [ A pause. ] This is your place?

[motheringnation]

No, I just work here. They assign us jobs.

It's like the fake families and pictures. They want to make us think we live here.

[rutheniaalba]

Jobs... [ She bit her lip, shaking her head for a moment. ] You didn't forget about home?

[motheringnation]

Of course not!

[rutheniaalba]

Good. Was worried. [ But she is relieved, very much so, but it didn't show much at all, other then that hint of worry leaving her eyes. ]

[motheringnation]

We have to come to the jobs they give us, our we get droned.

[She kisses your forehead.]

Don't worry sister, I will never forget about trying to get home to my people.

[rutheniaalba]

[ She only reaches up and tightly held to her shirt. ]

... Hm, I will find a way out.