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entrancelogs2009-01-23 09:33 pm
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Who: Russia and Lithuania
Where: Lithuania's room
When: After Liet's arrival
Rating: PG for creeperism
Summary: Russia's bff has just showed up. Time tostalk him pay him a little visit.
the Story:
It's been less than a month since he'd last seen Liet. In that short span of time, he'd been forced to sing, been attacked by robotic guards, and watched as England's flag stretched across the sky as though it were trying to envelop the entire world. Even during all of that, Lithuania had never been too far from his mind. Everyone once in a while he'd shake his head at yet another oddity of Wonderland, open his mouth to ask the smaller nation if he thought the notion was just as absurd as Russia thought. His jaw would hang open in the air for only a second before snapping shut, the audible click of his teeth against one another the only answer to his question.
When Vexen had told him he could grow sunflowers once the world thawed, he jumped in excitement, eyes glowing and tongue working faster than his mind to say Liet, I've finally found a territory I can grow sunflowers in! I've finally--! And then he stopped, letting himself slump against his bed as he willed himself not to give into despair.
Now that the Baltic State is finally here--now that Russia finally has his Liet back--he's not about to let the other nation go. He winds quietly through the halls, asking anyone nearby if they'd seen a boy with brown hair in a uniform walk by. He nods politely and smiles each time (smiles that would send a chill through whoever witnessed it, though no one could be sure why), trotting along the first floor hallway until he finds an occupied room away from the others.
He doesn't bother knocking.
Pipe held loosely in one hand and a vodka bottle in the other, he quickly shifts both items to one hand, grabbing the doorknob and slipping in with only the briefest rustle of fabric.
Russia closes the door and smiles gently. "Liet."
Where: Lithuania's room
When: After Liet's arrival
Rating: PG for creeperism
Summary: Russia's bff has just showed up. Time to
the Story:
It's been less than a month since he'd last seen Liet. In that short span of time, he'd been forced to sing, been attacked by robotic guards, and watched as England's flag stretched across the sky as though it were trying to envelop the entire world. Even during all of that, Lithuania had never been too far from his mind. Everyone once in a while he'd shake his head at yet another oddity of Wonderland, open his mouth to ask the smaller nation if he thought the notion was just as absurd as Russia thought. His jaw would hang open in the air for only a second before snapping shut, the audible click of his teeth against one another the only answer to his question.
When Vexen had told him he could grow sunflowers once the world thawed, he jumped in excitement, eyes glowing and tongue working faster than his mind to say Liet, I've finally found a territory I can grow sunflowers in! I've finally--! And then he stopped, letting himself slump against his bed as he willed himself not to give into despair.
Now that the Baltic State is finally here--now that Russia finally has his Liet back--he's not about to let the other nation go. He winds quietly through the halls, asking anyone nearby if they'd seen a boy with brown hair in a uniform walk by. He nods politely and smiles each time (smiles that would send a chill through whoever witnessed it, though no one could be sure why), trotting along the first floor hallway until he finds an occupied room away from the others.
He doesn't bother knocking.
Pipe held loosely in one hand and a vodka bottle in the other, he quickly shifts both items to one hand, grabbing the doorknob and slipping in with only the briefest rustle of fabric.
Russia closes the door and smiles gently. "Liet."
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His eyes seem to drift off to stare beyond the kitchen in front of him, as if he were gazing dead-on into a dream. At the same time, his expression is eerily serene, and anyone familiar with him could easily recognize the joyful madness disguised behind a placid smile. He sqeezes Lithuania's shoulder a little too hard; whether done intentionally or not isn't clear. Russia's voice drops to a nearly a whisper. "This, all of this, is as good as mine."
Suddenly his eyes snap back towards Lithuania, once again wearing a mask of sanity with a cheerful smile in place. "I'm sure no one will have any issue with you using it any time you wish!" Because they wouldn't dare to force you to do anything. Not while I'm here.
Russia didn't have to say it to make it true.
He gives Lithuania a light pat on the same shoulder he had clutched with such bruising force only seconds before. "It's all yours, Liet."
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Pushing the thoughts of Russian conquest from his mind for now, Lithuania turns back to the kitchen, looking around. He goes from the oven (one of three, a gas oven with huge ranges) to the pantry door (an entire room all set off by itself?!) to the fridge (industrial sized and temperature controlled) in awe, looking every which way before finally turning to Russia, grinning.
"What should I cook for you?" he asks.
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Whether that will make annexation easier or harder, he'll find out in time.
He moves over to the fridge and removes (you guessed it) another bottle of vodka. "Ah, I'm thinking Kiev chicken and grechka."