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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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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."