One vodka, two vodka, three vodka...

[marrymesister]

It's been a while since this guy has been in one of HQ's plentiful bar rooms, but by the look of things he's making up for the lost time. At the moment he seems to taking a break, though he's pretty unsteady on his barstool, playing with a knife while he contemplates... though it quickly turns to carving the varnish off the bar, most likely a

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Congrats, you brought him out of hiding! \o/

[paxrevolution]

[How long has it been since he's seen you? Too long. Russia can't even remember where he's been these past few months, but now that he's back, he's glad to see you. Too bad you look like you're about to slaughter something. He'll just sidle quietly up to you at the bar.]

Privet, braht. You are not looking well, da?

((ooc: I'm probably going to end up redoing this guy at some point, so enjoy him while he lasts.))

Re: Congrats, you brought him out of hiding! \o/

[marrymesister]

((ooc: I know, you said before... I'll enjoy him while I can~))

[He gives you the barest of glimpses, finishing his scrawling 'Piece of shit Poland' for the he-couldn't-even-rememberth time before straightening up, doing his best to hold even a smidge of grace.

He fails however, badly, barely staying on the barstool. He's surprisingly quick to sprawl, realising finesse was pointless.]

Fucking damned bitch...

[His knife's going back into the wood, wobbling in his grip as he realised you just said something, his face resting on his free arm, letting himself ever so slightly lean into you... Afterall, you weren't getting people to make you valentine's cards about telling him you were seeing a Poland behind his back.]

... I am drunk Vanya. There isa diff'runce.

[He meant to sound annoyed, but it just came out somewhat upset, his arm obviously muffling the anger. Yes, of course it was, his arm, that was it.]

[paxrevolution]

[He peers at your carvings, then pulls up a stool and sits next to you.]

Tell braht what is wrong.

[He'll just be prying the knife out of your grip now.]

[marrymesister]

[Butbutbut- but his carvings... D':

His grip is like cement... for all of three seconds, before letting you take the knife, having to think on your question taking away some of his attention from the blade.]

Nikolas has been seeing female Poland... Then he got someone to write me stupid valentine telling me so.

[He'd show you the card, but it got ripped up.]

Would not be so bad but... He told me he instigated it.

[Urge to kill rising...]

I... HATE... Poland...

[Where's his knife gone? He needs to stab Polands something, but he doesn't remember where it went. He'll just... stare at his hand for a while, waiting for it to tell him where it went.]

[navsyegda]

[Fear not, because your savior is here. Belarus peeks inside and immediately approaches when she sees him.]

What is wrong, braht?

[marrrymesister]

[Yey, his saviou- wait, you're not going to run away from him? Hide? Go get big sister to chase him round with a pitchfork?

He remembers you He still dreams about you sometimes... so beautiful~

Oh this, this is wonderful- he needs comfort and your wonderfully pert bosom is the best comfort there is at times like this.]

Sestra...

[Must not cry at the joy of his sister coming to see him voluntarily/the fact he is upset, must not cry, must not... Must be stoic and manly and-

Fuck it, he'll just be grabbing his sister close and crying into the belt line of her apron.]

Sessstraaah...

[navsyegda]

[Of course she isn't going to run, she loves you brother.]

Braht... [Her voice is gentle, though notably surprised. After only a moment's hesitation, she gathers him into her arms, nuzzling her cheek against his head.]

Oh, brother, what is wrong? Who has hurt you? I will destroy what is troubling you, braht!

[marrrymesister]

[Yey, love from sister~ This brings him unspoken joy.]

[also UNF, attention, he'll be enjoying the nuzzles and the cuddle, bringing his head a little higher to rest against your chest, his arms drifting a little lower to your waist...

Mmm, hips~]

Was married and was happy... but now damned bitch Poland has ruined it all!!

[Even the wonder of your chest and beauty of your hips can not quell that sadness, though they cushion the pain quite a bit HumanaHumanaHumana....]

fearless poland

[independenpol]

hey like don't drink so much i want totally vodka, too

Foolish fearless Poland~

[marrrymesister]

[Oh fuck JOY, it's you, in all your man-stealing glory.

He'd stab you if he wasn't so tanked reserved.

No, wait, he's still going to try... and miss spectacuarly. Ten points for failure to Russia.

He's really glad his barstools here, he'll just cling to it and slowly pull himself up.]

GO AWAY.

maybe it will be funny 8D

[independenpol]

Like why?
it's like puplic here, aren't it?!
btw you look so totally funny now, hahahaha.

[It was hilrious to see Russia like this and so he laughed.]

I'm sure it will be

[marrymesister]

[As hilarious as it was, Ivan sadly was not seeing the funny side, especially since it's you that's laughing at him. He'll just be pulling himself up, moving to stab you again before, crap, the knife's still on the floor, he should pick that up once his vision stops spinning.]

I HATE YOU. STUPID DAMNED POLAND.

[He'll get an actual sentence out at somepoint hopefully, but for now, he's going to stick to three word fractures.]

/hopes France's shoulder is big enough ;3;

[happy_francis]

France heard small scraping noises coming form the bar he had not visited in so long. He walked inside, and noticed a rather very sad Russia ruining bar property. Being a resident of HQ, he has dealt with many Russias, and even befriended some, so he wasn't very afraid of this one, either, though he was a bit nervous of the knife.

"Something wrong, mon cher?"

I'm sure it is~

[marrymesister]

It took him a moment to notice that someone had actually called out to him, turning his head languidly to face whoever it was had addressed him. It took him a few seconds to realise who it was, and the fact it was Francis surprised him- he was just hoping it wasn't the France he met before who kept calling him a liar, that Francis had gotten very close to getting his fingers broken...

He turned a little on his bar stool to face the Frenchman, his knife still for the moment, most likely being used more for balance than vandalism, any amount of grace he had thrown to the wayside.

"Francis?" His words were slurred, but legible "What are you doing here?"

omg yay :D

[happy_francis]

"I am merely reliving memories...

I have left HQ a while ago, and just recently came back...so I'm looking around."

France walks towards the Russian, slowly, and keeping his distance for now.

"Is everything alright?"

[marrymesister]

For some reason he smiled as Francis admitted he'd returned after leaving, but it was most likely something of a drunken mistake on the Russian's part, playing with the knife a little more, before stabbing the tip into the table over and over. He seemed to be thinking on something before giving the man beside him an amused snort through his nose.

"I Wish I could go home..." He played with the blade a little more before letting it go, his hand going for a bottle- of what he didn't know, and really, he didn't care, as long as it was alcoholic.

"Sestra was here and she went home, other sestra was and went home... EVERYONE has gone home, and now my husband is being with a stupid damned POLAND and... and..."

He'd been wrestling with the bottle cap, but he stopped, his posture deflating somewhat as he let himself lean on the bar once more.

"Everything is wrong here and I want to go home... Is no reason to be here thanks to useless husband and damned Poland bitch."

I swear I can speak english. /fixes typos like a derp. orz

[crazyknifeboy]

[He's fairly soaked in blood but none of it is his own. His hands in particular are very well coated, although his face has clean tear tracks cutting through the drying blood.

After making good on his numerous threats to Prussia, Belarus had been searching for his husband. Their room had been empty, but seeing the carved falcon glare down at him from the dresser in what was definitely perceived as an accusatory look sent another pang of guilt wracking through him. By the time he manages to track Russiarus to this bar he is a mass of anxiety, guilt, and fear, all of it clearly showing in his expression.

He approaches cautiously, setting a bloodied ear and a somewhat crushed kidney on the bar, then pushing them towards his husband. He can practically feel the hurt and rage emanating from him, and it pulls at his heart, especially know that he caused this.]

Vanya...? I'm so sorry. I- The one who made the cards, these were his. Now they're yours. I never meant...I'm sorry. I have no right to ask, but please forgive me.

I apologise if I don't reply on the card thread today- just tried to open it gave the PC a hernia

[marrymesister]

[[I will try though.]]

[At first he doesn't quite realise it's you, just smelling the overpowering pang of blood as you move towards him. He swallows back a lurch before looking to you, a little shocked at your appearence. You seem alright though, so his worry soon ceases, looking down at you've apparently brought him.

Is that... an organ? He's not drunk enough to confuse an ear when he sees one, but the organ's giving him trouble.]

... What is it?

[He's already forgiving you brother, even if he's still amazingly pissed off at you.]

Ffff, That's fine. /pats the poor pc.

[crazyknifeboy]

[He thought you would be angry, yelling and refusing him. He had you would be accepting of his apology, perhaps releived. Either way it would have shown emotional investment, but this apparent apathy terrifies him. You're clearly hurting, but you don't seem to be responding at all to his attempts to fix things.

He did see a flash of concern in your eyes, and that gives him a small bit of hope, but he's even more anxious than he was a moment ago. It's like seeing lightning, and waiting on pins and needles for the thunder that he's sure will follow.]

It's a kidney.

[He picks it up and turns it over restlessly as if that would make it clearer, needing something to do with his hands.]

I-I can go back and get something else if you would preffer. He will not have moved.

[marrymesister]

[Well of course not- showing emotion is weak... Besides, you don't deserve to have it that easy... Not yet anyway.

He watches you for a moment, apparently figuring out how he feels about this offering and if it is worthy of giving you forgiveness right here and now, or if he should continue to be angry with you.]

...

[He takes his brothers hand after it becomes obvious he doesn't know where to put it, uncaring that his hand is now covered in disgusting, stinking prussian blood. Looking to his brother before speaking.]

Why did you pick a Poland?

[His other hand's going back to his drink, which proves hard to find when he's not staring at it.]

Are Vanya and I not enough for you Nikolas?