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[pitchforkglory]

A young girl wanders the labyrinthine maze that is HQ, looking halls up and down. She pauses to admire the decorations and nods to herself approvingly.

"Big city folks sure do things different, with all them shiny pictures and stuff. I bet they dress real different too. Gosh, I hope suspenders are still fashionable." Ukraine self-consciously adjusts

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[chairman_yao]

*communist senses tingling, Yao approaches the girl*

...Cannibalism?

*looks up at the picture of Stalin and quickly chalks a similar portrait of Mao in the socialist-realist style on the opposite wall*

[pitchforkglory]

Nah, I try not t' do it too much. That fella looks pretty tasty though.

[chairman_yao]

*suspicions rising*

...fella? You do not know who he is?

[pitchforkglory]

*squints, since the hunger makes her eyesight blurry* That Mao Tsetung? Him and Stalin were getting along real well, just like Ivan and his lil' Chinese friend I think.

[chairman_yao]

*nods happily* Yes. He- they were true revolutionaries.

*straightens himself up indignantly* I am not little, Miss. How do you know Ivan?

[pitchforkglory]

I don't know, you're my height, and I never got enough t'eat when I was young. Don't be ashamed. Men don't like their women to look them in the eye. You look like could find a rich husband.

So you're China, huh? Ivan's always talkin 'bout you. He's my brother.

[chairman_yao]

*intensely curious about whatever Ivan has been saying about him, but trying to seem cool and detached*

Talking, aru? About me? Ahaha~ What kind of thing- *suddenly registers everything else she said*

[chairman_yao]

*so much for 'cool'*
... ...... .........women!?

[chairman_yao]

*so long 'detached'*
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husband!?

[chairman_yao]

I AM A MAN!

[pitchforkglory]

You sure? You look an awful lot like some refined big-city lady like you see on magazines, with your hair all long and glossy-like. I bet you could still find a pretty good husband.

[chairman_yao]

*frowns. absently flicks his hair. blushes angrily. frowns... resolves to forget everything she said that he wishes he didn't hear*

I am a man. I AM SURE OF THIS. *cough*

Aiyah... You said you were Ivan's sister? I have met Miss Natalia. You must be the radioactive one?

[pitchforkglory]

Alright then... *sneaks a worried glance southward nevertheless*

Yup. Natalia's the youngest and I'm the oldest. And I do glow a lil' sometimes, but Brother says there's nothin' wrong with me. I guess everyone glows a lil', and I jes' din' know before...being isolated sure keeps you from learnin' too much.

Brother's always talkin' 'bout you too. One time he said you's bourgeois and wily. I guess he's tryin' t' say you're the refined type, an' you're smart I guess?

[chairman_yao]

*shifts awkwardly when that southwards glance lingers far too long for his liking* A-A, ahem. So you are Ukraine. ...That healthy glow must be useful when you are working in the coal mines.

*narrowed eyes* Hmm. Ivan does talk a lot. Are you hungry, aru? Why not have some of my candy and tell me more things your brother has said about me, aru.

[pitchforkglory]

Oh gosh, it's healthy? That's a relief t'hear. Though it ain't that useful, since the coal dust covers it up.

Huh, well, Ivan said not t' eat any of yer candy. *stares longingly at his pockets, wondering if he keeps candy there* Will ya tell 'im if I do? An' I don' know if he'd like it if I tol' you some of the other things he said...

[chairman_yao]

*hoping to finally drag her gaze away from his pants he produces a bowl of candy from his sleeve with a flourish, offering it to her*

Someone with your constitution should enjoy my candy immensely. *smile* Do not worry, I am not in the habit of telling Ivan anything... that might upset him. This will be our little secret, aru.