[So this guy here.  Yeah he looks a lot like Russia, scarf and everything.  But you know what? He's not him.  So when is a Russia not a Russia? When it's actually a male Ukraine.  And a Ukraine who is clearly freaked out and looking like he's on the verge of tears as he wanders the hallway, his eyes darting frantically around ( Read more... )

There's a succulent aroma on the air this fine day in HQ. What is it you ask? Well it's meat. Beef to be precise. Beef being grilled to perfection and then garnished with the finest cheese and bacon and lettuce and onions and whatever else. It's a truly delectable odor. For any America that is ( Read more... )

[Yuri was usually a very easy going young man.  The biggest woobie ever, quite literally! A doormat even.  However like any woobie doormat he possessed a few RAGE BUTTONS.  One of which had just been pressed.  He had been innocently browsing around a few art websites on his computer.  He had come across a few fanart websites, some of which had ' ( Read more... )

[Ukraine was just minding his own business.  He was just taking a leisurely stroll and pondering such deep things as what he should make for dinner and that he should find some red thread so he could fix the little tear in one of his favorite shirts.  It was then that he heard the noise from the library.  It was a spectacular crash! Fearing someone ( Read more... )

[So Ukraine's finally managed to build a new boat after Poland burnt her last one. She stands back to watch it float for the first time when suddenly she's not in the same place any more.]

What...?

[Fortunately, HQ brought Ukraine's boat along with her. Unfortunately, it deposited it in a river far too shallow for it and (crunch) the bottom just ( Read more... )

[So after Belgium made her a ring, she's been on the hunt for a Russia to give it to. Unfortunately she hasn't seen any yet but she's never let that get her down before.

She stalks down one of the many hallways, opening doors at random and sticking her head in. None of the rooms contain the person she's looking for though.]

Brother~ Can stop playing ( Read more... )

She sat at a table and embroidered pattern in a piece of fabric. When she got up to fetch new yarn, she was suddenly in a room of the HQ. Anxiously she looked around. The room was dark, except for the moonlight that bathed the room in his cold, white light through a large window. "... Anyone here?" she asked quietly.

She noticed that she was ( Read more... )

Brother?

[There's no reply. Not that she expects one, brother is very shy around her.]

I have made the dress.

[Silence. Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. After all, the groom wasn't supposed to see the bride in her wedding dress before the actual event and brother was good at knowing things like that.]

Am not wearing it though.

[Still nothing ( Read more... )

[In one of the bigger rooms, Ivanna has set up a big table with a nice long red table cloth and it's piled with good delicious food, as well as canapes and other party foods.]

[On a smaller table is a nice big cake to one side (she would have made a pie, but she wants everyone in HQ to have some), and the other side labeled "Presents."]

[Of course ( Read more... )

Poland signed the treaty!

[A very happy-looking teenage Ukraine is waving a piece of paper around, not noticing the change in her surroundings.]

My boss said we could do it even if I didn't believe him...

[ooc: Ukraine from during the Khmelnytsky Uprising (1648-1657), right after the Treaty of Zboriv (1649). She's about 14/15, even if not all of her ( Read more... )