God Himself Could Not Sink This Ship [Voice]

[insovietme]

[The sound comes on by accident. The computer jostled as Russia moves furniture up against the door. Barricading it against the knives. His sister. His sister. And she'll be here. And he tried to hide before, but then Prussia said something, something with that stupid sneer he always has, and Russia--Russia just wanted to wipe it off. For a moment

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[brotherlyunion]

Brother--

[The doorknob is rattling madly, Russia. There are scratching sounds on the wood and thuds and maybe even the 'shnk' of knives being lodged into the door.]

Brother brother brother! Open door, brother, sister will fix--brother is hurt! Will fix brother and love brother and kill stupid bastard that hurt brother, brother, please, open door!!

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[insovietme]

ACK! My knob!

[He ducks under the desk. As always. Shielding his head. Trying to avoid the knives, and the 'shnks' that go with them. To make himself smaller. That is the goal.]

No, no, no, no, no, go home, go home, I'll be fine, go home, nobody hurt me, I'm fine, no--go home, go home, I'll be here, I'll be fine, really, I'm fine.

[Might be what he says. It's incoherent. Soft. But in Russian.]

[brotherlyunion]

Who hurt brother who hurt you?! Will make them pay brother brother brother!!

[She's clawing and scrabbling at the door, and her nails are ripping and her fingers are bloodied and there are splinters in her skin, but she won't stop. Not until she knows that he's okay. Not until she can help. Because she loves him.]

Am home, am home, home is with brother! Will make better, Да? Will make it all better, Да?! Want to help, will love, stay with brother forever, please brother, BROTHER OPEN THE DOOR!!

[insovietme]

NO!! Nobody hurt me! Nobody hurt me! I'm fine! Don't. I'm fine! Nobody hurt me!

[He shudders, and curls in tighter. Blood. Always there's blood. Always, always with him.]

I won't, I won't, I won't! No, no, no! Stop, stop, please, please, I'm fine, I'm okay like this--NO! Stop!

[brotherlyunion]

Brother--!!

[BANG.

And then the noises stop.]

[insovietme]

[That's not a good sound.]

[brotherlyunion]

[After a painfully long moment of tense silence, there is the soft click of heels walking down the hall, approaching the door - and then it's quiet, again. "Too quiet", if you must.

And suddenly, the wood of the door splinters into tiny pieces as a huge metal pipe smashes through it and leaves a large hole where it hit.]

[insovietme]

[It's a good thing he's still ducking. Under the desk. Under the cabinets. Under everything. Like a coward. But one that isn't---well. Isn't the door frame. He shouts. Loudly. Incoherently. As always.]

MY DOOR! [A breathe. Uneasy. Barely there.] Stop! Stop! Go away! Go away! Go away! Please! Please! Just go! I'll be fine! Go! Go! Please! Please go! Stop!

[brotherlyunion]

[Smash, smash, smash. She's beating away at the door gradually, and finally, it's broken away enough that she can hoist herself up through the hole, even if her hands are full of splinters and the jagged edges of it catch at her dress, at her skin, as she slips into the room.

And immediately, she runs for him.]

Brother--!

[insovietme]

[He flinches. He freezes. He tries to breathe. Can't. Can't do that. He's been crying. Not for the reasons anyone thinks. He can't think. Not right now. Everything's muted and dulled and colorful and bright all at once. Splinters in his eyes. Like the splinters of his door.]

Belarus! Stop! I--I can't. No, no. Stop. Stop! Leave. Leave me alone. I'm. It'll be fine.

[He trembles. And shakes, a little. And he doesn't know what to do, now. Knows that, more than anything. As everything breaks. The way it always does.]

[brotherlyunion]

[She does stop, for a moment. More out of surprise at his appearance than anything, but part of it is the instinct to obey the orders she's given. Still, she's built herself up into such a frenzy that she can't think straight either, and she crosses the room in a few quick strides.

She drops the pipe with a loud clang, kneels in front of him and does not move - and then she reaches forward and wraps her arms around him in an embrace.]

Sister will help, Да? Sister will make better.

[insovietme]

[He freezes. Again. He doesn't know what to do. With his hands, with himself. With anything. He doesn't move. Maybe that's all he can do. Doesn't lean in, can't escape. No way out. This can't be right. Can't be. So he doesn't move. Just freezes. The way he is right now.]

You don't have to. Really. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'll be fine. Really. Please go--

[There was a time, when he could say one of the Baltics did it. Or America. Or England. Or anyone. And everything would be fine. But that was a long time ago.]