Scarf Napped- Part 1A
anonymous
December 31 2010, 13:11:49 UTC
Russia hadn't been seen at the last meeting. Or the one before that. In fact, since no one really bothered, or were to scared to ever approach the barren wasteland the man called his home, no one knew where he was or why he wasn't where he should have been.
On top of that no one really seemed to care all that much. In fact, the atmosphere was always a lot lighter without him around. Not that anything got done at the meetings as per usual, since there were still disputes between nations that would never die down, but the air was noticeably a lot less tense.
The Baltics seemed to be more lax, Poland was very pleased that there was no one bothering Lithuania, especially. In fact, most of Europe, and some parts of Asia (mostly China and Japan that had had dealings with the Russian in the past) seemed to be in a better mood.
No one spared a thought of going to check on him, to see if he would be attending the next meeting or not...
Until, that was, Belarus had her say in the matter. She came into the boardroom one morning, scowling at everyone and everything, giving those who so much as glanced in her direction the deadliest of glares. It would have been best if she had been left alone...
But, of course, Lithuania, being forever oblivious to the banshee that Belarus truly was, walked up to her, and pleasantly wished her a good morning.
It had seemed, that had been the straw that had broken the camels back, and she began her ranting, screeching at the top of her voice.
“WHY ISN'T BROTHER HERE?!”
Every nation in the room turned to her, looking shocked.
“Where is he? Where IS HE?! He hasn't been at a meeting, which are the only times I ever get to see him since he is always too busy with work to make time for his little sister!”
Latvia opened his mouth, probably to remark that this fact was untrue, that Russia was just terrified of her and was making excuses, but Estonia promptly covered his mouth to shut him up.
“Miss Belarus...” Lithuania said quietly, not looking at all nervous, in fact, he looked sympathetic “Mr Russia is probably jus--”
“Do YOU know where he is?! Are you keeping him from me?! You're hiding him because you want him all to yourself, don't you?!” In a flash, she pulled a knife from under her dress, strapped to her leg by a garter, and pointed it at his throat. “I should have known...you were always his favourite.”
“Liet, like, come here...” Poland cut in, dragging Lithuania away from him since it seemed as though the nation was unlikely to move, not out of fear, but out of his stubborn belief that the poor girl just needed someone to listen to her woes.
“Hey, Belarus!”
She turned to the source of the voice, still looking half deranged, the effect enhanced by the sharp object in her hand.
“Can I ask'ya not to point knives at my friends?” America said, striking the most heroic (and totally not afraid of the crazy bitch with the knife) pose he could muster. “Now, tell the hero what's up with your brother and we'll sit you down...and maybe you could put the knife down, too.”
Her glare didn't leave her face. “Why should I tell you, you filthy Capitalist?”
“Because...!” He gave her a pearly white Hollywood grin “I'm the hero! And I'm gonna solve this whole problem out!”
On top of that no one really seemed to care all that much. In fact, the atmosphere was always a lot lighter without him around. Not that anything got done at the meetings as per usual, since there were still disputes between nations that would never die down, but the air was noticeably a lot less tense.
The Baltics seemed to be more lax, Poland was very pleased that there was no one bothering Lithuania, especially. In fact, most of Europe, and some parts of Asia (mostly China and Japan that had had dealings with the Russian in the past) seemed to be in a better mood.
No one spared a thought of going to check on him, to see if he would be attending the next meeting or not...
Until, that was, Belarus had her say in the matter. She came into the boardroom one morning, scowling at everyone and everything, giving those who so much as glanced in her direction the deadliest of glares. It would have been best if she had been left alone...
But, of course, Lithuania, being forever oblivious to the banshee that Belarus truly was, walked up to her, and pleasantly wished her a good morning.
It had seemed, that had been the straw that had broken the camels back, and she began her ranting, screeching at the top of her voice.
“WHY ISN'T BROTHER HERE?!”
Every nation in the room turned to her, looking shocked.
“Where is he? Where IS HE?! He hasn't been at a meeting, which are the only times I ever get to see him since he is always too busy with work to make time for his little sister!”
Latvia opened his mouth, probably to remark that this fact was untrue, that Russia was just terrified of her and was making excuses, but Estonia promptly covered his mouth to shut him up.
“Miss Belarus...” Lithuania said quietly, not looking at all nervous, in fact, he looked sympathetic “Mr Russia is probably jus--”
“Do YOU know where he is?! Are you keeping him from me?! You're hiding him because you want him all to yourself, don't you?!” In a flash, she pulled a knife from under her dress, strapped to her leg by a garter, and pointed it at his throat. “I should have known...you were always his favourite.”
“Liet, like, come here...” Poland cut in, dragging Lithuania away from him since it seemed as though the nation was unlikely to move, not out of fear, but out of his stubborn belief that the poor girl just needed someone to listen to her woes.
“Hey, Belarus!”
She turned to the source of the voice, still looking half deranged, the effect enhanced by the sharp object in her hand.
“Can I ask'ya not to point knives at my friends?” America said, striking the most heroic (and totally not afraid of the crazy bitch with the knife) pose he could muster. “Now, tell the hero what's up with your brother and we'll sit you down...and maybe you could put the knife down, too.”
Her glare didn't leave her face. “Why should I tell you, you filthy Capitalist?”
“Because...!” He gave her a pearly white Hollywood grin “I'm the hero! And I'm gonna solve this whole problem out!”
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