Scarf Napped- Part 2B
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December 31 2010, 15:32:39 UTC
“I-I- d-do not know...! I-I...” He tried to speak, somewhat incoherent through his small gasps of anguish. “I-I h-have lo-lost...!”
“You lost your scarf...?”
“M-my d-dear s-sestra's...I...I-I lost it, Amerika!” Tears ran down the man's round face, although it looked as though this hadn't been the first time since loosing his possession that he had cried like this. His bloodshot eyes proved that much.
“Hey...hey...it'll be okay...” America tried to be as comforting as he could, gently patting Russia's shoulder. “I'm guessing you've checked...” He looked around the room “...everywhere, right? Is the whole house like this...?”
Ivan nodded. “I-I- p-panicked...a-and went i-into a k-kind of...f-frenzy, almost...”
“Ah....well...I guess there's no use checking here...where'd you last put it?”
“It i-is always a-around my neck Amerika, I s-sleep with it o-on...I woke up wi-with it the following d-day and it was gone...” He sniffled, wiping his eyes and nose on the back of his sleeve.
America gave him a look. The maniac, he could suffocate if he did that...! But whatever, they had other things to worry about. “Maybe...maybe it was stolen...”
“I suppose i-it could be possible...” Russia agreed, fiddling with the end of America's jacket. He was so used to fiddling with the ends of his scarf in times where he was feeling nervous that he needed something as a replacement.
America paid no mind to this action. “It could have been anybody! Tons of people don't like you, after all!”
Russia blinked.
Wrong thing to probably have said. “Uh...what I mean is...well...I know it wasn't me, though...”
“Da...” Russia said. “You are too loud and too clumsy to be able to sneak in and steal something I keep so close to me, without being caught, do not worry about any accusations from me...”
“Hey!” America glared at him, tugging the jacket ends out of Russia's grip.
Ivan gave a small squeak, and his bottom lip trembled, looking dangerously like he was about to once again burst into tears. America sighed and let him resume his fiddling. Saying no to a look like that was all kinds of wrong. Like kicking a puppy or purposefully putting those kittens that always seemed to need rescuing from trees up there in the first place.
“Well...I'm sure it'll turn up...I mean, I really see that there's that much to gain from stealing a scarf...”
Russia looked up at him, cocking his head to the side. “Do you not, Amerika...? ...It is my most valued possession...being apart from it is causing me distress...maybe that was the intention of the thief?”
Jeez! Everyone knew that it was Russia's older sister, who Ivan hardly ever got to see who had given him that scarf in the first place! The person who took it must have been pure evil!
“You look angry.”
“I am kinda mad...how are someone do that...!” He looked at Russia. “I know we've had a lot of bullshit happen in our history, but I'd never do something that mean!”
Ivan blinked, his violet eyes staring at him, slightly owlishly. “You...would not...?”
“Hell no! That's just so un-heroic!” He folded his arms, looking irritated. “I'll find the person who stole your scarf and let 'em get what's coming to 'em!”
“Y-you will...?” Ivan stared at him.
“Yeah. Because I'm the he-OH!”
All the wind was knocked out of him at the impact of the man rushing at him, and then it was doubled by Ivan wrapping his arms around Alfred in a bone crushing hug.
“Oh! Amerika! You do not know what this means to me! Spasibo! Bolʹshoe vam spasibo!”
America couldn't respond except for making small movements with his mouth, looking uncannily like a goldfish.
Russia giggled at that, seeming much happier now, despite the situation.
When Alfred could breathe again, he turned to Russia. “Right, well...uh...” He looked around the messy room, hoping to be able to dash out of the house before Ivan would ask him to help clean up. “I'll see you at the next meeting, right?”
He turned to go, but found that he was unable to take a step away to leave. He turned to see that Russia was clinging tightly to America's jacket still.
“You lost your scarf...?”
“M-my d-dear s-sestra's...I...I-I lost it, Amerika!” Tears ran down the man's round face, although it looked as though this hadn't been the first time since loosing his possession that he had cried like this. His bloodshot eyes proved that much.
“Hey...hey...it'll be okay...” America tried to be as comforting as he could, gently patting Russia's shoulder. “I'm guessing you've checked...” He looked around the room “...everywhere, right? Is the whole house like this...?”
Ivan nodded. “I-I- p-panicked...a-and went i-into a k-kind of...f-frenzy, almost...”
“Ah....well...I guess there's no use checking here...where'd you last put it?”
“It i-is always a-around my neck Amerika, I s-sleep with it o-on...I woke up wi-with it the following d-day and it was gone...” He sniffled, wiping his eyes and nose on the back of his sleeve.
America gave him a look. The maniac, he could suffocate if he did that...! But whatever, they had other things to worry about. “Maybe...maybe it was stolen...”
“I suppose i-it could be possible...” Russia agreed, fiddling with the end of America's jacket. He was so used to fiddling with the ends of his scarf in times where he was feeling nervous that he needed something as a replacement.
America paid no mind to this action. “It could have been anybody! Tons of people don't like you, after all!”
Russia blinked.
Wrong thing to probably have said. “Uh...what I mean is...well...I know it wasn't me, though...”
“Da...” Russia said. “You are too loud and too clumsy to be able to sneak in and steal something I keep so close to me, without being caught, do not worry about any accusations from me...”
“Hey!” America glared at him, tugging the jacket ends out of Russia's grip.
Ivan gave a small squeak, and his bottom lip trembled, looking dangerously like he was about to once again burst into tears. America sighed and let him resume his fiddling. Saying no to a look like that was all kinds of wrong. Like kicking a puppy or purposefully putting those kittens that always seemed to need rescuing from trees up there in the first place.
“Well...I'm sure it'll turn up...I mean, I really see that there's that much to gain from stealing a scarf...”
Russia looked up at him, cocking his head to the side. “Do you not, Amerika...? ...It is my most valued possession...being apart from it is causing me distress...maybe that was the intention of the thief?”
Jeez! Everyone knew that it was Russia's older sister, who Ivan hardly ever got to see who had given him that scarf in the first place! The person who took it must have been pure evil!
“You look angry.”
“I am kinda mad...how are someone do that...!” He looked at Russia. “I know we've had a lot of bullshit happen in our history, but I'd never do something that mean!”
Ivan blinked, his violet eyes staring at him, slightly owlishly. “You...would not...?”
“Hell no! That's just so un-heroic!” He folded his arms, looking irritated. “I'll find the person who stole your scarf and let 'em get what's coming to 'em!”
“Y-you will...?” Ivan stared at him.
“Yeah. Because I'm the he-OH!”
All the wind was knocked out of him at the impact of the man rushing at him, and then it was doubled by Ivan wrapping his arms around Alfred in a bone crushing hug.
“Oh! Amerika! You do not know what this means to me! Spasibo! Bolʹshoe vam spasibo!”
America couldn't respond except for making small movements with his mouth, looking uncannily like a goldfish.
Russia giggled at that, seeming much happier now, despite the situation.
When Alfred could breathe again, he turned to Russia. “Right, well...uh...” He looked around the messy room, hoping to be able to dash out of the house before Ivan would ask him to help clean up. “I'll see you at the next meeting, right?”
He turned to go, but found that he was unable to take a step away to leave. He turned to see that Russia was clinging tightly to America's jacket still.
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