Wrest Bittersweet Compliance (1/4)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 06:00:29 UTC
"I will call this meeting to order," Switzerland announced, sitting forward in his high-backed chair with two assault rifles slung across his back. He looked at the other six nations in the room with a suspicious eye. "Anyone got a problem with that?"
The room wasn't particularly large, but it felt as if it needed to be larger despite only being occupied by seven nations. England resisted the urge to scoot his chair back from America, who was radiating battle aura. America, England, and West Germany sat on one side of the table; on the other, the Russian Federation, the Ukrainian SSR, and the Byelorussian SSR (as they were now called.) Nobody actually referred to them by their new official names, of course, just as none of the nations called England 'United Kingdom' (he would have been uncomfortable with that, anyway, even if his brothers were jerks). Ukraine refused to look up from her hands, her elbows locked in so tight that her considerable, ah, assets were pushed up. Belarus was the picture of cold beauty, her chin held high as she surveyed the other three nations with a critical stare. And Russia ...
The Russian Federation had locked eyes with America immediately following his entrance and had not yet looked away. "I am fine with the meeting starting," Russia said.
"I second the motion," West Germany said.
"Then we've started." Switzerland said. "The matter at hand is whether or not the United Soviet Socialist Republic should have more than three voices in these United Nations."
"Yes, of course," Russia said, still not taking his eyes off America. "It is only natural that all of my republics have the right to speak here."
"Yeah?" America snapped, unsurprisingly chomping at the bit and raring for a fight. "Well if all eighteen of your clones get a voice, then so should all 48 of my states!"
West Germany threw America a startled look, as did England. "What?" he hissed, before remembering that as idiotic as he thought America's suggestion was, he was ultimately on America's side.
Like America, England was ... uncomfortable with the nature of Russia's new 'family'. The socialist-communist message was subversive and concerning, reminding him uncomfortably of the rabble that had turned France into a wreck for years before Napoleon stepped in. When Russia had collapsed in on himself during the first World War, he had torn himself apart from the inside, and what emerged was something not at all reassuring.
Russia smiled. That smile had always been frosty, but England remembered when it was calculating. Now, it was strangely childlike - if the child had nuclear arms and thought everyone around him looked like great places to try out his new arsenal on.
"You are a single nation with 48 parts. I am 18 nations that have joined together as comrades," Russia said, smiling. "It doesn't make sense for your states to have voices on an international scale. States are not countries."
Re: Wrest Bittersweet Compliance (2/4)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 06:01:57 UTC
"Could be," America countered. "What have your countries got that my states don't? They have governments, and societies, and - oh, wait, political rights, that's one-upping you, isn't it?"
"Don't speak to my brother that way," Belarus snarled, grabbing the edge of the table.
"They have political rights," Russia said with an uneasy glance at his sister. "Don't you, Ukrainian SSR?"
England cringed. Russia called his own sisters by their full legal names ...?
"Y-yes," Ukraine said to the table. "I h-have my own government."
"And you, Beylarussian?"
"I'd be fine without one if you would have me, brother, but of course." Belarus fluttered her eyelashes at Russia and gave England in particular a glare. What did I do? England wondered with a scowl.
"See? We are all consenting countries." Russia sits forward, almost nose-to-nose with America. "And is it not you who is always shouting about equal rights and representation? Do you seek to limit my representation?"
America scowled. "Three is enough!" he said, but without the same amount of conviction as before.
England smacked his forehead against his palm. "Russia, I'm sure you can understand our concern, since you continue to keep East at your house against his will ..."
"That is only Berlin. It is confusing, splitting a city down the middle. Families are hurt. That is why you should give the whole city to me," Russia said, his eyes going to West Germany.
Germany's lips thinned. "Return my brother," he said in an even, controlled tone that impressed England.
"Should he want to return, he will vote in such a way. Yes, America, we even have elections," Russia mocked, and America bared his teeth.
"Back on topic," Switzerland snapped.
"Ah, yes." Russia put a hand to his chin. "Well, it is such a shame America will not let us have all our voices. You see, I had brought along a friend of yours in anticipation you could sit at this table as equals, but you won't even give him that much ..."
America raised a quizzical eyebrow. "I'm not friends with any of your socialist regimes," he said, but Russia snapped his fingers calmly and the door opened.
"This is a private session!" Switzerland started, but even he hesitated upon seeing who was at the door.
Lithuania scooted sideways through the half-open door and shut it behind himself; he had six binders and several notebooks worth of paper sandwiched between one arm and his chest. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, his eyes flickering to America and then to Russia. "Um ..."
"This is my secretary," Russia explained cheerfully to a nonplussed Switzerland. "Lithuania Soviet. I apologize for the interruption myself but I require my notes to make a good argument. Come, Litovskaya Sovet." He beckoned with his whole hand as to a friend.
Lithuania hazarded a quick smile at the three capitalist nations and crossed to Russia's side of the table. England watched incredulously as the nation juggled the stack of notebooks to get at the ones Russia apparently wanted. "Sorry, sorry ..."
"Do not be sorry, Litva, but rather more quick," Russia suggested, his hand held out expectantly until Lithuania finally managed to place a binder there. Lithuania rapidly backed up until his spine hit the wall, and he froze; his gaze darted towards England, America, and West, color rising in his cheeks, until he looked down just to escape their stares.
England glanced at America for his reaction; the young nation had gone somewhat pale, his eyebrows raised and his mouth down-turned.
Switzerland cleared his throat. "I regret to say this, but Lithuania, your opinion is not to be considered here ..."
Lithuania looked up. "It's all--"
"If America will not hear him, then I am afraid he will not be heard," Russia interrupted.
"Hey, I didn't say ..." America started to protest, scowling.
"He is one of the 15 voices you are here to deny, yes?" Russia asked, eyes wide and innocent. "Since he is part of me."
Wrest Bittersweet Compliance (3/4)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 06:07:36 UTC
Lithuania cringed. England tried to stop staring incredulously at the debased nation, but it was almost impossible. To bring along a country as a secretary was unheard of in this day and age: even America and England had their quiet little holdings, but they would never do such a thing to their personifications. Russia was insane, but not entirely guileless, and this was a very clever method to crumble America's resolve. England glanced at West's impassive face and decided he was just glad Russia hadn't brought East along before he hated himself for thinking such a thing.
"This isn't the same thing at all," America was protesting. "You're holding Lithuania against his will! That's occupation, not - not a voice--!"
"Oh, am I?" Russia asked. He glanced back at Lithuania, who jerked his shoulders up but said nothing. Russia opened the binder Lithuania had handed him. "As you will see here, Lithuania and his brothers all voted in Supreme Soviet governments of their own accord. Here are the numbers ..."
England, West, and America all crowded around the binder; America began frantically flipping through the reams of spreadsheets and numbers, but everything seemed completely in order. By all appearances, the Baltic nations were legally part of the Soviet Socialist Republic.
"You have a typo here," Germany couldn't seem to resist pointing out.
"Ah, so I do ..." Russia looked on, uncapping a pen to fix the error.
England looked past Russia at Lithuania again; the other nation did not look up, studying his shoes with such intensity that England felt sick to his stomach. A hand came up to block England's vision and he glanced at Ukraine, who was waving her hand slightly, shaking her head, and biting her lip. The moment Russia sat back up she dropped her hands into her lap again.
"Well, that was a bunch of Soviet lies," America spat.
"Believe what you want. Fortunately for me, it is not your legal opinion that matters," Russia chirped. He pushed the binder towards Switzerland, who perused it with his usual thorough attitude.
"Yeah, pal? Well I've got bad news for you," America said. "I'm the reason there is a United Nations! And I don't believe for a second Lithuania wanted to join up with you!"
Switzerland looked up from the binder. "We're getting off-topic again," he said warningly, but America would not be dissuaded.
"No, I think this is completely on topic! As long as we're talking about the right of nations to be heard, don't you think we should hear whether or not Lithuania joined the USSR on his own?" America demanded. "Come on, Lithuania, you can tell us!"
Switzerland furrowed his brow and England felt his heart sinking in his chest. Beyond Russia Lithuania was looking increasingly as if he wanted to be anywhere else. "America," England said, "Lithuania's voice isn't to be heard in this meeting."
"That is what you wanted, yes?" Russia goaded.
America's face twisted into a cross between scowl and a wistful look. "I want to know what Lithuania thinks," he protests.
"If you wish to hear that, then you must let him sit on the UN," Russia says gleefully.
England could feel America's resolve crumbling. Switzerland looked increasingly murderous; England could relate. He stared at Belarus' hands instead of staring at Lithuania, pretty porcelain things they were. She had always been beautiful, he reflected. "America," he said softly. "Lithuania will have to--"
But Russia had decided to raise the stakes, apparently. "All this serious talk is making me tense," he said. "Lithuania Soviet, if you would be so kind ..."
Wrest Bittersweet Compliance (4/4)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 06:08:35 UTC
Lithuania blanched; England could count on one hand the number of times he'd actually seen someone drain of color like that. His gaze darted about the room as if looking for exits before he crouched, put down all of Russia's binders and notebooks, and straightened to stand behind Russia's chair. "Yes, Russia Toravishch," he said in a low voice, before starting to massage Russia's shoulders.
"Ah, yes, that is perfect. Your hands are like perfection," Russia said blissfully. Lithuania went paler than before.
"I could have done that for you, brother," Belarus protested, giving Lithuania a murderous glare. Lithuania flinched away with a rueful smile, his gaze flickering over England, America, West, and Switzerland, before he his his face behind his hair. The only hint of his emotional state was the set of his jaw: tight and braced.
"This is obscene," West said after perhaps 15 seconds of stunned silence. "Switzerland ..."
"You can't do that!" America exploded.
"I cannot do what? Receive a massage from a comrade?" Russia asked, opening one eye.
"You just - Lithuania, back off him and I'll give Russia a 'massage'," America snarled.
"I propose we adjourn!" England shouted over America, disgusted by how this meeting had completely degenerated.
"I second!" That actually caused everyone to pause and stare at Ukraine, who dropped her hand again and stared at her knees. "Brother," she murmured, "Please stop ..."
Russia blinked once, slowly, then waved his hand. Lithuania shot backwards as if from a gun, rubbing his fingers up and down his uniform as if to rid himself of the feel of Russia. Russia looked back to America. "I hope you will think of Lithuania when you think of your precious voting rights."
America looked stricken.
"Motion to adjourn has been seconded," Switzerland said stiffly. "Adjourned."
England sighed his relief, sick to his stomach. West averted his eyes as Lithuania, shoulders hunched, trailed Belarus out of the room, followed closely by Russia.
"I won't believe Lithuania went to Russia again because he wanted to, not for a second," America hissed.
West cleared his throat. "But to see our friends who Russia has taken away into his home again ... it is tempting."
"There's got to be another way," America said. "And I'll find it. No matter what, I'll find it!"
England looked at the eyes of the nation who had told him, "I'm independent!" when he didn't have a single thing to back his claim. "For once, I hope you do," England said.
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this takes place in 1945 or thereabouts.
so America's argument that if the USSR got to have all of its countries represented in the UN meant that America could have all 48 of its states represented in the UN actually happened. In the end the USSR got three seats and the US couldn't pick which two states it wanted representing itself, so the US stuck with one seat.
So it was fun to have America pitted against his own desire to help people. Russia did not come off as childlike as I wanted. Instead he's a devious bastard. Wow I suck.
The room wasn't particularly large, but it felt as if it needed to be larger despite only being occupied by seven nations. England resisted the urge to scoot his chair back from America, who was radiating battle aura. America, England, and West Germany sat on one side of the table; on the other, the Russian Federation, the Ukrainian SSR, and the Byelorussian SSR (as they were now called.) Nobody actually referred to them by their new official names, of course, just as none of the nations called England 'United Kingdom' (he would have been uncomfortable with that, anyway, even if his brothers were jerks). Ukraine refused to look up from her hands, her elbows locked in so tight that her considerable, ah, assets were pushed up. Belarus was the picture of cold beauty, her chin held high as she surveyed the other three nations with a critical stare. And Russia ...
The Russian Federation had locked eyes with America immediately following his entrance and had not yet looked away. "I am fine with the meeting starting," Russia said.
"I second the motion," West Germany said.
"Then we've started." Switzerland said. "The matter at hand is whether or not the United Soviet Socialist Republic should have more than three voices in these United Nations."
"Yes, of course," Russia said, still not taking his eyes off America. "It is only natural that all of my republics have the right to speak here."
"Yeah?" America snapped, unsurprisingly chomping at the bit and raring for a fight. "Well if all eighteen of your clones get a voice, then so should all 48 of my states!"
West Germany threw America a startled look, as did England. "What?" he hissed, before remembering that as idiotic as he thought America's suggestion was, he was ultimately on America's side.
Like America, England was ... uncomfortable with the nature of Russia's new 'family'. The socialist-communist message was subversive and concerning, reminding him uncomfortably of the rabble that had turned France into a wreck for years before Napoleon stepped in. When Russia had collapsed in on himself during the first World War, he had torn himself apart from the inside, and what emerged was something not at all reassuring.
Russia smiled. That smile had always been frosty, but England remembered when it was calculating. Now, it was strangely childlike - if the child had nuclear arms and thought everyone around him looked like great places to try out his new arsenal on.
"You are a single nation with 48 parts. I am 18 nations that have joined together as comrades," Russia said, smiling. "It doesn't make sense for your states to have voices on an international scale. States are not countries."
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"Don't speak to my brother that way," Belarus snarled, grabbing the edge of the table.
"They have political rights," Russia said with an uneasy glance at his sister. "Don't you, Ukrainian SSR?"
England cringed. Russia called his own sisters by their full legal names ...?
"Y-yes," Ukraine said to the table. "I h-have my own government."
"And you, Beylarussian?"
"I'd be fine without one if you would have me, brother, but of course." Belarus fluttered her eyelashes at Russia and gave England in particular a glare. What did I do? England wondered with a scowl.
"See? We are all consenting countries." Russia sits forward, almost nose-to-nose with America. "And is it not you who is always shouting about equal rights and representation? Do you seek to limit my representation?"
America scowled. "Three is enough!" he said, but without the same amount of conviction as before.
England smacked his forehead against his palm. "Russia, I'm sure you can understand our concern, since you continue to keep East at your house against his will ..."
"That is only Berlin. It is confusing, splitting a city down the middle. Families are hurt. That is why you should give the whole city to me," Russia said, his eyes going to West Germany.
Germany's lips thinned. "Return my brother," he said in an even, controlled tone that impressed England.
"Should he want to return, he will vote in such a way. Yes, America, we even have elections," Russia mocked, and America bared his teeth.
"Back on topic," Switzerland snapped.
"Ah, yes." Russia put a hand to his chin. "Well, it is such a shame America will not let us have all our voices. You see, I had brought along a friend of yours in anticipation you could sit at this table as equals, but you won't even give him that much ..."
America raised a quizzical eyebrow. "I'm not friends with any of your socialist regimes," he said, but Russia snapped his fingers calmly and the door opened.
"This is a private session!" Switzerland started, but even he hesitated upon seeing who was at the door.
Lithuania scooted sideways through the half-open door and shut it behind himself; he had six binders and several notebooks worth of paper sandwiched between one arm and his chest. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, his eyes flickering to America and then to Russia. "Um ..."
"This is my secretary," Russia explained cheerfully to a nonplussed Switzerland. "Lithuania Soviet. I apologize for the interruption myself but I require my notes to make a good argument. Come, Litovskaya Sovet." He beckoned with his whole hand as to a friend.
Lithuania hazarded a quick smile at the three capitalist nations and crossed to Russia's side of the table. England watched incredulously as the nation juggled the stack of notebooks to get at the ones Russia apparently wanted. "Sorry, sorry ..."
"Do not be sorry, Litva, but rather more quick," Russia suggested, his hand held out expectantly until Lithuania finally managed to place a binder there. Lithuania rapidly backed up until his spine hit the wall, and he froze; his gaze darted towards England, America, and West, color rising in his cheeks, until he looked down just to escape their stares.
England glanced at America for his reaction; the young nation had gone somewhat pale, his eyebrows raised and his mouth down-turned.
Switzerland cleared his throat. "I regret to say this, but Lithuania, your opinion is not to be considered here ..."
Lithuania looked up. "It's all--"
"If America will not hear him, then I am afraid he will not be heard," Russia interrupted.
"Hey, I didn't say ..." America started to protest, scowling.
"He is one of the 15 voices you are here to deny, yes?" Russia asked, eyes wide and innocent. "Since he is part of me."
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"This isn't the same thing at all," America was protesting. "You're holding Lithuania against his will! That's occupation, not - not a voice--!"
"Oh, am I?" Russia asked. He glanced back at Lithuania, who jerked his shoulders up but said nothing. Russia opened the binder Lithuania had handed him. "As you will see here, Lithuania and his brothers all voted in Supreme Soviet governments of their own accord. Here are the numbers ..."
England, West, and America all crowded around the binder; America began frantically flipping through the reams of spreadsheets and numbers, but everything seemed completely in order. By all appearances, the Baltic nations were legally part of the Soviet Socialist Republic.
"You have a typo here," Germany couldn't seem to resist pointing out.
"Ah, so I do ..." Russia looked on, uncapping a pen to fix the error.
England looked past Russia at Lithuania again; the other nation did not look up, studying his shoes with such intensity that England felt sick to his stomach. A hand came up to block England's vision and he glanced at Ukraine, who was waving her hand slightly, shaking her head, and biting her lip. The moment Russia sat back up she dropped her hands into her lap again.
"Well, that was a bunch of Soviet lies," America spat.
"Believe what you want. Fortunately for me, it is not your legal opinion that matters," Russia chirped. He pushed the binder towards Switzerland, who perused it with his usual thorough attitude.
"Yeah, pal? Well I've got bad news for you," America said. "I'm the reason there is a United Nations! And I don't believe for a second Lithuania wanted to join up with you!"
Switzerland looked up from the binder. "We're getting off-topic again," he said warningly, but America would not be dissuaded.
"No, I think this is completely on topic! As long as we're talking about the right of nations to be heard, don't you think we should hear whether or not Lithuania joined the USSR on his own?" America demanded. "Come on, Lithuania, you can tell us!"
Switzerland furrowed his brow and England felt his heart sinking in his chest. Beyond Russia Lithuania was looking increasingly as if he wanted to be anywhere else. "America," England said, "Lithuania's voice isn't to be heard in this meeting."
"That is what you wanted, yes?" Russia goaded.
America's face twisted into a cross between scowl and a wistful look. "I want to know what Lithuania thinks," he protests.
"If you wish to hear that, then you must let him sit on the UN," Russia says gleefully.
England could feel America's resolve crumbling. Switzerland looked increasingly murderous; England could relate. He stared at Belarus' hands instead of staring at Lithuania, pretty porcelain things they were. She had always been beautiful, he reflected. "America," he said softly. "Lithuania will have to--"
But Russia had decided to raise the stakes, apparently. "All this serious talk is making me tense," he said. "Lithuania Soviet, if you would be so kind ..."
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"Ah, yes, that is perfect. Your hands are like perfection," Russia said blissfully. Lithuania went paler than before.
"I could have done that for you, brother," Belarus protested, giving Lithuania a murderous glare. Lithuania flinched away with a rueful smile, his gaze flickering over England, America, West, and Switzerland, before he his his face behind his hair. The only hint of his emotional state was the set of his jaw: tight and braced.
"This is obscene," West said after perhaps 15 seconds of stunned silence. "Switzerland ..."
"You can't do that!" America exploded.
"I cannot do what? Receive a massage from a comrade?" Russia asked, opening one eye.
"You just - Lithuania, back off him and I'll give Russia a 'massage'," America snarled.
"I propose we adjourn!" England shouted over America, disgusted by how this meeting had completely degenerated.
"I second!" That actually caused everyone to pause and stare at Ukraine, who dropped her hand again and stared at her knees. "Brother," she murmured, "Please stop ..."
Russia blinked once, slowly, then waved his hand. Lithuania shot backwards as if from a gun, rubbing his fingers up and down his uniform as if to rid himself of the feel of Russia. Russia looked back to America. "I hope you will think of Lithuania when you think of your precious voting rights."
America looked stricken.
"Motion to adjourn has been seconded," Switzerland said stiffly. "Adjourned."
England sighed his relief, sick to his stomach. West averted his eyes as Lithuania, shoulders hunched, trailed Belarus out of the room, followed closely by Russia.
"I won't believe Lithuania went to Russia again because he wanted to, not for a second," America hissed.
West cleared his throat. "But to see our friends who Russia has taken away into his home again ... it is tempting."
"There's got to be another way," America said. "And I'll find it. No matter what, I'll find it!"
England looked at the eyes of the nation who had told him, "I'm independent!" when he didn't have a single thing to back his claim. "For once, I hope you do," England said.
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this takes place in 1945 or thereabouts.
so America's argument that if the USSR got to have all of its countries represented in the UN meant that America could have all 48 of its states represented in the UN actually happened. In the end the USSR got three seats and the US couldn't pick which two states it wanted representing itself, so the US stuck with one seat.
So it was fun to have America pitted against his own desire to help people. Russia did not come off as childlike as I wanted. Instead he's a devious bastard. Wow I suck.
Anyway, thanks for reading! bedtime is now
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*reads notes* That ridiculous argument actually happened?!?! *facepalm*
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I don't plan on having children so I can't offer you my first born. Will you take a kidney instead?
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