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."
"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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