Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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"Of course there are failsafes," Canada said, standing up and approaching cautiously - like a terrified animal, Russia shrank back and Canada stopped. "There are failsafes," he repeated, insisting. "Trust me."
Wrong thing to say, he thought, because although Russia's breaths steadied and he calmed down, he glowered and crossed his arms over his chest. "It has been a long time since I have heard that," he spat.
Snapping: "I really don't think you've any right to comment."
With a sneer: "Maybe if you'd trusted me then we wouldn't have taken things where we took them."
In ire: "You're the one who broke up with me, ya goddamn hoser!"
... but in the end Canada said none of these. With the blankest look he could muster, he simply dropped his gaze and turned away from Russia; and there they stood in stony silence at opposite sides of the elevator cabin for a full minute until the Norwegian hotel staff buzzed in.
"Hello?" a voice called from the intercom. "Are you alright in there? We don't have access to the security cameras! How many are there?"
"Two of us," Canada said. "How long will it be until power is restored and we can get out of here?"
"Krrrkt -" And then there was silence as the intercom disconnected. Canada waited patiently for their return. "It should be ... maybe thirty minutes. Possibly an hour? I apologise that it can't be sooner. We're having difficulty with the technical systems."
"Allow me to guess, everything is connected through a main fuse box?" Russia muttered.
The personnel on the other side neither confirmed nor denied it. "We'll keep you updated on the situation," they said, before the disconnect was heard again.
"Great," Canada spat, "you went and pissed them off. I could've had them tell someone where the hell I was! D'you know I'm over -" he checked his watch - "two and a half hours late for a meeting now?"
"This is my fault? You are still so late for everything!" Russia crowed. "You never do set your watch on time. I am consistently surprised you can read it at all."
"Oh that's rich," he retorted, stepping forward. "Says the man who, when he wasn't standing me up, would saunter in to the restaurant anywhere from ten minutes to a full hour behind schedule."
Russia returned volley with a few paces of his own. "It's not easy avoiding your brother, who seems to think it is his priority to keep his sticky fingers in every pie! It took me sometimes thirty minutes to avoid the CIA tail back then! Because of course, unlike Canada I am not so perfectly fine with America being aware of my every move."
"Please. America couldn't care less about where I am. As long as I'm on his side he's happy to shift me to the back-burner of his mind and forget I exist."
They were inches apart, Canada bristling with his shoulders tight and Russia glaring and breathing hard down his neck. The last time they'd been so close - well, it was the late seventies, and the chemistry between them was radically different. Unfortunate how things had changed between them and without any word from Russia since - bastard just put him on ignore, like they hadn't meant anything to him, and god how that had stung - it appeared that tensions had simply frozen in time.
They stayed a moment like that until Canada grew tired of keeping his face fixed in a snarl and relaxed with a sigh. "After all these years, you still have that magical ability to rile me up so effortlessly. No wonder we didn't work."
"I thought we were good while we lasted," Russia murmured.
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