[obligatory drunken antics post;]

[kol_shevik]

[ Over the course of the afternoon, Russia has called you, your neighbor, and your mother's sister's dog. 20 times each. Then ten more times just to make sure. Half of the messages are simply heavy breathing.

Five minutes of heavy breathing into the phone. On your answering machine. Now that he's drunk enough to completely knock out his

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[oh_deer_me]

What is a "Russia"?

[kol_shevik]

[A brief pause.]

A Russia is a Russia. A me.

[oh_deer_me]

Oh, I see! I'm a Giselle! It's very nice to meet you.

[kol_shevik]

A Giselle is listening to Russia, Да?

[oh_deer_me]

Oh, of course. If any Russias have a problem, I'd be more than happy to listen.

[kol_shevik]

Even Russias who are accidentally losing track of their little tiny comrades?

[oh_deer_me]

Ohh... Have you lost your animal friends?

[kol_shevik]

They are bad dogs, who are slipping out of their collars and running away. Perhaps Russia should be trying cats.

[oh_deer_me]

Oh, why would you collar your friends? Cats and dogs do so love to be free, I think... Though my friends are mostly bluebirds and deer and skunks and other forest creatures.

[kol_shevik]

Russia's friends are all very little things that shake! They are very cute.

[oh_deer_me]

Do they also sing and dance?

[kol_shevik]

Ah~! Sometimes, if Russia is telling them to! Perhaps would make Russia feel better to see little Latvia do a dance.

[oh_deer_me]

Oh! What songs do you sing?

I so do enjoy songs about working! Or love! Or cooperation.

[kol_shevik]

Russia enjoys State Approved Songs about the plight of the worker or the Great Glory of Our Free Motherland! And sometimes Elvis.

[oh_deer_me]

I enjoy songs, too!

Let's sing a song together.

[kol_shevik]

Comrade China never liked Russia's singing.