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[kol_shevik]

 [ Russia has been unusually quiet for the past few days around the Braginski household, spending most of his time sitting around smoking or digging seemingly random holes in the haphazard garden, little Laika dog constantly at his heels.

Today, however, he has taken down the shoddy fence around the yard, and he has cut down all of the sunflowers

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[lotuslife]

[Vietnam still feels awkward and horrified as hell about what happened while half the town was affected by hallucinogenic gas, but today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is a time to spend with family and friends. And... Well, for whatever he is to her, Russia is one of the only people she feels even vaguely alright around. It would be wrong not to ask him if he would like to at least view the moon with her tonight.

His words, though, give her pause, and she frowns a bit into the phone, wondering just what to say, and then deciding to smooth over it.]

Are... you well, comrade?

[kol_shevik]

[ He starts to talk, but it fades into an awkward choking sound. ]

[lotuslife]

Y...yes- That-

[just

breathes

nervously]

[kol_shevik]

. . . You are knowing that Russia had a very strange dream? Details are being forgotten now, so Russia is not remembering much.

Actually, is remembering nothing at all.

[lotuslife]

Wh-- what a coincidence. I have been troubled lately with very...

Disturbing...

...dreams too...

[kol_shevik]

Russia is thinking perhaps is because of drinking before sleeping.

So would make suggestion to comrade to not be drinking before the sleeping.

[lotuslife]

Of course.

It was Mayfield's fault.

[kol_shevik]

What was being Mayfield's fault? Russia remembers nothing.

Nothing at all.

[lotuslife]

There are some bruises.

[kol_shevik]

. . . Comrade must have fallen down the stairs.

[lotuslife]

Handprint-shaped ones.

[kol_shevik]

Russia did not knows stairs had hands.

[lotuslife]

Regardless...

[kol_shevik]

Простите.

[lotuslife]

I-it's alright...

[kol_shevik]

W-we did not-- Ah. . .