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[kol_shevik]

[ The radio is silent, but Russia still keeps his hands clamped over his ears - shouting into the phone in a fever pitch. ]

Why will the song not stop playing? The sound won't stop playing in Russia's head.

Make it stop playing.

Said to make it stop.

Russia said make it stop!

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[bawlingforsoup]

M-Mister Russia...

[kol_shevik]

Is not as if little Latvia could make it on own.

[bawlingforsoup]

A-At least I'm not m-making a scene over t-the p-phone line.

...Y-You're supposed to be Russia. T-The biggest country in the w-world. Act like i-it.

[kol_shevik]

Russia can act however Russia wants since Russia is gone.

[bawlingforsoup]

You're not gone.

[kol_shevik]

Latvia would be gone too.

[bawlingforsoup]

No one would notice.

Mister Russia, if you were really gone, would we even be talking? Isn't that proof enough?

[kol_shevik]

Then they are liars. Filthy liars who have no right to touch Russia's things.

[bawlingforsoup]

No one is gone. Not you, not me, no one. We're still here.

[For a moment, he can't believe he's giving Russia--Russia--a pep talk. Briefly, he wonders even why he's doing it.]

We're still kicking.

[kol_shevik]

[He seems to be calming down for a moment before he winds himself up again - this time in anger.]

Russia needs to be there. Needs to be home.

[bawlingforsoup]

...I know. But Mister Russia, just be patient. We'll get to go home someday, promise. You need to calm down, okay? Do me a favor and calm down--Take deep, slow breaths. It's not going to do you any good to get riled up, you know.

[kol_shevik]

. . . Why are you speaking like this?