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[spiritsmoking]

[guess what, dear residents of Mitchell Road? there's another drone burning going on. that's right. another one. this time, however, the figure running down the street ablaze might just be the slightest bit more familiar than the last, if nothing else then by his sheer size alone

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[armywithcountry]

[I-is that Russia.

on fire

LAUGHING SO HARD HE MIGHT BE SICK this is the best day ever]

[spiritsmoking]

[WHY YES

YES IT IS

his torso is turning a nice, charred black by now, but of course the drone is still going because that's just what they do.

and in fact, he's running right towards you, Prussia.

and oh hey Kanna just misfired (totally, it wasn't on purpose or anything, not at all) by about three feet and there's now a bottle of vodka flying at your head.

DODGE/DUCK/DIP/DIVE/DODGE?]

[armywithcountry]

[PUNCHES RUSSIA IN THE FAT CHEST. Yeah, the flames hurt a little, but he gets to punch a Russia on fire, he's not about to pass up this once-in-a-lifetime (or once daily, if Prussia gets his way) opportunity. He's gotten his countryness back, so the drone flies pretty far, even with the extra timezones.

Thanks to him moving into the punch, the bottle hits his shoulder instead of his head. He's too busy laughing his ass off to notice, though.]

Oh man, that was fucking awesome!

[spiritsmoking]

[and as soon as Russia is sent flying, Kanna's throwing another bottle of vodka at Prussia, once again aimed at his head - though there's considerably more forced behind the throw this time, so it might be a bit faster than the last one.]

What the hell! [she glances back briefly to see if the Drone was about to get up any time soon before returning her sight to the albino, scowling.]

I am trying to fucking watch that thing burn, SO DON'T GET IN MY GODDAMN WAY!!

[armywithcountry]

[Direct hit! Prussia shakes the vodka and glass shards out of his hair, bleeding a little, before scowling at Kanna.]

The fuck is your problem?! He's still burning, isn't he? Don't horde all the fun to yourself, that's lame!

[spiritsmoking]

This isn't about fun, you bastard, so shut the HELL up!

[she pauses to glare some very nice and sharp daggers at him, before turning on her heel and beginning to make her way back over to the drone, all while doing her best to not actually look at it's face.]

Fuck off. I don't have the patience to deal with idiots like you.

[armywithcountry]

There another reason you're burning that fatass's drone, then?

[Pause. He'd been assuming Russia was a drone, since the guy's not exactly weak enough to let himself be set on fire like a human, but . . .]

Hey! That was a drone, yeah? 'Cause I might not like the guy that much, but if you're going around setting countries on fire, I'm going to have to kick your ass. Unless it's Austria.

[spiritsmoking]

[lifting her free hand to flip him off over her shoulder.

well. seems like the drone has at least stopped moving, though whether or not it's dead, she can't actually tell.]

Of course it's a goddamn drone. Even the fat bastard isn't enough of a moron to get set on fire so easily. [setting the rest of those vodka bottles down - it's amazing how many someone can carry when they put their mind to it, really - and chucking one more at the drone.]

America would be easy enough to burn though, the idiot.

[armywithcountry]

[Ignores the flip off - he's used to it by now.]

I don't know, it'd probably be pretty easy. Fat catches on fire quickly, and he's too slow to run away.

Hahahaha, I bet he would be! The moron wouldn't even see it coming!

[spiritsmoking]

Too slow to run away, but he's damn good at dodging vodka bottles when he's not drunk. [trust her on this, she knows from experience.] Not that the fat bastard is ever sober.

[pulling out a cigarette and lighting up, now. not much else to do, since she has to wait for the thing to burn properly.]

Damn right he wouldn't.

[armywithcountry]

[Smirks. Pulls out his own beer bottle from god knows where and uncaps it, taking a swig.]

Hey, nothing wrong with being drunk. Long as you can still kick ass, it doesn't matter. You throw vodka bottles at Russia often, then?

And fuck America. That brat, thinks he's so great now that he's actually a country. Wouldn't have gotten anywhere without me!

[spiritsmoking]

[ugh. another drunk. just what she needs. what's with all the countries and drinking?]

I'd say you're pretty fucking useless when you're drunk if you can't even dodge a bottle. [a pause, inhaling from the cigarette and pulling it away from her mouth. the smoke curls upward as she talks, not exhaling.] So what if I do?

You should've let him starve in some ditch. He's a fucking loud, annoying waste of space.

[armywithcountry]

Hahaha, that just means he's a fucking lightweight. Or weak. Probably both.

[Chucks the half empty beer bottle at the burning body just to set the flames higher.]

Hey, I didn't know any of that when I got him off his ass, I just wanted to bug England. Makes goddamn shitty beer, too.

[spiritsmoking]

Shut the fuck up. He was weak when I met him; he could've fucking killed you when this hellhole got to him. [bitter? just a little bit. maybe.

that saves her from having to chuck another bottle of vodka at it for awhile, and Kanna sits down, watching the flames, the burning flesh, anything but Russia's peeling and cracking face on that soulless body.]

Well he's a goddamn nuisance now! You should learn to clean up your goddamn messes!

[armywithcountry]

[And that earns a bark of laughter from him, although it's far from amused.]

I'd like to see him try. Actually, he did try - and failed.

America's not my fucking problem - go to England for that shit! Or how about you kill him yourself, since you hate him so much? Long as he keeps his mouth shut and doesn't piss me off, I couldn't care less about him.

[spiritsmoking]

[well, that gets her to glance back at him, an eyebrow raised.]

What the hell did you do to piss him off?

[and then she's rolling her eyes and her attention is back on Russia.]

I would, if the bastard didn't have so many allies. I've had towns chasing me down before, don't feel like repeating the experience if I can't fucking kill them properly.