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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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[motheringnation]

......

[Brother]

What did you do to brother!?

[And is just...horrified and what is this]

[spiritsmoking]

[....oh, that one makes her pause a bit. she does remember meeting Ukraine once, however long ago that had been, and then the one conversation she'd had with Russia... tch. stupid bargain.]

It's not him, you idiot!

[but she won't lash out at Ukraine, instead just... continuing to go after Russia.]

[motheringnation]

B..but why are you burning hi..his drone?

[Going after her.]

[spiritsmoking]

LIKE IT FUCKING MATTERS!

[hey, not like she's going to stop the girl if she wants to watch someone that looks like her brother burning to death.]

[motheringnation]

[She's going to stop there for that very reason. She has enough nightmares about her siblings dieing without adding that to them. However she will be waiting for you to come back. Sitting on brothers porch holding her pitchfork nervously in her hands like a security blankent.]

[spiritsmoking]

[well, if she's willing to wait, then Kanna will be back in another hour or so, maybe two, with smudges of ash on her arms and legs and Russia's scarf - which is oddly enough, perfectly clean - still wrapped around her neck.]

[motheringnation]

[She's in Russia's house now but when she see's her walking down the street she walks over. She seems a lot calmer now. The pitchfork is just leaning against the side of the house.]

You did not burn brothers scarf.

[spiritsmoking]

[scowling at Ukraine, folding her arms over her chest.]

What the hell kind of difference does that make?

[motheringnation]

Why didn't you?

[spiritsmoking]

Because the damn thing could be useful when winter hits this hellhole! Why else would I keep it

[motheringnation]

[And she puts her hand out]

Please.

[spiritsmoking]

[and she just regards that outstretched hand with the coldest look ever.]

No.

[motheringnation]

[Just lets the hand fall. Her voice is calm and quiet.]

...why do you want to keep it. What does it mean to you.

[spiritsmoking]

It doesn't mean a goddamn thing to me.

[but.... if Ukraine doesn't stop her, she's going to start heading back to her house now.]

[motheringnation]

Then why won't you let me have it?

[Sounds strained now.]

Is my brothers....Gave it to him when he was only a little child.

[She doesn't know why he kept it all those years. But the fact that he did...means a lot to her]

[spiritsmoking]

[she stops there, clenching her fists.]

I don't give a shit about your history together. "Family", "siblings"... You, Russia, Belarus, that's completely meaningless to me.

Until that bastard comes back to pry it from my fucking fingers, this is mine!

["You wouldn't understand anyway."]