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[stateofworry]

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[Lithuania's voice is frantic and shaky, a far cry from his usual calm tone.]

No -- this can't be happening -- n-no! No! I spent too much time worrying about what happened at Christmas, and the future, and how to stop this, that I couldn't even

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[kol_shevik]

[Inside doing what Russia does best

drinking himself half to death.]

[stateofworry]

[There's a firm, polite knocking on the door, oddly calm-sounding considering the state of who's waiting outside.]

[kol_shevik]

[Only opens the door a tiny bit after a long pause.

You can still probably smell the alcohol from there.]

Ah-- Lithuania? You have come to senses?

[stateofworry]

[O-oh hey there's a gun pointed at your face.]

M-Mr. Russia.

[kol_shevik]

[Swings open the door. Because that is totally rational with a gun in your face.]

Should watch where you are pointing these things, Lithuania. Should only take one shot, Да?

[stateofworry]

[OH FUCK NO WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR FACE--

He's trembling now. But the gun's still not going anywhere.]

You killed him.

[kol_shevik]

[Texas looks awesome there right.

Russia still isn't moving for any weapon.]

Attacked Russia's house. Had to. Begged Russia to.

[stateofworry]

[No it doesn't. Jerk.]

I don't believe that. It was you. You put up those messages for everyone to hear and then you killed him.

[kol_shevik]

[Russia suddenly moves incredibly fast for a fat drunk guy and attempts to grab the gun right out Lithuania's hands oh snap]

[stateofworry]

[He fires, but it's too late and Russia's already jarred it from his grasp and that bullet's not going to hit its target. He stumbles, but there's no turning back now.]

Did you think you were going to be the hero this time? Because you're not. Mr. America is! No matter what you do to him! Even if -- even if he was one of them, you had no right--!

[kol_shevik]

[Why the hell is everyone shooting at me today good god. If Russia gets that gun he's going to be turning it right back around on Liet hold on to your gun, broski]

Russia is only doing what is best for children. Only ungrateful children-- and Lithuania knows about those.

[stateofworry]

[Yeah he's not doing so hot on that front right now. His hands are shaking pretty badly and he's trying to keep his voice calm, but with limited success.]

He shouldn't have died like this! And don't think for a moment that I'll thank you for killing Mr. America!

I don't want to have to shoot you but you're a threat to this town and I won't let you do this to anyone else--

[He gulps for breath and clenches his teeth, trying to steady his hands.]

Just give me the glasses.

[kol_shevik]

[Picks up a nice vase from a table next to the door

and aims it for Lithuania's face.]

[stateofworry]

[Lithuania sees it coming, but a split-second too late -- he jerks his face out of the way instinctively, but it smashes into the side of his head.]

Ah--!

[Head spinning, ears ringing, he falls to his knees, the gun dropping from his hands to clatter on the doorstep in front of him.]

[kol_shevik]

[Oh my god Liet stop running your face into my nice vases. Russia kicks the gun away from them, and aims a kick for Lithuania while he's down. Because he is the fairest fighter in the world.]

Get off of Russia's lawn.

[stateofworry]

[Well fine. I didn't like your commie lawn anyway. The kick hurts like hell, but the pain clears his head a little, at least. He staggers to his feet, not taking his eyes off Russia, and starts backing away. This is totally not running away this is strategy and retreating smartly--]

Don't think this is over. You aren't... You aren't fooling anyone.