[video] totally doing tags tomorrow
[Oh, look who it is! It’s Russia-oh shit what the fuck is this. He’s noticeably younger, maybe in his late teens, dressed in much older garb and a fuzzy Russian hat, and he looks... well, kinda sickly, actually. But more on that later. He’s staring into a hall terminal as though it’s grown three heads and muttering in Russian. Yeah, he’s probably praying, something along the lines of GOD SAVE ME.
He pauses, then pokes the screen.]
Hello?
[Oh man, if you thought his accent was thick before, just listen to the poor bastard now. Idk I guess he’s speaking English. MAGICAL HETALIA PLOT HOLE GO.]
What is this... place? This magical voice box...?
[Poor guy looks like he’s about to have a nervous break down. He’s looking at the screen and away from it and is basically going around in circles.]
What did they do to me?! W-why... there is snow, but this is not my lands. This is not Moscow. This is not Kiev, this is not anywhere. Not Heaven, surely! Unless I have-
I have... failed, Lord? God-- please! Why do you never answer my prayers? What have I done to deserve this?
[Awwwww poor miserable failed state, thinking he might be dead. Russia looks like he's about to cry, and maybe that's why he rubs his eyes with his forearm. When he removes his arm, after a few shuddering breaths, his face suddenly darkens and he stares at the ground.]
...I curse the Commonwealth for this, curse them with all that is left of my soul.
[Post goes out as Russia starts carving symbols into the wall with a knife what is he.]
He pauses, then pokes the screen.]
Hello?
[Oh man, if you thought his accent was thick before, just listen to the poor bastard now. Idk I guess he’s speaking English. MAGICAL HETALIA PLOT HOLE GO.]
What is this... place? This magical voice box...?
[Poor guy looks like he’s about to have a nervous break down. He’s looking at the screen and away from it and is basically going around in circles.]
What did they do to me?! W-why... there is snow, but this is not my lands. This is not Moscow. This is not Kiev, this is not anywhere. Not Heaven, surely! Unless I have-
I have... failed, Lord? God-- please! Why do you never answer my prayers? What have I done to deserve this?
[Awwwww poor miserable failed state, thinking he might be dead. Russia looks like he's about to cry, and maybe that's why he rubs his eyes with his forearm. When he removes his arm, after a few shuddering breaths, his face suddenly darkens and he stares at the ground.]
...I curse the Commonwealth for this, curse them with all that is left of my soul.
[Post goes out as Russia starts carving symbols into the wall with a knife what is he.]