[video] totally doing tags tomorrow

[sunflowersunday]

[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

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[idkmybfftony]

Hey, you're back! You should know that you're not allowed to get out of here before I do! I was wondering where you went, it's hard to keep tabs on you when you're not-

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[idkmybfftony]

[What. The fuck. Even.

He stares at Russia for a few moments.]

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[idkmybfftony]

You look different!

Did you get a haircut?

[sunflowersunday]

GO AWAY DEMON I'VE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE LEAVE ME IN PEACE!

[He's holding up a cross necklace at you.

As though that will help.]

[idkmybfftony]

[America stares at the cross, completely unfazed.]

...Why are you wearing that? I thought you didn't believe in religion.

[sunflowersunday]

I'm not a heretic! J-just because I follow the Byzantine way and not the Western standard of Christianity doesn't mean--!

[Deep breaths, Russia. DEEP BREATHS. Okay, if you're not phased by the cross, how about the knife? He holds it up warily, backed against the wall and shaking, but at least he's not crying for now.]

What do you want?

[idkmybfftony]

[America's expression doesn't change at all. It's amazing what he's become desensitized to.]

Well, you were screaming, and..

...wait, what year is it by you?

[sunflowersunday]

[sob nothing works on you does it]

1611. I don't see how that's relevant, unless you intend to make me a grave.

[idkmybfftony]

[Such is the fate of everything ever.]

It is! It's 2010 here!

[sunflowersunday]

[HIS MIND IS BLOWN. JUST BLOWN. HE CAN'T COMPREHEND LIFE ANYMORE.]

No, no no no no, this is all some sort of sick nightmare I'm trapped in, with tiny people in talking boxes. I'll wake up soon, I know it!