Nov 01, 2009 18:37
[Static erupts over the network, slowly clearing to show a darkened hallway. Lights flicker on and off in the distance, revealing a silhouette that can safely assumed to be Russia. He doesn't move. His usually cheerful tone is dull, his voice only a soft whisper above the static when he speaks.]
Am I dre▒ming? I don't ░▓ike it. I'm alone. I ░▒n't wa░t to be alone.
[He jerks forward unnaturally. His pipe drags along the ground with a metallic scraping noise.]
I won't let you leave me ag▓▒n. You can't leave me ever ever ever ▒▒▒▓▓▒░▒▓▓▓▒░░▓
[Scrape scrape scrape. His face is directly in front of the camera. The lights flicker.
Russia's eyes are glazed over and there is a nice large bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. Blood drips from the wound down his face and soaking the front of his coat. The lights go out once again and Russia shuffles away, but not far. Scrape scrape scrape BANG. His pipe hits against a door.]
Germanyyyyyyyy.
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