Kink Fill: Art

[the_emeraldcity]

Kink requested here

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Noah smiles and folds his arms and admires the poster on the wall.

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[moskva_prince]

{Not really bothering to answer, he just sips soundlessly at his cup of vodka.}

[the_emeraldcity]

Noah doesn't notice the silence and continues babbling.

"Isn't it cool the way our artists want to break down the stereotypes? I mean, considering how tender the US-Russia relations are as of now..."

[moskva_prince]

{He gives an agitated sigh; do Americans ever shut up? Downing his drink in one gulp...he secretly wishes he had more now.}

[the_emeraldcity]

He blinks and watches his curiosity. Wondering if he's because he's speaking in English, he switches to Russian instead and continues talking.

Так так или иначе, я надеюсь, что Вы не возражаете, если Вы приехали и посетили мой фестиваль, если Вы имеете время.

(ooc: So anyway, I hope you don't mind if you came and visited my festival if you have the time.)

[moskva_prince]

Я понимаю, Английский, я был просто игнорируют вас. {Coughing into his hand, he folds his arms across his chest.}

I would visit, I don't have anything else to do. They are all very wonderful though...I suppose.

[ooc: *I understand the English; I was just ignoring you.]

[the_emeraldcity]

If Noah heard Dimitri, he pretended it was the wind and leans against a wall.

Oh that's great...I wouldn't mind if Ivan came too...I mean, other than Alaska...my dad and I are close to you too.

[moskva_prince]

I think Mother would very much like to come...I think. {He nods, the smile leaving his face.}

Is Alaska doing okay, now that they are with America? {Yep, Dimitri kinda sucks at this small talk thing.}

[the_emeraldcity]

"Welllllll..."

Noah ruffles his own hair.

"They're doing fantastic, actually. My dad and I occasionally check on them. I mean, being the farthest away from everyone? Yeah it gets realllll lonely for us."

[moskva_prince]

{He smirks, sitting his cup on the floor beside himself.}

Your Russian is good, American, who taught you? If I haven't just been meeting you, I would have thought you were a native.

[the_emeraldcity]

Oh! Welllllll I'm not sure, but I was told that during the Bolshevik Revolution and World War 1, Russia asked my dad if he could give his immigrating children a home, and since they've been coming here, I've learned Russian.

[moskva_prince]

{He nods, catching some of what Noah said. However, he speaks in a low tone.}

I never express my thanks to anyone...but...thank you for allowing our people to stay with the both of you. Oktyabr'skaya revolyutsiya was a terrible time...for Mother and all my siblings.

[the_emeraldcity]

Noah perks up with a bright grin and nods.

"We're always happy to receive everyone who comes here! Even if Alfred doesn't like it."

He lowers his voice.

"Between you and me, my dad and I have always been rebellious little bastards. Why do you think we live far from the capital?"

[moskva_prince]

Looking about the room at the artwork; the Russian capital says nothing for a long moment. Maybe he's thinking about what to say next; maybe he's ignoring Noah again. Lord knows what he's thinking really.

"Maybe it is because you both are annoying?" Most logical answer in Moscow's book.

[the_emeraldcity]

"Pffft. No, it's because Alfred ignores us."

[moskva_prince]

"I am very sure there are many other states far from the capital too. Does he not ignore them as well?" He steps a little closer to Noah. "But then again, their are many of you running around; he can't keep his attention on all of you. Or maybe it's something I shouldn't put my nose in, da?"

[the_emeraldcity]

"Pffft. Doesn't matter really...we've done a good job being on our own." Noah scoffs and smiles, rolling his eyes.