Nine Sickles

[vodkadrinksyou]

The Hussars rode
The Uhlans rode
The Cossacks rode~

[He's sitting in his room, now. On his bed. Some things are torn and broken, but it's mostly in one piece. Russia isn't. Not like he hasn't been before, but none of his friends have ever been gone before. For this long, anyway. His friends should be back by now. They aren't. He should have found

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[whiteknighted]

[looks relieved]

You made it out. Thank goodness.

[vodkadrinksyou]

[Glances at him, and then smiles.]

Yes, thank goodness I'm okay! My vodka's not, but I'm okay! Wa--want to sing with me?

[whiteknighted]

Sing? [pause then shrugs with a small grin] Sure, though I don't know any songs in your language.

[vodkadrinksyou]

I could teach you! [But he'd have to charge~]

Well, not right now. It is hard to think in English today.

[whiteknighted]

I have days like that. Ten years is still not long enough for me to feel comfortable with the language.

[vodkadrinksyou]

Oh. No, I understand English. I don't see why I should speak it.

[Grumbles.]

You made it to the middle, da?

[whiteknighted]

[chuckles] I see.

[nods] Not that we figured anything out though. It was just an altar.

[vodkadrinksyou]

No one was there?

[He glances at him.]

[whiteknighted]

There was someone... though I think he was looking for the kidnapped people too.

[shakes his head]

Other than that the room was empty.

[vodkadrinksyou]

No one at all, you say?

[He blinks. And then he can't stop laughing.]

Hahahaha! Of course! That's just what I expected! Hahaha! Oh, hahaha, that was a good one, Template. Hahahaha! And that's it, isn't it? Nothing but an alter at the middle? Oh, that's such a good joke.

[whiteknighted]

[doesn't really agree that it's a good joke, but he can't say he was completely surprised]

The City does have a rather nasty sense of humor.

[vodkadrinksyou]

Hahaha, it does, doesn't it? Don't worry though, I'll teach them how to tell a proper joke!!

[And with that, the chanting begins. How do you feel about nails on chalkboard combined with dental equipment? Because this is about five times worse.]

KOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOL...

[Sorry, Suzaku. That's what happens when you don't notice a psychotic episode starting when you see one.]

[whiteknighted]

Er...

[o.< ... gives Russia a very confused and somewhat nervous look]

What... what's that?

[s'only fair considering how many people have been on the receiving end of one of his emo bouts :|]

[vodkadrinksyou]

[Oh no no no. Once that cat's out of the bag, it's not getting back in. You don't get off so easily.]

KOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOL...

[Chanting that has been known to make the devil scared. Even he fears the Kolholz. It's an essential terror. And he's not stopping, and it's getting louder, and he's reaching for that pipe of his. Which is suddenly looking less like any pipe found on Earth. Which is heading straight for Suzaku's skull as we speak.]

[whiteknighted]

[O_O luckily Suzaku has bullet-dodging reflexes?]

S-Stop! What are you doing?

[really creeped the hell out by the chanting]

[vodkadrinksyou]

[Unluckily, Russia is a sentient country. He can do this all day and not get tired. Running would be a good option right now. There'd be more typing of his chanting here, but it'd break LJ so you're out of luck. Just assume it gets louder and darker and warps more of the room as it goes. In between the chants the following gets muttered, lowly.]

They won't come back.

[And then he's back to attempting to kill you.]