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 ( Read more... )

Lithuania. You'd better still be there when I get back.

[A slightly static-y tone of voice, and that's all there is. There's no evidence he's even here except for the voice. There's a pause.]

Did that work?

[Another pause, and then a laugh.]

BOO! Hahaha, did I scare you?((OOC: Russia's fully immersed in the second level, so no loud noises ( Read more... )

[Oh. Hello, Template. Feeling good, are you? Enjoying your Thanksgiving? Guess what! So's Russia. Well, it looks like he's enjoying something, since he's smiling, but if you take a second look, you'd notice that it's...off. Very off. Like it doesn't quite match anything at all. Which is just how he likes it. He's humming a song, too. Tchaikovsky ( Read more... )