When 'Phones' keeps on Calling.

[ibirdpasta]

[The hallways were barely illuminated in this late hour. Just a draft were heard, untill a 'cellphone' rang and a startled gasp pierced the silence.]

... P-pronto..? [His shaking hand could barely hold the 'phone', and his voice were barely a shaking whisper, it was audiable that he were freaked out of his mind.]

"I'm on the staircase landing to

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[bolshoy_nos]

[[Jag känner att jag alltid svarar på dina posts XD Börjar nästan bli lite löjligt. And you know the drill, hover for translation~]]

[Ivan had planned to sit down and relax in that beautiful little salon he had found earlier that week. Sit down with a cup of tea and a good book, and he was glad that the room wasn't too far of by now. In these corridors the heat seemed to be malfunctioning, as with the power, since the lights were out.
Then suddenly, from around a corner, a small, brown-haired creature bumped into him, causing the tea in his cup to spill. A frown appeared on his face.]

It is very rude to run into people like that, you made me spill мой чай.

[ibirdpasta]

[[Alla andra mobbar mig ju ;u; ;;; ]]

O-oh! R-russia! I... I... [Oh, no! This was a BAD situation! Russia at one end, a-and ghosts at the other! What could possible be worse? Feliciano took some steps back, still holding the 'phone' in his hand. Or, wait, is it a Wii remote..? Either way, he looks rather panicked.]

I-I'm sorry..! I c-c-can g-get you a t-towel..?!

[bolshoy_nos]

[[Vadå mobbar? D: Btw, har du tagit inspiration från det där spelet? c:]]

[The way the Italian's brows furrowed together. The way his eyes wandered between Ivan's face, the thing in his own hand, and the corridor he had just emerged from. It didn't exactly require an education in rocket science to figure out that this boy was out of his mind with fear.

Ivan put down the now almost half empty cup on a small table close-by. His hand found the younger man's shoulder and squeezed it gently.]

Tell me, товарищ, what has happened?

[ibirdpasta]

[[Titta bara, ingen annan svarar ;3;.. *nojjig*
Och yeah! Pasta till dig! 8D]]

[Ohshit Russia'd beat him there he he he--...

Ooh, hand on shoulder..! M-my misstake! ... Wait! It's that nice Russia again! Feliciano looked up, smiling apologetic. God, what should he say? Say it's a monster? ... No, Russia is not that easy to fool... A scary Germany? No! That'd be cruel.. Maybe the truth is the best...

He looked down and squeezed the 'phone'/wiimote in his hand.]

I-I w-was playing a s-scary game that p-prussia back home liked... B-but it is so scary..!