[Russia looks a little singed. There's a rather large cut just under his right eye and he's wiping the blood off of his face ( Read more... )

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[The camera focuses in on a dark room. It might take a while but eventually you might spot white-gold hair and a pale form. Russia's not looking too good and yes, that might just be distressed, whispered russian you're hearing.] *Anastasia. Anastasia ya tak sozhaleu o....stol zhal... Eto ne bila moya oshibka, eto bil ego, ich. Nyet, nyet eto ( Read more... )

It's raining~ [Russia smiles cheerfully despite being soaked. He'd been attacked by the rain while he was out and was currently trying to dry off as he was talking to the camera ( Read more... )

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I had come to believe that nightmares were a part of nation's lives. Over the centuries I have relived past events I would have rather not but they are nothing more than memories. I cannot do anything about them nor do I think that I can ever truly rid myself of them. But these past few days....I have started to experience nightmares that I ( Read more... )

The computer focuses on a small child with large wisteria eyes and messy ash blonde hair.

What is this?

Rus' poked the computer and looked curious, he spent a few moments trying to figure out what the strange object was and what it did.

...Is it magic?

He leans in close until bright wisteria eyes was all that could be seen.

It's like a moving painting ( Read more... )

[The camera is blurry, it takes a moment to focus before a young looking man comes into view. He looks to be in his early twenties but the look in his soft wisteria eyes that speaks of centuries tells a different story. He's lounging in the chair, idly drumming his fingers across the table as he waits. His eyes are currently slightly unfocused and ( Read more... )