*zoro is training out in the cold, because obviously the cold is the best temperature for training(?!). he opens one eye while he's balancing weights on his outstreched arms and spots the unfamiliar face*
[ Of course it is. What temperature is better? Although, when Russia pauses and turns, he can't help but think that that's... a little dangerous to be doing. But he smiles regardless - it was the stranger's funeral, after all. ]
((ooc; Here~ Have some Undertaker speaking in olde Russian for you :33 itlaics = russian))
[The Undertaker was tending to his Death Lilies when he heard the sound of a familiar language~ He decided to pick a Death Lily and hand it to Russia :3]
A presence I have not felt in a long time~ That old General is always following you, eh~?
[ Russia blinked. Well, this was even more unusual. He takes the flower tentatively, giving it an odd look before looking back up when he hears the out-dated Russian. Not to mention the talk of the General... Suspicious? Noooo~ ]
[ A reaper, judgment... nope, that's not suspicious at all. The mention of his tsars set him even more on edge, especially seeing as how the last one went. But he smiles lightly anyway. ]
[Belarus was talking a mid day walk, her scarf wrapped around her bleeding mouth. She enjoyed these walks. They always calmed her. She had been wondering weather or not she should bay the Colonel Volgin a visit...maybe later.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw a new face. It wasn't just any new face. It was her Brother!]
[ Sorry, Natalia - but when Russia hears the familiar voice he can only stiffen at first, and turn shakily and hope it is not who he thinks it is. He loves his sister, sure, but she was... frightening, even for him. Not to mention he didn't know she was sick ;; ]
S...s-sister..! We... must be at your home then, yes?
Russia had continued to walk, until he thought he'd heard another voice. He couldn't make out what it had said, but he was at least able to tell that it was in his language. He stopped, and turned, surprised to see a man dressed in the old Soviet military uniform.
It was making less and less sense to him. This wasn't his land, yet here appeared to be a Russian. He was too young to be one of those steely veterans of the Union, but the scars on his face made it apparent he had seen combat. A lot of it, too... Russia was a little sad that he didn't share such marks. They would have made better trophies than the ones he already had.
"Ah, hello..." He hesitated for moment, before feeling nostalgic - putting on a tiny grin and finishing, "...comrade."
The word was familiar, yet foreign on his tongue. It hadn't been that long since he'd quit using it, so even the strangeness was strange. Nevertheless, he continued - in Russian, of course.
He blinked - was... this man happy to see him? No one was happy to see Russia. Even strangers tended to avoid him. The unusual attitude was something Russia needed time to adjust to. He shuffled awkwardly, mulling over the information he was given.
Somarium, and Espoir... no places that he'd ever heard of. And being a country, you'd think he would be more familiar with the world. He'd been more in touch in the last decade or two, but clearly is wasn't enough.
"I... suppose I am, yes" he said, keeping up with his cheery persona. "I have never heard of this place at the very least. Should I take it you're a resident, mister...?"
His smile faltered only a little. He didn't know this man's name. He was Russian, one of his 'children,' so to speak, and he didn't know the man's name... disgraceful, he thought.
*God, he hated the friggin' cold weather. It needed to be summer already! - That's what America thought as he hurriedly walked through the snow. Only if he didn't have to go buy some stupid light bulbs.
But stops when he sense that massive presence - a nation!? And when he turns, whadda ya know? It's RUSSIA. Crap...*
[ Scratch that, it had the same annoying tone, if a little desperate. He gives Alfred a stare that clearly questioned the blonde's sanity. How ironic. ]
Uhm... are you feeling alright, Америка? Cold must be getting to you, да?
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Oi!
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Да? Me?
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[ His smile wavers. That sounded stupid, didn't it? But oh well, it was the truth. ]
Would you tell me where I am, да?
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[The Undertaker was tending to his Death Lilies when he heard the sound of a familiar language~ He decided to pick a Death Lily and hand it to Russia :3]
A presence I have not felt in a long time~ That old General is always following you, eh~?
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[ Russia blinked. Well, this was even more unusual. He takes the flower tentatively, giving it an odd look before looking back up when he hears the out-dated Russian. Not to mention the talk of the General... Suspicious? Noooo~ ]
...who are you, again?
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I am a Reaper~ I have judged many of your tzars in my time~
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Ah. Is that so? ..you are like Death, then, yes?
[ Russia chuckles, a little skeptically. ]
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[Belarus was talking a mid day walk, her scarf wrapped around her bleeding mouth. She enjoyed these walks. They always calmed her. She had been wondering weather or not she should bay the Colonel Volgin a visit...maybe later.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw a new face. It wasn't just any new face. It was her Brother!]
Brother...?
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S...s-sister..! We... must be at your home then, yes?
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No. This is not my home. This is not sister's either. This is a dream world, brother...
[The wind begins to pick up. She grips onto her scarf]
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[ Russia tilts his head, obviously not understanding. ]
Dream... world..?
[ He paused, frowning slightly. His sister should be just as used to the cold as he was. ]
Sister, are you... sick?
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It was making less and less sense to him. This wasn't his land, yet here appeared to be a Russian. He was too young to be one of those steely veterans of the Union, but the scars on his face made it apparent he had seen combat. A lot of it, too... Russia was a little sad that he didn't share such marks. They would have made better trophies than the ones he already had.
"Ah, hello..." He hesitated for moment, before feeling nostalgic - putting on a tiny grin and finishing, "...comrade."
The word was familiar, yet foreign on his tongue. It hadn't been that long since he'd quit using it, so even the strangeness was strange. Nevertheless, he continued - in Russian, of course.
"Could you tell me where I am?"
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Somarium, and Espoir... no places that he'd ever heard of. And being a country, you'd think he would be more familiar with the world. He'd been more in touch in the last decade or two, but clearly is wasn't enough.
"I... suppose I am, yes" he said, keeping up with his cheery persona. "I have never heard of this place at the very least. Should I take it you're a resident, mister...?"
His smile faltered only a little. He didn't know this man's name. He was Russian, one of his 'children,' so to speak, and he didn't know the man's name... disgraceful, he thought.
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But stops when he sense that massive presence - a nation!? And when he turns, whadda ya know? It's RUSSIA. Crap...*
Russia!?
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Америка ~ what a surprise, да?
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It really is you communis bastard! Quick! Tell me what time you're from!!
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[ Scratch that, it had the same annoying tone, if a little desperate. He gives Alfred a stare that clearly questioned the blonde's sanity. How ironic. ]
Uhm... are you feeling alright, Америка? Cold must be getting to you, да?
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