[NEWLY AWOKEN FROM BEING DEAD (and still dripping wet) is Russia ( Read more... )

[Russia is standing on the edge of the roof. I don't even know.]

I... I have betrayed one who has called me "friend". I did not even get to tell him that I loved him! And how could I?! I am a blasphemer--in love with two men, one who does not even recognize my existence, and yet I am claimed by another two. Neither will know my love, never will I ( Read more... )

[HOORAY TODAY IS EASTERN ORTHODOX EASTER TOO. AND I AM NOT RUSSIAN ORTHODOX so seriously feel free to correct me on anything that is about to transpire.Russia is sitting in the dining room. In the dark. Alone. With like two candles burning. There are some wilting sunflowers in an empty jar. Does this sound depressing? Because it totally is. But yet ( Read more... )

I-I don't understand. Is this magic--?

[Russia is sitting on the floor outside of his room. More specifically, he's clinging desperately to something that says "PAUSE."

This is in front of him:


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[Russia is tapping keys on the keyboard in a futile effort to know wtf they're for. He's somehow managed to hit the right button, but it takes him another minute of staring at the screen and looking around to make sure the recording light is on to actually recognize that the crazy magic box is transmitting his image to other people. With *~magic ( Read more... )

[Oh, look who it is! It’s Russia-oh shit what the fuck is this. He’s noticeably younger, maybe in his late teens, dressed in much older garb and a fuzzy Russian hat, and he looks... well, kinda sickly, actually. But more on that later. He’s staring into a hall terminal as though it’s grown three heads and muttering in Russian. Yeah, he’s probably ( Read more... )