Who: Poland (
totally_feliks), Lithuania (
toris_lietuvos), & Russia (
vodkamaniac)
Rating: R (to be safe)
When: after
this (and the mini-event)
Where: around Russia's room
Summary: the big showdown
Warnings: violence!, talk of rape, generally not for the faint of heart (and yes this is a Mod-Approved fight ;3)
(
now for ruin, and a red dawn. )
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He knew the door. How could he not? He'd been avoiding it since he arrived, slinking through like a dog with it's tail between his legs, hoping that nothing...sinister would come out. But now he relished it. Remembering what he'd said to Liet, so so long ago, when he'd revealed his scars, he curled a lip up. 'Are we afraid of the big bad wolf?'But the big bad wolf always had a painful end, didn't it? A woodcutter, with an axe, a chimney and boiling water...the story had to continue. With no hesitation, Poland lashed out at the door, kicking it with one solid boot and watching it rattle from the ( ... )
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He blinked at seeing Poland, of all people, standing there. And looking angry, but that was sort of a common interaction between the two of them. Lithuania was there too, which just puzzled Russia. What the hell could both of them want with him?
He left the door open and leaned against the door frame, taking a gulp from his ever-present bottle. He stared at Poland stonily for a moment. "Did you want something, comrade?" His tone was anything but friendly, but that was just par for the course.
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In a quick movement, the bottle was swiped, and thrown down the hallway. He hadn't even blinked in that time, or looked away. Taking the vodka had been a dangerous thing to do, but all of this was. In fact, even being Poland normally was quite dangerous, with Russia around. It was no change.
Moving in front of Lithuania, legs shoulder width apart in a completely protective stance, one shaking hand raised up to beckon Russia forward. Shaking through not fear, but badly supressed rage.
" Yes, I do want something...you should know why I'm here. Get the hell out here now."
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But Ennis had made him promise not to start anything. So he wouldn't. Not until it was self defense.
"No, I was too busy trying to survive," he snapped, finally, then went to retrieve his vodka. "And actually, I have not the slightest idea what you want." He eyed Lithuania, standing be hind Poland, and his expression turned even darker. "You got what you wanted. Why are you still bothering me?"
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