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[rossiya_red]

Characters: Everyone!
Location: Plaza, I suppose~? 
Time: Early morning
Style: Whatever you want! 
Status: Open~!

[The Russian was surprised, to say the least, when the pipe he was currently swinging did not land on the target he had set his eyes on. No, instead his surroundings were much brighter and cleaner than the ruined fields of Europe. The stench

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[1776ftw]

[Guess who's kind of like...

Napping in a tree nearby.

Just... napping.

Like a god damn cat.

America, of course.]

[rossiya_red]

[Well then.

Guess who will be prodding that sleeping America with a pipe.]

Amerikaaaa...~!

[His tone is sickly sweet, resisting the urge to just smack the other in the face with his beloved weapon.]

[1776ftw]

Jesus Christ, Tony, your impressions get worse and worse--

[A yawn and he just rolls over in his sleep after muttering that. Who knows why he's in a tree? He sure doesn't! Just... it's a very comfortable place to nap, yessiree.]

[rossiya_red]

[He's sort of curious about why the American is in the tree himself, but there isn't time to question that when the damned capitalist wouldn't even wake up.

More prodding occurs-- quite a bit harder this time, though.]

Wake up, sleepy-head..~!

[fjordsnotfords]

[Standing a bit of a distance away, Norway watched the Russian with not even the slightest bit of interest. There was no approach made, instead, he simply watched him.]

[rossiya_red]

[It didn't take him long to notice the other, his smile slipping slightly in confusion. Norway? Could he have been transported here by the Axis Powers, then? Then again, he wasn't even aware that the other was really *in* the war, besides simply being occupied..

He's just going to watch you back for now, unwilling to make a move yet, his smile widening as he waited to see what would happen.]

[fjordsnotfords]

[It's not his fault people don't respect neutrality. But his main focus had always been on the homeland during WWII, though there were other involvements here and there... but he wasn't one to discuss them.

He'd prefer that he wasn't smiling at him, but he wasn't going to complain about it out loud. A smile was a smile most of the time, unless one wanted to read more into it.

But anyway. He's making the first move by walking over towards him.]

[rossiya_red]

[Yes well, perhaps if you had had a better army instead of being a silly neutral country..~]

Norvegiya..~! [His voice was a happy chirp, with an underlying tone that was quite a bit darker.] You should tell me what's going on, da~?

[getshead]

[Well, this was definitely an interesting sight. Anytime Izaya sees a guy swinging a pipe that isn't Shizuo, he's intrigued. He'll just be standing off to the side, eying with amusement. He considers approaching, but decides against it for now -- he was more interesting in seeing if anyone else would do so first.

Of course, if they didn't, he'd take the bait. Carefully, of course.]

[rossiya_red]

[He hasn't quite noticed anyone was there yet, swinging his pipe idly as he waited for someone to walk into the area. It didn't take long before he began to hum softly, the notes offkey, moving his pipe in time with the music he was making.

Oh, how boring it was to wait.. every second that went by only added to his impatience, drawing an annoyed sigh from him every once in a while.]

[getshead]

[A few more minutes, and that was enough for Izaya to get his bearings - enough to make an approach. Which, he does from behind. Probably not one of the brightest moves under normal circumstances, but he was pretty used to thinking and moving on his feet.]

I hope you're not planning on making an ambush with that pipe.

[rossiya_red]

[At the sound of someone behind him, his pipe wielding arm jerked up, turning around with the intent to strike, his humming abruptly stopping-- .. but oh, he didn't recognize this one.

Allowing his pipe to lower back to his side, his arm remained tense, ready to attack if needed.]

Aah..~? I wasn't aware there was anyone here to ambush! Mmn.. I am not certain of where I am, actually.. You should tell me, da?

[His smile grew brighter, the threat of what would come if he was not told hanging in the air without being said aloud.]