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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 27, 2011 17:45:16 GMT -5
Ivan turned to Gilbert. "Whats wrong?" he asked and stopped patting Kiku's back. "Something scare you, da?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 27, 2011 17:57:24 GMT -5
Arthur sighed at his failed attempt to make scones. He walked up the flight of stairs and sat back in his seat. He noticed Ivan was conversing with the two other countries. When is everyone going to get here? Maybe it was a bad idea to come here. Instead of sitting here with a group of strangers, I could be home, reading books and whatnot.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 27, 2011 18:00:55 GMT -5
Gilbert paled (which was an incredible task, considering that he was already pale as it was). You have some nerve, talking to me, after what you did. I can't believe you. You're heartless. Heartless. I should say something.
Gilbert coughed, shaking slightly. "Nope! Nothing comes to mind," he said, scratching the back of his neck lightly with one hand. Well, that hadn't gone according to plan. Ivan still scared him, as memories of post-WWII flashed through his mind.
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 28, 2011 10:40:28 GMT -5
"No, your scared, da?" Ivan said moving closer. "Dont lie." he smirked. He was begining to find this entertaining. "Your not scared of me now, da?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 28, 2011 16:39:50 GMT -5
Gilbert winced when Ivan came closer, letting out a small (admittedly, woman-like) scream. "No! No! You're imagining things!" He felt his face contort into something he hoped looked somewhat like a smile. "I'm not lying! Honest to Fritz! D-do I look scared to you?!" He watched Ivan smile. Damn, he hated Ivan's smile. It sent a small shiver down his spine. He remembered the days when Ivan's touch made him cough up blood. He didn't want to find out if this was still the case.
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 28, 2011 17:05:46 GMT -5
Ivan chuckled at Prussia's scream. "You do look scared." He watched as Gilbert's face contorted into akward and fearful smile. "Somethings wrong with you, da?" Ivan asked placing a hand on his shoulder.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 28, 2011 17:10:50 GMT -5
Gilbert broke out into a nervous sweat. He coughed into his hand for about five minutes, feeling entirely un-awesome and a little bit like his death was imminent. He looked at his palm, and noticed it speckled with blood. Well, at least it wasn't as much as last time.
He spoke to Ivan without facing him or looking him in the eyes. (Never the eyes.) "Honestly, I'm not scared at all. I'm just.." He tried to think of a word that described his predicament. "...sick. Very, very sick." He felt like his heart was beating so fast that everyone in the room could hear it. He searched the faces of Arthur, Kiku, and Roderich. No one seemed willing to help him. Then again, he didn't blame them. It took a brave nation to intervene when Ivan was involved; that, or a stupid one.
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 28, 2011 17:28:03 GMT -5
"Then you should go to a hospital or your home, da?" Ivan said. He sat down next to the him. "I wonder where everyone else is?" he pondered out loud.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 28, 2011 17:30:41 GMT -5
"Can't go to a hospital," he said, shaking his head. "I'm an ex-country, but I'm still not human." Why was he talking to Ivan, of all the people he could talk to? Besides, metaphysics wasn't his forte. Gilbert rubbed his temples with his index and middle finger. Suddenly he really did have a headache. "I really do want to know where everyone is. I came here because West was nowhere to be found, but if he doesn't show up, I really do have to fill in for him." For some reason, at that moment calling his brother 'West' seemed more awkward than it usually did.
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 28, 2011 17:35:30 GMT -5
"I was hoping Latvia Lithuania or Estonia would be here." Ivan, happy that Gilbert didn't seem to be to upset anymore so they could have a normal conversation. Although he didn't seem to be feeling well.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 28, 2011 17:40:15 GMT -5
"I know the feeling. I wish Antonio or Francis would come here. They're my best friends." It didn't really feel like he was talking to Ivan; more so, it felt like he was having a conversation with himself. Maybe that was what made it okay. "But hey, everyone should get here soon." He glanced at everyone else in the room (which was not 'everyone else' so much as 'all three of them'.). "As it stands, we're probably not going to solve too many problems," he said, laughing sardonically.
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 28, 2011 17:48:13 GMT -5
"Da, not to many problems are going to be solved with the three of us." Ivan said. He was begining to get bored. "What time is the meeting supposed to start?" he asked trying to keep the conversation going so he wouldn't get to bored. He was hoping one or all of the Baltics would get here soon, then he could have some fun.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 28, 2011 20:05:38 GMT -5
"I think it either just started or in a few minutes." Aurther said, not really sure who Ivan was talking to and he didn't care. He was just bored. He took out a book and started reading some poems from Edgar Allen Poe.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Jan 29, 2011 14:11:14 GMT -5
Germany watched the three nations. Russia was messing with Prussia and Japan; that fool. Japan's back was hurting, though Ludwig didn't take the initiative to see exactly what was wrong. He was bound to scold his brother and Ivan for not being serious, as they should be; however, he refrained. There was really no point in doing so whatsoever. Ha, like they would listen to him anyway.
His blue eyes watched in disgust as Ivan and Gilbert went back and forth. Maybe, just maybe, if he made a noise of some sort they'd stop this foolishness. Ludwig cleared his throat (obnoxiously, might I add). If that didn't get their attention, he'd have to resort to yelling.
[[OutOfCookies: NYARGH! My post sucked! D:<]]
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 29, 2011 14:52:57 GMT -5
Gilbert turned his head in shock. "What the hell?" He shook his head with a mixture of disgust and admiration. 'How in Fritz's name did he get here?!' He frowned. Now he would probably be kicked out. "This isn't fair," he said, glaring at West. "Everything was fine until you showed up." Okay, so it was an awful, atrocious lie--it was much quicker to name what had gone wrong than what had been 'fine'--but who had to tell him that? Unless, of course, he had been there longer than Gilbert thought. ((It's alright, I think as long as you don't use first-person and explain how you got here, you should be fine. It's an excellent first post, and I'm happy to have a West to bother.  )) |
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