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     “ You’re not. ”        The words were laced with cold resentment. Irunya tore her hand,        which he had been bandaging, away. It wasn’t just Ivan that got        hurt in his stupid feud with Alfred. She tried so hard to talk sense        into them, and yet Ivan used any means possible to make sure he        could get to Alfred. Even if it meant tossing his sister aside like some        kind of rag doll. Ivan hadn’t stopped apologizing since it was over,        but Irunya knew he would do it again given the same circumstances.        And that wasn’t remorse.      “ All you care about is yourself. Yourself and your stupid fucking        power. ”        It took a lot to get Irunya to snap on her siblings, but there was a        line that had been cruelly crossed. No brother of hers would do        that. Not the one she raised.     “ Get out. I’ll have Latvia bandage my wounds. ”

     “I am,” Ivan insisted, as he had done time and time again since the combatants separated, returning home to respective countries to lick their wounds and face the verbal lashing from leaders about the true meaning of ‘peace’ and ‘diplomacy.’

     Any physical lingering pain from his wounds paled in comparison to the violent storm raging from deep within, spiralling the Russian deeper into his on personal, desperately masked hell. Vile. Disgusting. Monster. A path he had carved for himself that was all too harsh a reality now. 

     ---Even his sister detested him. 

                                                   But it was deserved. She was not wrong.

     “That is not true. I have never stopped caring about you, I just...I could n--” The bandages were still in his hand, and with a flash of what looked like hurt dulling his once vibrant amethyst eyes, he attempted to take her hand again. Ivan wasn’t giving up. Not yet. “It is my job, Irunya. It is something I cannot explain, but whenever I am near him, he and I... It is a mutual understanding. A need. I did not want to hurt you, but you got involved anyway!” 

     Why would you just not let us destroy each other? 

     “I am not leaving you. You can hate me, detest me, you can wish me dead or whatever else you have to do, but I am going to finish bandaging your wounds.

❛ ✘ - accepting ❜

❛ ✥ - Popping a button on their shirt ❜

❛ @voyin ❜

▐║⋮ ❛ the meeting dragged on, as erzsi continued to scribble down incoherent notes and, eventually, doodles of the big talkers of the nations. she smirks as she writes down a rather nasty representation of ludwig -- perhaps crude, but humorous and amusing to the brunette, because she nudged the nation beside her with her elbow and pointed to the fabulous artwork.

❛ that nation, in fact, just happened to be irunya. perhaps it was a giggle, or a certain isolated movement that caused the mishap, but her shirt button popped open to reveal the bra she wore beneath it -- erzsi, in a moment of panic, stared -- but she was quick to act.

❃ - Fighting with their belt for some reason, showing off some hip/waist

[ he’s too,, far too gay for this. ]

Send a symbol for my Muse’s reaction to yours unintentionally (?):

❥ - Bending over in a short skirt / shorts / tight pants, showing off dat booty

Alice had only nodded in acknowledgement when Irunya apologized, leaving her seat to retrieve papers had gone fluttering to the floor a few feet away. But as she turned her head towards her to say something, the words died on her mouth, finding herself blinking at how tight the other’s skirt had become as she bent over, maybe just... a little bit captivated.

gently pats you. formatting doesnt matter.

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