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The ambient buzz of the fluorescent hallway lights was interrupted by the sound of heels scraping against tiled floor, the clearing of a throat, the rustling of fabric. Something nudged his foot, causing him to stir.

“Hey. You. What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

A groan wrestled itself from his throat as Russia squinted up; eyes moving erratically to try and focus on her constantly-drifting form. Something akin to a tired laugh rumbled in his chest as he haphazardly reached out for her. “You,” he spoke; native tongue darting off his lips with far more ease than English, “I’ve been waiting for you forever.”

From what he could recall, someone, another nation, had dumped him here and assured him that Natallia would come by soon enough. Why it had to be her, he wasn’t certain. Nor did he know how long he had been sat there. It felt like forever.

Russia misjudged the distance between the two of them and, with compromised balance and the floor shifting underneath his feet, he slumped over in an effort to grab her; bringing himself dangerously close to the edge of it. Really, he looked like he was about to topple any moment unless he decided to discard his newfound tactic of grabby hands. 

There was a silence that fell upon her as her eyes met with Ivan’s. Liberty quietly flung her purse over the fence and grabbed hold of the wire that held it together. 

           ❝ 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝,                                                                   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗   𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 ? ❞            

An indie, semi-selective roleplay blog for APH Russia, with a tendency toward literate threads and cultural/historical interpretations while using canon as a framework.

Mun is 18+ with three years of experience !

Blog is multi-ship and multi-verse !

Non-Hetalia and OC-friendly !

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The cold, concrete wall cut into his back as laughter shook his thick, heavy frame. His fingers clung to the neck of his paper bag-clad, unlabelled bottle; his breath wafting into the air with every shudder of laughter, nose and cheeks red, bitten from the cold.

As hearty as it was, it eventually died down into fitful chuckling. His eyes sought out the strange-looking man who was probably waiting for an answer, one Russia most assuredly would not give him.

TITLE › THE RUSSIAN FEDERATION NAME › IVAN BRAGINSKIY GENDER › MALE AGE › 21 / 1,100+ BIRTHDATE › 12 JUNE SEXUALITY › BISEXUAL HEIGHT › 198 CM (6'6") WEIGHT › 102 KG (225 LB) STATUS › CALM, BORED LOCATION › DINGY FLAT, MOSCOW 

Ivan is tall, with a thick frame and broad shoulders. He has accumulated fat that hugs his otherwise toned features and has a soft stomach, thighs, and love-handles. Past his pudge is firm, well-built muscle that grants him his natural physical strength. His hands are large, callused, and riddled with nicks and scars from long years spent doing physical labour. On top of that, Ivan has a thick and prominent nose, pronounced eyebrows, and a strong jaw that punctuates an otherwise soft face. His eyes are blue with a violet shade to them, which is accentuated under certain lighting. His hair is short and light blond with a feather-y wave to it. In demeanour, Ivan is akin to a gentle giant, unless provoked—looming over others with an air of curiosity and inquisitiveness. His lack of smile, however, can often make him seem unapproachable or unsettling when coupled with his stoic features.

His wardrobe consists of heavy, fur-lined coats, thick knitted jumpers, worn tank tops, plenty of neutral t-shirts, a tailored suit or two, heavy-duty boots, and plenty of Adidas merch. Ivan does not always wear his signature beige scarf, especially if the weather is warm. In fact, during the summer, he enjoys wearing clothing that lets his arms breathe and he doesn't mind letting it get dirty or worn. In winter, he dons many layers to keep himself warm for extended periods of time out in the snow. Face-to-face with coworkers in a more formal setting, he breaks out his tailored suit, which is a bit old and dusty, but it does the job.

Ivan is a quiet and standoffish person, at least on the surface. His size and harsh expression usually give off an air of wariness or even an intimidating aura that he often uses to his advantage. He is incredibly good at hiding his emotions or his motivations when the need arises. To say he has a "mask" would be accurate. He can be simplistic in his goals and motivations, but at the same time can show an insatiable curiosity or a detached harshness that is typical of that of a child. He can be uncharacteristically gentle, but also incredibly cold. He is extraordinarily competitive and enjoys a good game or challenge.

When meeting new people, he can best be described as a "schoolyard bully." He will poke and prod relentlessly at someone to gauge a reaction and establish what their boundaries are. Obviously, this approach can cause strife with the more sensitive individuals. With friends, he lightens up considerably, and can even be characterised as rather fun-loving and jovial, a gracious host. He enjoys drinking and playing games with his friends, which are few and far between, and, as a result, are cherished. However, his good mood can switch in an instant if he feels threatened or feels the need to defend himself. He is driven and intently focused on what he wants, and is not above doing whatever is necessary to get it.

HOME(S): Nowadays, Ivan has two homes. One is his flat in Moscow which is part of an old, nine-story complex. It is very small, cramped, but manageable. It consists of a bedroom, kitchen, living/dining room, and balcony. Ivan is hardly one for keeping his living space tidy and organised—it is in a constant state of chaos. He will clean a little in preparation for company. His second home is his dacha, or country house, which is far outside the city centre. It is a colourful wooden building next to a small lake where he spends weekends away during the warmer months. There, he tends a vegetable garden and has his own self-built banya room, or Russian sauna, to relax and recuperate in.

PET(S): Currently, he owns one pet. Murka (Мурка) is a large, long-haired Siberian cat. She usually splays herself across his broad shoulders and has a calm, gentle disposition. She hardly ever hisses, but has a tendency to yowl. Due to her unusually massive size and the weight of all her fur, he will sometimes pick her up and annoy her by doing multiple reps. His flat is covered in her long hair, which is constantly shedding. Despite that, Ivan adores her.

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Messing with people could be considered one of his many, many skills. Russia intended on utilising it to the best of his ability when he saw the other nation walking along the slush- and snow-covered pavement, unprepared and unaware to his presence. Perfect.

He plotted his approach with utmost care; darting past passersby with his hands buried in his pockets. While Russia had the tendency to stick out like a sore thumb, he had his moments. Besides, it was clear that, with his back to him, the other nation had yet to spot him as he lessened the distance between them.