❝ Ты жив, мой друг? ❞

toberoundistobefree‌:

“Art requires patience,” Heike responded, not even glancing up at him as he spoke. He got so focused on his work when he got into his ‘zone’ that not even a recalcitrant macro was going to take him out of focus. “If you wish to help me with my art, then you will need to be patient, Herr Russland.”

It seems a little silly to Heike, gently scolding a macro. But art was something that he felt like he had the authority on, at least a little bit. You have a little bit of a claim on something if that’s the entire reason for your existence, after all. 

But that was no reason as to why he had to be rude, after all. “…you said that you met Peter? When did you meet him?”

A tiny frown graced his lips, akin to a pout, at the micronation’s words. Patience? He had already been sat here for an hour. His fingers curled against the top of his knee; itching to move more significantly, yet unable to. 

nordlige-stjerne‌:

Humming a soft tune to herself, Johanne was willfully oblivious to someone being a mess and a half just above her. She was, in fact, thinking about what she could do for the spring break she planned on. Maybe go on a quick sail through the Baltic Sea? Maybe go on a bike ride throughout her mainland? 

Endless possibilities.

She stopped just as something dropped right in front of her feet. She stared at it for a moment, contemplating. Was that… Oh, gross.

Looking up to see who could be littering like that, she noticed the culprit. Resting a hand on her hip she gave him a disapproving look.           “Want a ticket for littering? It’s quite a hefty one too.”

Ooh, she didn’t look too happy. Not that that bothered him. In fact, he found it rather entertaining, even if the slice of roast beef had fallen right at her feet as he intended instead of on her head. A chuckle rumbled in his chest, likely too low for her to hear from down below.

“This is not to discard waste,” Russia explained; leaning forward to get a better look at her as he carried on snacking, “It is to get your attention. Very different purpose.”

haknam‌:

This causes Shihong to grow even more aggravated, opting to forego any attempt at removing himself from the stranger and going about with his business. Instead he grits his teeth and grabs the bottle. As he yanks it out of Ivans hand, he steps back a few paces before just… dropping it. Sure enough, from inside the bag something breaks, and liquid keeps through the paper. 

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” 

Now this man was brave. Although, in reality, Russia supposed he could not know exactly who he was going toe-to-toe with. His eyes fell to his shattered bottle, a cold smile still clinging to his lips, before they swept to study the other man proper, this time, rather than a target of his laughter.

coltii-romanesti‌:

Believe it or not, Vlad was having a decent day up til that point. It was quiet, followed by a pleasant breakfast, and a relatively undisturbed walk. Key word: relatively. It took a moment for him to sense the large presence behind him, but he wasn’t quick enough to predict that most unwelcome surprise. He stiffened up like a board, his heart pounding out of his chest for a hot minute. And those words were the icing on the cake.

“I…appreciate the advice…Ivan…” Vlad was still shaken by what could’ve potentially given him a heart attack. He shivered, hoping the feeling of his large hands would go away. But it didn’t seem like they were moving…

After a brief couple seconds of silence, Vlad cleared his throat. “Sooo, is there a reason for you to scare me today? Not like I don’t appreciate your presence, just thought I’d ask.” He added the last part as to dampen the sarcasm and attitude in his question. Yes, he despised the man, but he didn’t want to pick a fight. Especially with him.

Ah. A sinew of disappointment shot through him. He had been hoping to at least get a good yell out of the poor man for catching him unawares. Granted, scaring a nation was more difficult in the long run. They had endured far too many horrors already.

He gave his shoulders a good, hard squeeze and kept them there for a moment or two before deciding to retract his hands back into his pockets. His words switched to English to match the other man. “You left yourself open, that is reason enough,” Russia explained easily; his tone light in spite of his words, “And do not joke, Romania, I know you do not appreciate my presence. That is why I am here with you now!” 

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The large, grey tabby that Natallia had stumbled across in an empty alley certainly looked like she was capable of clawing her face off, but her demeanour was the opposite. Butting her head against the offered hand, a long purr rumbling from her chest as her tail flicked lazily from side-to-side.

Her whiskers bristled forward as fingers met the top of her head and her eyes clenched shut. This cat was a content one, that much was certain. It was not to last, though, as her eyes opened again and at the sight of her owner looming in the entrance to the alleyway, she let out a series of welcoming, yowling meows before striding toward him on massive paws.