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Report | 08/31/2010 1:10 am

*Quickly lets go of the curtain...doesn't want to meet his 'ex' mentor yet...can't help but crack a smile, though this time it seemed forced* As Mr. America would say, what won't kill you will make you stronger, gala... *Wants to depserately kiss his forehead in comfort becase the Latvian looks so miserable...just the image is churning his stomach....* H-How long...will you be here, gala? *Deeply concerned for his health and well being...and feeling an odd sense of guilt for reasons he cannot quite explain*

Report | 08/31/2010 12:57 am

Nomadic King

*Peeks in, gripping the curtain tightly, even his knuckles a pale white... There was no blush and no uplifting Mongolian Spirit to be found* Latvia...you're hurt, gala... *Struck dumb by the sight before him, only able to murmer the obvious...knows who's work this was, having dealt with it in his own time...and yet doesn't want to believe it...doesn't want to ask....*

Report | 08/31/2010 12:40 am

Nomadic King

*Knocks quickly on the door, face pale as a sheet...is SURE that there are more demons than ever are running about to cause all this misfortune* Sain bana uu, Latvia....

Report | 08/30/2010 6:31 pm

Schwarz Rot Gold

-At the sound of the Latvian's voice, he opened and slipped through the door. He swept his gaze around the room until his eyes finally settled on the small and bedridden nation- Ah.. Guten tag, Latvia.
How are you?

-He couldn't discern the extent of his injuries from his current standpoint, but he could only imagine their severity due to who inflicted them-

Report | 08/30/2010 2:12 pm

Toris Lorinaitis

Riga..? o.o *he blinks, still not quite comprehending.. a cousin maybe? He'd never met..* Huh? Ah, no, you don't have to thank me. ^^ ;; Please.. *nods* Sure. I'm sure he couldn't have left the house. *nods* It's fine. I had to.. ah..
Oh, I feel like I should warn you. I don't want to upset you or anything... but I don't want you to get surprised and have a heart attack or anything. <<;; Well... *points to a curtain separating the other half of the small hospital room* Russia is sleeping on the other side of that... B-But don't worry, he can't really move either, and he's on a lot of meds.. ^^ ;; I don't think he remembers..

Report | 08/30/2010 1:58 pm

Toris Lorinaitis

But.. still.. *smiles back at him* Hmm.. *wonders if Russia really could find them if they hid really well* Hm? Did you get a new girlfriend while I wasn't looking? *blinks* Ah? I.. don't know. I was sort of in a hurry.. *hearing screams and running with a bat, crap he left his favorite bat in the cellar.. and the bringing Latvia here..* Ahh... *all this runs through his head* ...I'll look for him when I go back. I've been here since I brought you. ^^ ;;

Report | 08/30/2010 1:41 pm

Toris Lorinaitis

Hmm.. *nods and sighs* I wish I'd gone with you, for support at least.. and protection. *wry little smile* He's always the lucky one, hm? *tucks in his brother's sheets a bit* Ah.. ne, he'd have probably just hunted for you. *shivers a bit* Well, maybe next time? ^^ ; Hmm.. *thinks of something* Want me to bring you some books or anything..?

Report | 08/30/2010 1:21 pm

Toris Lorinaitis

*frowns a little and shakes his head, hardly grateful to her for anything* Ne.. Why, did you.. *swallows a little* You asked to leave? Prussia wants to go live somewhere else, so Russia's not in a 'letting anyone go' sort of mood. Plus, before that.. >>;; Eduard ditched us in the middle of the night. *bites his lip* I mean he escaped. v.v ;; *nods* Your legs will heal with enough time, don't worry. I think if you were human it'd be a different story, but.. You'll walk again. *can only imagine the fear of not being able to run again* ..

Report | 08/30/2010 1:29 am

Schwarz Rot Gold

-Unsure if he's allowed to have visitors yet, he results to knocking on the door to Latvia's hospital room all while hoping he's not going to get shooed away by a cranky nurse-

Report | 08/30/2010 12:25 am

Toris Lorinaitis

*immediately winces as his brother does when he tries to rise* Ahh, see? I told you.. *he smiled weakly back when Latvia looked up at him, tired and beaten* Ah, no, you don't have to trouble over that. I'll always try to help you when I can. *for this he smiles a little brighter* You were pretty brave too, I saw you stick him with the knife.. *doesn't usually condone stabbing, but in this case it was very necessary. So was a bat.* It'll be a while before you can walk though, the doctor told me.. Youre knee, ah, both your legs.. and your ribs. It'll need some time to heal. v.v ;;

Report | 08/30/2010 12:14 am

King Gilbert

-A heaving Gilbird arrived at his hospital room with a letter rolled up and attached to one of it's legs, and a magazine with a couple naked women standing with German Shepherds on the cover clutched between his tiny claws-

Report | 08/30/2010 12:07 am

Toris Lorinaitis

Ah.. *He instantly hushed his voice a bit more, but kept it loud enough for Latvia to hear.* You're at the hospital now. B-Be careful, don't try to move okay..? It's best if you lay still and rest. *He pressed his hand gently with his thumb to let Latvia know where he was.* I'm.. I'm sorry I couldn't save you sooner. I didn't hear until it was too late. v.v ;;

Report | 08/29/2010 11:43 pm

Toris Lorinaitis

*With adrenaline and strong urge to protect and help, he was able to carry Latvia away with only a single glance back at the fallen Russian. He'd managed to get away with less damage than usual, only a deep gash into his wrist, but he couldn't tell where his blood dripped and his brother's was. It probably didn't matter, they may as well have the same. He'd somehow made it to the hospital, few people were out so few had seen. The doctors quickly took Latvia from his weakening arms and forced Lithuania into an examination room to check in he had injuries as well. He couldn't talk for a while, just breathing heavily and asking to see his brother.* ...Please, I'm fine, it's nothing.. *He repeated but they didn't listen until he was cleaned and treated. He'd managed to tell the doctors there was another injured party and they went to retrieve Russia post-haste*

[ ~Some time later~ ]

Oh.. Raivis. *His poor brother was bandaged from head to toe. He stood at his bedside and gently took his hand.*

[ Sorry for the long reply... xD ;; Just trying to catch you up. :B ]

Report | 08/29/2010 4:50 pm

Toris Lorinaitis

*Has managed to fight back Russia and carried the bloody mess that was once his little Latvia to a hospital to be cared for, consequences be damned* >< ;;

Report | 08/29/2010 2:56 pm

Schwarz Rot Gold

-Sighs silently-
Ja.. you know how she is. Probably more than I do, I bet.

Report | 08/29/2010 2:21 pm

Comrade Russia

-To him there was nothing better than this. The strength, the sureness, the joy that came from seeing the little body shatter by his hand was breathtaking; and his breaths were as quick and high-strung as if he were having the time of his life. The screams that preceded the tears satisfied him, and the horrified sobbing only further quenched his mad, unyielding, thirst. Several more blows were made to his chest and trunk after there was little left of the Baltic nation's former legs. His bludgeoning arm only ceased movement at the dull and far-seeming pain of the knife plunged into his own leg... he barely noticed it at first; but as his eyes trained down casually towards the jutting hilt, there was a new sound. An almost metallic BASH sounded as the oldest Baltic brought a bat against the back of the Russian's skull. The round face that was so terribly close to the Latvian went half-blank, eyes nearly rolling back before he turned away in a sweeping motion; swinging the crowbar to fend off the anonymous aggressor. The song was over.-

Report | 08/29/2010 1:27 pm

Comrade Russia

-The sounds and sensations were almost too much to resist; his heart would have surely been racing if it had been in it's proper place.. The scream chilled and thrilled him to heights of pleasure he had long forgotten; and it caught him. The Russian stared down in soundless pleasure as his victim curled up against the wall, but he was literally backed into a corner; a dead end. There would be no escape. Less than a second later the now bloody crowbar crashed into the knee of the opposite leg; the kneecap audibly shattering barely noticeable over the sick squelch that came from the contact with sheer, raw flesh- Ах, красавица, душа-девица....

-He jerked it back easily; staring down at the seemingly lovely picture for a moment, barely aware enough to notice the blood splatters on his coat and boots-

Полюби же ты меня...~

-the long iron crowbar was flipped in his pale, crimson dyed hands-

Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли...

-and the jagged edge was brought down against the remaining bone; ripping and chiseling and digging into the soft flesh as he struck again and again..-

Полюби же ты меня~!

-And he did all of this with a dark, twisted grin that seemed to strangely mix his wide, intrigued eyes. He had not felt so alive in a long time, and the joy and rapture filled him; thrilled him.-

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя~!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя~~!

-he paused only to lick the fresh splattered blood from his cheek, grinning from ear to ear as he stared down at his lovely prey..-

Report | 08/29/2010 11:33 am

Comrade Russia

-The tune carried easily from his tongue, but even this was not enough to stifle the sudden rush of bliss that was permeating his senses; making each cry and sensation under his hands brilliant and vibrant. Each scream and pleading gasp was like candy to him, each a new hit of the strange joy that came with having complete and total power over someone. The metal handle of the great door felt cool and smooth under his hand; felt real and concrete as so few things did anymore. He had become calm and passive of late, and had too often seen things pending and planned to be done; had too often seen no results. But this was real, and the results were something he could nearly feel, could nearly taste. Before he knew it he was at the bottom of the stairs and closing in on his prey with barely a moment to remind himself to make it slow enough to enjoy- ~

Ах, сосенушка ты зеленая..

-A large hand clamped in a crushing grip over his arm; hauling and dragging the Latvian across the room-

Не шуми же надо мной~!

-He was thrown against the wall; and the first thing he would feel would be the crushing pain of a knee to his stomach-

Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли..~

-The voice that was so near him seemed to sing with more passion; the large, pale hands seeming like white apparitions in the dim light of the dungeon as he grasped about for something obscure in the darkness-

Не шуми же надо мной~!

-It closed about something long and dark; a crowbar that had been laying on a nearby crate of vodka. The metal was cold and dirty; but felt good, heavy, in his grasp-

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя~!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя~!

-there was a dull 'sssh!' sound as the cold metal cut the air in the speed it was swung at the boy's leg; making contact with a sickening CRUNCH-

Report | 08/29/2010 7:59 am

Lil Matryoshka

Ohh! Cool!
Good luck then!
-she blushes a light pink and does a curtsy for you-
I think even though we're small, we can do anything!
And if you need help, Sea will do her best!

(( I did! whee I should find more nations to ask for acknowledgement from. 3nodding Heehee ))

Report | 08/29/2010 7:51 am

Lil Matryoshka

Ya!
-looks at the formal clothes-
Ohh Ohh, what are you going to do?
Serious stuff?
You have to work?
-little pout-

(( Maybe I'll say hi then! Heehee, Sea thought it was a word! Huggable! It's in the dictionary of cute! heart ))

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