part 83 ran so far away

[aphanon_meme]

It was going to be titled after the pumpkin shortage, but, I can't handle that many shortages so I'm pretending like that isn't happening. Especially around the US Thanksgiving, too... ;3; Pumpkin, noooo. Well. Anyway!

Enjoy part 83! :)

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[bake_einsamcake]

[only now got through to the two of them]

Russland.

You put that gun down right now or I can't guarantee for anything.

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[moonhasnowind]

I teach little brat respect. [holds his gun tightly][

/slow

[teutonic_pruss]

[stands up shakily]

...Unawesome! YOU'RE NOT TEACHING ME ANYTHING, I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!

[awesomely hides behind germany, wiping the blood from his lip]

<3

[bake_einsamcake]

Honestly, I know his education is lacking terribly, and I certainly don't condone his general behaviour, but you can not wield a weapon in a world meeting! That... that's just...

[stands rigid, holding out his hand]

Give it to me. It is hereby confiscated.

no love, germany. no love.

[moonhasnowind]

...Nyet. Mine. Issued by Red Army. I must have it or I will be yelled at. [hides it childishly behind his back]

Alright, let's play tough.

[bake_einsamcake]

So... you are another Sowiet Russland. I should have known.

Hand it over now or I will have to take it from you by force, and I would rather avoid doing so. Don't worry, you will get it back without the ammunition after the meeting.

You asked for it.

[moonhasnowind]

I think not. [laughs] Or I may have to reinstall Berlin Wall! I do not care if I get it back or not. You will not be taking it in first place.

I guess I did.

[bake_einsamcake]

[stiffens at Russia's remark, narrows his eyes]

Excuse me, what did you say? I think I must have misheard.

Now give me the gun.

[holds out his open hand again, more demandingly this time]

[moonhasnowind]

[smacks your hand away with the gun]

You heard me just fine, Germaniya.

And nyet. Gun will be fine with me.

[bake_einsamcake]

[is still with shock at Russia's insolence for a moment]

You... you didn't just...

[looks over his shoulder at little Prussia]

Preußen, go look for your father!

[turns back to Russia, clearly inflamed with anger; bluffs a hit to his stomach, then quickly tries to grab the gun with one hand while ramming the other elbow into Russia's chest / hopes to get this over with swiftly since fighting at the meeting was clearly not part of his plan]

[teutonic_pruss]

!!

[slips out from behind you, but doesn't go to look for germania, instead scurries around the corner and stays to watch you fight]

[moonhasnowind]

[flinches, then shifts back when Germany rams his elbow into his chest and holds on even tighter when Germany grabs it]

You will not take it from me, Germaniya! Nothing will ever be taken from me again.

[bake_einsamcake]

[they are now both tugging on a (presumably loaded and unlocked) gun with Germany trying to keep the muzzle pointed at the ceiling]

Y-you are insane! Why can't you people adjust to the times? Now don't be stupid, just let me have the gun already! You will get it back, why don't you believe me?

[by now doesn't actually intend to give it back anymore]

Why did you even bring it to the meeting in the first place? Answer me!

[kicks Russia's legs out from under him, pushes him down and quickly gets on top of him, attempting to hold him down, but still not managing to pry the gun out of his grip]

Wanna finish this up later? I gotta head out for pizza.

[moonhasnowind]

I brought it for self-defense! You never know when something might attack you. [tries to wrestle the gun out of his grip, before he gets a better idea; he twists it, or tries to, to face Germany's ugly mug]

Especially in such times, dorogaya. One never knows whom to trust, whom to keep close!

[his mind still lies in the paranoia-torn times of the late 1970's...]

Sure. See you either later today or tomorrow!

[bake_einsamcake]

[puts all his strength into making the gun face in the other direction, however slowly but surely gets it pointed at him]

Russland, you don't want to do this.

[grits his teeth at the effort of putting his strength against Russia's, feeling himself weakening]

You... you are paranoid; I didn't mean you any harm!

[faces the muzzle, freezes with his hands still holding on to the weapon]