sixteenth bottle of vodka; [voice; Russian / accidental video]
[The audio feed is clicked on, but for a few moments, there's no voice. A few soft clinks of metal against metal, the rustling of fabric, heavy breathing and soft whimpering can be heard before chuckling.]
Ahh! Yes, yes, now we can begin.
[Russia clears his throat, and then speaks in distinct, childlike Russian. The sound effects from before now occur, though Russia has to pause occasionally because apparently he's winded. Fatty.]
Quite the struggle our subject had, da? So much energy.. is beneficial to positive outcome! [There's a shink sound, and the soft scraping of metal being prepped against... something.]
Tonight, science will be made clear!
[The soft sounds of struggling, and more whimpering.] I d-d-don't think we're r-ready for this!
[Russia's voice speaks again, but it's off to the distance now.]
Quiet. No need to be so argumentative, Latviya. Have seen this done multiple times before. [To dogs. But.. technicalities. There's a tap of metal on metal.]
Easy or hard, Latviya. Choose.
I-I don't want t-to do this...w-we could wait! M-maybe a doctor w-would be better suited for t-this!? A-after all! We w-wouldn't want m-mister Russia's coat to get r-ruined! B-blood stains...
[There's a pause. Before more shuffling of fabric.]
Da, yes! Blood is troublesome to remove from clothing! Good thinking, Latviya! [...] There! Now coat is nice and protected. Shall we begin?
P-Please reconsider...
[Russia hums a bit to himself, ignoring Latvia's pleas.] What makes a nation a nation, anyway? The point at which we are no longer who we are and are just merely human? How close to humans are we?
[Enjoy the barely audible sound of a knife piercing flesh, and then Latvia screaming. It doesn't last long before he starts sobbing. Russia hums a bit again, before he starts to sing. A lullaby of the Russian variety.]
Bayu-bayushki-bayu,
Ne lozhisya na krayu.
Pridyot serenkiy volchok,
On ukhvatit za bochok
I utashchit vo lesok
Pod rakitovy kustok.
[After each line, there's another stabbing sound, the words accenting with the motion causing it most likely; another scream, and then more sobbing. Eventually, though, the sobbings quiet down. Obviously, it's not because of the lullaby.]
...Latviya? Ahh, see? All that struggling tired you out, da? Is okay, little one.. rest now. Russia is almost finished..
[..taptaptap. Another stabbing sound, a bit more controlled this time.]
...yes. Yes. So it is same! Is glorious, almost ingenious! My people could revolutionize so much with this-!
[He giggles a moment, and there's the sound of something being knocked over. Whatever was supporting the device fell, and now the device has hit the ground, bounced, and clicked the visual in the process. Russia is wearing an old sheet for a labcoat, and his face, hair, and front portion of it is covered in blood. He's holding a blood soaked butcher knife in one hand and focused on something tiny in his other. There's a still body on an overturned refrigerator, which was apparently used as a makeshift operation table, one of which has blood dripping down the sides and pooling on the floor. It is Latvian in nature because it has six toes. The background is blurry, and hell, even the device has splotches of blood on it, but he's definitely not in the hospital.]
You are welcome, Latviya! Tonight, Russia has set you free!
(ooc: Not cut IC, of course. Technically joint post with Latvia-mun's permission. Lullaby translation is here. There was mod approval with this, of course. Feel free to react and whatever, but if you're going to try to 'hunt him down', let me know okay?)
Ahh! Yes, yes, now we can begin.
[Russia clears his throat, and then speaks in distinct, childlike Russian. The sound effects from before now occur, though Russia has to pause occasionally because apparently he's winded. Fatty.]
Quite the struggle our subject had, da? So much energy.. is beneficial to positive outcome! [There's a shink sound, and the soft scraping of metal being prepped against... something.]
Tonight, science will be made clear!
[The soft sounds of struggling, and more whimpering.] I d-d-don't think we're r-ready for this!
[Russia's voice speaks again, but it's off to the distance now.]
Quiet. No need to be so argumentative, Latviya. Have seen this done multiple times before. [To dogs. But.. technicalities. There's a tap of metal on metal.]
Easy or hard, Latviya. Choose.
I-I don't want t-to do this...w-we could wait! M-maybe a doctor w-would be better suited for t-this!? A-after all! We w-wouldn't want m-mister Russia's coat to get r-ruined! B-blood stains...
[There's a pause. Before more shuffling of fabric.]
Da, yes! Blood is troublesome to remove from clothing! Good thinking, Latviya! [...] There! Now coat is nice and protected. Shall we begin?
P-Please reconsider...
[Russia hums a bit to himself, ignoring Latvia's pleas.] What makes a nation a nation, anyway? The point at which we are no longer who we are and are just merely human? How close to humans are we?
[Enjoy the barely audible sound of a knife piercing flesh, and then Latvia screaming. It doesn't last long before he starts sobbing. Russia hums a bit again, before he starts to sing. A lullaby of the Russian variety.]
Bayu-bayushki-bayu,
Ne lozhisya na krayu.
Pridyot serenkiy volchok,
On ukhvatit za bochok
I utashchit vo lesok
Pod rakitovy kustok.
[After each line, there's another stabbing sound, the words accenting with the motion causing it most likely; another scream, and then more sobbing. Eventually, though, the sobbings quiet down. Obviously, it's not because of the lullaby.]
...Latviya? Ahh, see? All that struggling tired you out, da? Is okay, little one.. rest now. Russia is almost finished..
[..taptaptap. Another stabbing sound, a bit more controlled this time.]
...yes. Yes. So it is same! Is glorious, almost ingenious! My people could revolutionize so much with this-!
[He giggles a moment, and there's the sound of something being knocked over. Whatever was supporting the device fell, and now the device has hit the ground, bounced, and clicked the visual in the process. Russia is wearing an old sheet for a labcoat, and his face, hair, and front portion of it is covered in blood. He's holding a blood soaked butcher knife in one hand and focused on something tiny in his other. There's a still body on an overturned refrigerator, which was apparently used as a makeshift operation table, one of which has blood dripping down the sides and pooling on the floor. It is Latvian in nature because it has six toes. The background is blurry, and hell, even the device has splotches of blood on it, but he's definitely not in the hospital.]
You are welcome, Latviya! Tonight, Russia has set you free!
(ooc: Not cut IC, of course. Technically joint post with Latvia-mun's permission. Lullaby translation is here. There was mod approval with this, of course. Feel free to react and whatever, but if you're going to try to 'hunt him down', let me know okay?)