[двадцать пять]

[kol_shevik]

[The first thing he feels is warmth.

The second (the dull ache in his chest), third (the raw feeling of a half-healed throat) and fourth (the still searing pain of the slowly closing gash in his leg) things all decide to hit him at once, just to make sure he didn't forget about them, because they're lonely and Russia never calls.

Before he even

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[lotuslife]

[She catches her breath when she hears him on the phone, and is about to say something before how awful he sounds hits her.]

C-Comrade... I hope I find you well, but... [Of course it can't be true.]

[kol_shevik]

[At least he's not the half-dead-zombie-like-Russia he was yesterday, though he'll never admit it.]

Of course, comrade. Is just something in the air. You are well?

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[lotuslife]

That does not matter. No, I--

private;

[lotuslife]

[Thought you were gone. And then she would be well and truly isolated from the rest of the world- politically and mentally.

Weakness is unbecoming in any situation, and she swallows it back. It is clear to her that Russia is injured, and does not show it; dignity is important to preserve.]

...

I had relocated to the house America keeps here in his absence. If he is to return, then- [she cuts herself off; too soon to ask if she can go back to his home, as much as it feels like a prison within a prison here.] Are you at your house, Comrade?

[mostpopulous]

-Comrade? Comrade! Russia, I-

[...wait. Wait. Daaayum, bro, you sound terrible. Like a dying bear or something.]

....is you not feeling well?

[kol_shevik]

Feel fine. Must be line of phone having strange connection.

[mostpopulous]

Could be, these phones not best in world.

[YOU DON'T FOOL HIM.]

Would mind if came to see? Has been...awhile.

[kol_shevik]

Да. Comrade should come visit. Is not good to speak over broken phone.

[bawlingforsoup]

M-Mister Russia--! Y-You're back--!

[kol_shevik]

Latvia.

Is very good to hear your voice~! You are wishing to help Russia with a few things now, Да?

[DOESN'T HE SOUND SO MUCH MORE THREATENING WHEN THE ELMO VOICE SOUNDS LIKE IT'S GARGLED SOME GRAVEL I BET IT DOES.]

[bawlingforsoup]

Y-You d-don't sound very w-well...

[CAN YOU HEAR THE SMALL CONCERN AND BIG FEAR IN HIS VOICE CAN YOU]

U-Um... W-What do you n-need?

[kol_shevik]

[LUCKILY FOR YOU, HIS EARS WERE UNAFFECTED BY THE EVENT.]

Feel fine.

Need something from downstairs, but-- [Hold on let me think of a plausible excuse.]

...But need to wash my hair. Little Latvia will come fetch it for Russia now.

[mydedicatedfix]

Well.

This means your file doesn't need updating then, correct?

[kol_shevik]

[Do you really want him to try kolkolkoling right now, Kid. It will sound like it's from an even deeper circle of hell than it already does.]

Pitiful tricks of town cannot possibly hope to defeat pillar of strength of the Soviet Union.

[mydedicatedfix]

[BUT HIS RECORDS]

Well, that strength better last, I only have one typewriter ribbon. I can't have people dying left and right, I'd never have the chance to keep up! You realize the implications.

--You are drinking plenty of fluids, correct? A perfect eight glasses?

[kol_shevik]

There are many who are dying?

...Plenty. [Which means none, because the vodka burns too much to drink right now and psshaw water what is that.]

[motheringnation]

B..Brother....

[he's back, brother is back. Thank goodness...]

Brother does not sound well.

[She tries to pull herself together..]

Will be over in a few minutes.

[kol_shevik]

Sounds fine, but if Sister must, can come visit. Why is sister leaving house in first place?

[motheringnation]

Yes brother.

[Ignoring that last bit and is soon knocking on the door of your house]

[kol_shevik]

[By this point, he's limped/fallen/rolled down the stairs and may or not be waiting creepily right inside the door, which he opens in a hurry.]