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[nsovietrussia]

He stood quietly to the side, dressed in full splendor for the occasion, though no amount of pomp could hide his state. The deep circles under his eyes, the hollowed cheeks and protruding cheek bones betraying how thin he'd become. Boris had done some things right, yes, but he'd done many, many things wrong. But despite it all, there was a small

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[russiawhite]

Splendor indeed. Beautiful ceremony, beautiful celebration to follow. His hope would be hers. Negotiations ran strong, yes, between the nations' leaders, but nothing was ever quite written in stone, and the younger nation was kept quite busy for almost a decade then. A decade of rebirth, of growth, as the promise made to her was a promise well kept. As much of a horrible leader the prior had been for her brother, the promise to her had been kept, and with her independence, she kept her promise to grow stronger. To be worthy of being his sister. But in the end, they were always connected enough that his success would mean everything to her

[nsovietrussia]

He almost didn't notice the woman at first, still utterly transfixed with the inauguration celebrations and lost in his own thoughts. Though before to long his field of vision widened from the tunnel-like focus it had and the hooded figure bled into his sight. Stopping dead in his tracks in a mixture of tired obedience and curiosity, he looks at her fully now, as though trying to see her face through her hood - and failing, obviously. She was familiar, very familiar, but he couldn't be sure...

Taking a step towards her he tilted his head slightly to one side, and quickly glancing back to the pair of men up ahead and scanning the area to be sure there were no potential threats in the area, he craned his head again to try and look at her in a wordless inquiry. It would have probably been too loud to hear a proper question, anyways.

[russiawhite]

His silence, his lack of response other than an inquisitive tilt of his head... had so much time passed, was she forgetting something about his personality? Normally he would have stopped and acted out at the interruption of his business.

Belarus waited longer, continuing to hold her hand out to him. The step closer didn't bother her. Brother never bothered her, happy or angry, if he came closer to her. She was patient to wait for the last few bodies to leave, before bringing her hands up mutually and pulling the hood off her head to show him her face. Her eyes were wide as they studied him up close, and it was clear she, herself, had worked very hard to make his mercy on her worth it to him. "Brother," she said in his tongue, "you look as though you could use a companion."

[nsovietrussia]

He would have, yes, years ago. But those were different days, days when he mattered more, and when paranoia kept him questioning everything. But he was so tired, so stretched lately, he was placated. Willing to accept an interruption from some unknown civilian (or so he thought) calmly, and willing to just listen to what they need