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[sunflowersunday]

[HOORAY TODAY IS EASTERN ORTHODOX EASTER TOO. AND I AM NOT RUSSIAN ORTHODOX so seriously feel free to correct me on anything that is about to transpire.Russia is sitting in the dining room. In the dark. Alone. With like two candles burning. There are some wilting sunflowers in an empty jar. Does this sound depressing? Because it totally is. But yet

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[mother_land]

[Roshia creepers by the door for a moment, watching him.

After a few seconds, she knocks lightly on the door frame.]

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[sunflowersunday]

[WATCH AS HE FEASTS. FEAAASSTTTS. Fasting + famine = one hungry Russian.

Russia jumps slightly because HOLY SHIT COMPANY. He only ever has his sisters over for Easter dinner, but the female version of himself is close enough. He stares awkwardly for a moment before remembering social skills propriety. He sits up all gentleman-like (but he's a gawky teen so really that has little effect) and gestures to a seat by him. In Russian:]

Would you like to join me for dinner?

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[mother_land]

[Roshia smiles or maybe it's just the candle flickering, as she's never smiled in canon ever and she sort of nods and bows.]

Yes, thank you.

[She approaches, quietly, wearing her little mink coat and hat and everything, and she goes to sit next to him. She puts down the little canisters she was holding; containers of left over borscht, and some pie that was from before. As well as an onion dyed red egg.]

Left over from lunch. I figured you would be hungry still.

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[sunflowersunday]

[He takes the food gratefully, smiling a little. He tries not to remember how hungry he'd always been before he arrived at Wonderland.]

Thank you for your consideration.

[Russia's shoulders relax a little as he falls into the routine of behaving civilly... and tries to quell a tinge of paranoia. Surely the other Russia wouldn't poison him, right? She's not one of the suspicious boyars or any subordinate of the Commonwealth's. Still...

He distracts himself with the egg.]

They say that a painted egg given from the heart will never spoil, but I have yet to see evidence of this. But perhaps I have just never been given the right egg, yes?

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[zerocolors]

[ Suzaku is ur stalker. always watching. from the ceiling.

ok i kid. but anyway, like any teenager, he is hungry. thus he goes to the kitchen. and there he finds Russia. eating jesus bacon ]

Oh. Hello, Russia-san.

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[sunflowersunday]

[I'VE TAUGHT YOU WELL ;A;

Jesus bacon is always delicious. Russia smiles nervously at the company, nodding his head in acknowledgment. What do friends do on Easter? Other than go to church, of course.]

Hello, Suzaku.

[Awkward pause. WHY ARE HUMANS SO NEEDLESSLY COMPLICATED, WHAT WITH THEIR FRIENDSHIPS AND SHIT.]

...Would you like some?

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[zerocolors]

[ THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMPLIMENTS MAMA ;O;

gawd Russia you cannibal. stop eating your god. ]

Ah...if you don't mind, sure.

[ obviously the best thing to do is do what your heart tells you to do. like. frolic. idk ]

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[sunflowersunday]

[ANY TIME MY WAYWARD SONSKI ;o;

I just learned the other day that bread is supposed to literally become the body of Christ in the Catholic doctrine. Or something. I WAS A LITTLE SURPRISED don't judge meeee.

Have a small smile, Suzaku.]

I do not mind. Today is meant to be spent with others.

[Just not people who are invading you and putting puppet princes on your throne or your failure father who only helps you when you give him land /sob

.../sob]

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[hellyesamerica]

Uhm... Russia?

[She stares for a while. No she is not feeling sorry for cute little Russia. Even though he is quite unlike Roshia. ...But even Russia gets a gift. So she has to mention it..]

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[sunflowersunday]

[WAVE WAVE.]

Привет! Er... hello!

[I AM ADORABLE AND CATHOLIC. SHOWER ME WITH GIFTS.]

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[hellyesamerica]

[D-d'aww...]

Uh.. hi!

Hey, I painted an egg for you, and got you some chocolate, too! Can I bring it to you?

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[sunflowersunday]

[AS LONG AS IT'S NOT POISONED.]

You did? ...Okay.

[He looks surprised. Just this face forever.]

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[watchful_knight]

[Okay, so you clearly are of the wrong denomination, but that doesn't mean that they can't live together, Poland has taught him so much. Even if they can't do the religious part of the celebration together, that's not everything.

So have a somewhat tinier Lithuania than what you're used to with an armful of fresh sunflowers knocking against the doorpost.]

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[sunflowersunday]

[Under any other circumstance, he would have welcomed Lithuania with open arms and smiles and maybe a pipe. Still, he's pretty AHHHHHHHH about both Poland and Lithuania. It happens.

Lithuania may be tinier (and that is weird to him), but he's still, in Russia's mind, the enemy, or at least a future enemy until this whole False Demetri fiasco is resolved.

Russia's inner reaction is this: DHSJAKPRTEGHWUKRFHAWGBRGKWEGKHEAJDSRT

Russia's outer reaction is to jump a little, set his face into a cold expression, and grip his fork a little too tightly. In Russian:]

H-hello.

[Translation: DON'T HURT ME.]

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[watchful_knight]

Good morning, Muskovy.

[That's what you get for being nice ;O; Anyway he'll come a few steps inside and offer the flowers to him.]

You liked those, if I remember right?

[Flowers are kind of a big deal to almost all of Eastern Europe, so he pays attention to that.]

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[sunflowersunday]

[KINDNESS IS CONFUSING TO HIM. ESPECIALLY FROM LITHUANIA. AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE AT WAR WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

Russia blinks in confusion and carefully takes the flowers (hoping that there are no knives hidden among the stems.)]

I do. ...Thank you, I suppose.

[The thanks is said as though it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He stares blandly at Lithuania.]

Why are you doing this?

[Video] This time with less dynamite orz

[hurricanebomber]

[During a lull in the food inhalation:] Happy Easter, Russia.

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[sunflowersunday]

Христос воскресе, ...erm.

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[hurricanebomber]

It's Gokudera.