...Laika? Here girl, come home, Laika. Please, don't run!
[Footsteps, and Russia hisses suddenly in pain. A childish voice asks, "Are you hurt?"
The answer is the heavy thump of a pipe on the floor. Well shit. THAT DOESN'T WORK. Russia begins walking again, this time more hurriedly as he walks away from the... idk computer/radio/who the fuck knows
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...what the.. was that Russian?
America stared as someone in an oddly familiar scarf started coming his way. And so, like the American ninja he was, he was going to try to blend into the shadows and let the communist go on his way never mind that he forgot to shut the flash light off]
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The dog disappeared around a corner and, for the first time, Russia noticed the beam of light just ahead of him. He turned on his own flashlight to shine it directly in America's face.]
...Hello, America.
[Honestly, he was just too exhausted and upset to feign any good feelings towards America. He walked over, the pipe in his hand dragging along the floor.]
Why are you standing against the wall like that?
[Suddenly a thought strikes him, and he smiles derisively.]
Are you supposed to be hiding?
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And then, he was temporarily blinded. He bit back a wince and squeezed his eyes shut until the light went away. Goddammit, now he saw all these obnoxious spots everywhere. He blinked a few times.]
Russia. [He offered simply in greeting, stepping out of his 'hiding' spot reluctantly. Suddenly, he wished he was back with the guy and the cleaver. He kept his eyes on Russia's face, though his grip tightened some on his flash light.]
Maybe I was. [He offered vaguely in a wise ass manner, smirking slightly. No, see, America was an idiot. He wasn't as afraid of Russia as he should've been. Of course, the insanity of everything was taking a toll on his nerves. He just wanted to sleep goddammit.]
Finished chasing your dog?
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[Oh, America DEFINITELY was an idiot, to talk to Russia--the Soviet Union, no less--in such a manner. Russia manages to laugh lightly and control his anger, despite his exhaustion. He still grips his pipe a little tighter though.]
No. I was following her when I saw you. So, in a way, it is your fault if she has managed to escape.
[Russia stepped closer, lowering his flashlight. You can still see the tense smile on his face if you squint through the darkness. At this point, his voice is only a hoarse whisper.]
I have lost her once. I will not lose her again.
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