Fifteen Sickles

[vodkadrinksyou]

[America's gone. Japan's gone. Hikaru's gone. A lot of other people who would have stopped him are gone. But he's smiling. Oh, is he ever smiling. And he's sitting behind a desk, just an ordinary looking desk in an office building. There's vodka on it, and a globe, and some communist flags. But other than that, it's just another desk. And it's got

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[kryzius]

[knocks lightly before stepping in, tray in his hands]

Ah... I made tea...

[vodkadrinksyou]

Oh, good. Set it down, and don't spill any.

[The cold voice mismatched with the high voice continues.]

[kryzius]

[He's shaking more than a little as he sets the tea down, and a few drops slosh out onto the tray.]

I-I'm... I'm sorry...

[vodkadrinksyou]

[Shakes his head. His eyes are cold, too, when they meet his.]

Don't just stand there. Close the door, Lithuania, and come back here. You have so much to learn.

[There's an almost absentminded reach for the pipe. Almost, but not quite.]

[cruciverbal]

What sort of game, Ivan?

[vodkadrinksyou]

I'm not picky. The kind when people don't get upset when they lose.

[It's flat, for all the high qualities of his voice. Very dull. It's almost as if he isn't himself, but he is. Oh, but he is.]

[cruciverbal]

Sore losers will be upset at losing no matter what the game, Ivan.

[vodkadrinksyou]

Yes. They are rather sore losers, aren't they? But you wouldn't be, would you?

[stained_wing]

... what kind of game

[vodkadrinksyou]

[He almost manages a smile. Almost, but not quite.]

Oh, any game would work. I'm sure you'd like it. Everyone's gone. No one would care what games you'd play.

[stained_wing]

You seem rather... different.

[vodkadrinksyou]

[That same smile. He's very good at it.]

Winter's here. They're all gone. That's all.

[Winter makes him cold.]

[lunaticprophet]

[Waka should really get some new hobbies one day, ones that don't involve meddling or certain death. Today is not that day.

He wanders the Second Level before absentmindedly popping in on Russia. Waka feels the cold, and doesn't like it. Unpleasant memories and such.

But what truly caught his attention was Russia. His presence alone could've frozen over Laochi Lake ten times over. Common sense would've said GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, but Waka is assured that this is nothing he can't handle.

The worse he can get is a little cold, right?]

Bonjour, Russia~! I had forgotten, silly old prophet that I am, to thank you for the vodka. How have you been, mon ami?

[vodkadrinksyou]

[He smiles, but his eyes remain empty and colder than the room. They don't match the expression any more. Not since winter caught up to him. Not since the General found him.]

You're welcome. I hope you enjoyed it. [A grin, all with sharp teeth.]

Never better. [A lie. But it's the General's lie.] And you? Are you ill?

[lunaticprophet]

[He didn't think it was possible that the room could be devoid of anymore warmth, but Russia's smile sent another wake of icy chills throughout the room.

Waka nods, politely enough. He paces the room and tries to hum a bit, to lift off the stifling cold.]

Ah, non, non. But, mon ami, you should really warm the place up a bit, ne? You'll catch your death, sitting in the cold like this.

sorry ;_;

[vodkadrinksyou]

[He laughs, which should send the temperature plummeting a few more degrees.]

No, I won't. I'm perfectly safe, so long as it's cold. [Smile.] But you might.

[The General doesn't like invasions. The General doesn't like people. the General doesn't like anyone.]

[loveforaday]

[yeah, she totally doesn't trust you at all. Never ever ever. :|]

No.

[vodkadrinksyou]

[Then you probably shouldn't have come into this room, yes?]

Oh, why not? I'm sure you'd have a hell of a good time.

[loveforaday]

[No she probably shouldn't but damn curiosity]

I don't trust playing a game with you.

[vodkadrinksyou]

Oh, that's too bad.

[Hums a little, as empty and flat as usual.]

You're already playing one.

[He reaches calmly, carefully, almost certainly for his pipe.]