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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Mar 17, 2010 20:35:14 GMT -5
[[OOC: Anyone can join! I hope I did this right!]]
Belarus sat on a pillow of moss with her back leaned up against a tree. In her hand, she held a daisy and she was staring at it like it held the key to the universe, life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. In a way, it did because she was currently using it in a round of He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not and whatever the flower told her would be the answer to the question that plagues her mind daily. (Despite the fact that she was killing the flower slowly and painfully, she willed it to give it the answer she wanted threateningly.)
"Brother..." she said, tearing off another flower petal off. She did it in such a way that there was a faint screaming coming from the flower that couldn't be heard unless someone spoke Flowerese. "He loves me..." she said, ripping off another. "He loves me not..." her face got scary as she said those words, a dark aura passing over her. A kitten died on the other side of the world.
As Belarus tore the final pedal off, she smiled cutely. "I knew it," she said. He loved her. Obviously.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 17, 2010 20:55:52 GMT -5
America headed over to the pond from the dorms ready to do some fishing. He had his pole, his lures, his bait, and a copy of this month's Outdoor Life magazine. The thing that he loved about American cities (in addition to, oh, EVERYTHING ELSE) was the fact that they often had woodsy areas like this where one could come and fish or jog or just get a breath of fresh air! He wondered vaguely if this pond was even natural, and also if it contained any fish at all...
He would find out! Maybe he'd catch a Kraken!
America abruptly stopped when he heard a tree apparently speak with a girl's voice. He looked at the big mossy thing and tilted his head.
"Is someone there?" he asked. There had to be. Trees didn't talk. And fairies didn't exist. And Boston hadn't had any UFO sightings recently so it wasn't aliens...
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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Mar 17, 2010 21:30:03 GMT -5
Belarus heard an intruder. She checked the tracking device that she had implanted in Russia while he was sleeping but it was not reacting at all. It was not her beloved and therefore, it was absolutely no one. Cautiously, she padded her hand among the moss she was sitting on for the meat cleaver she had hidden among the clover. It was still there if she needed it.
She turned toward the sound of the voice but did not say anything to the newcomer. After all, this person could be a murderer, or worse. This person could be someone who wasn't Russia. Belarus had to make sure she covered all the bases.
Perhaps she should take out her machete just in case.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 17, 2010 21:37:19 GMT -5
No response. That was weird. America wasn't afraid of any talking tree, though, so he approached it without caution.
"Hellooooo? Someone's gotta be there, right? Trees only talk in the Lord of the Rings! That's not a real life kinda thing!" As he said this, he placed one hand on the trunk of the tree and tried to subtly see if there was anyone hiding on the other side.
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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Mar 17, 2010 21:47:19 GMT -5
Listening as the person's voice got louder and louder, Belarus' eyes widened and she got to her feet. Creeping slowly over toward a tall tree, she hid behind it. Using all of her might, she willed the person to either leave or spontaneously combust. (Either would be fine with her.) It wasn't until she saw someone else's hand planted on that very tree that she realized this person was a lot closer than she had originally thought.
Shifting away from the hand, Belarus rounded the tree slowly, attempting to keep her distance from the stranger. If she needed the spiked club she brought, it was merely an arm's reach away.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 17, 2010 21:52:57 GMT -5
America thought to do a sneaky move he'd often either seen done in the movies or yelled at the action heroes to do because if they only focus their attention to one area, they're going to get hurt real fast, real quick. This move involved originally focusing his attention at one specific area, then REALLY ABRUPTLY AND RANDOMLY looking in other directions, in this case on the other side of the tree, behind him, and down at his shoes.
One of these motions allowed him to see Belarus. "Whoa!" he yelled as his heart beat just a little bit quicker - he wasn't expecting that to work, but in hindsight, why wouldn't it? He was just that good! "Hi!"
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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Mar 17, 2010 22:08:22 GMT -5
Belarus had been caught! She pulled away from the tree and looked at America, her hands behind her back in an innocent gesture (but actually so that she could reach the hidden machete just in case). She bit her bottom lip and averted her eyes from the American and sighed in disappointment that he hadn't magically turned into Russia in the past couple seconds.
Though he had greeted her, Belarus still was angry at him for not being Russia so she returned his greeting quietly and resentfully, not making eye contact.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 17, 2010 22:19:11 GMT -5
Wow, good job not making eye contact and making things weird, Belarus! America raised an eyebrow and quickly decided against shaking her hand, at least for the time being. Had he scared her? He thought he'd been kind of obvious with his "Is anyone there"'s, but maybe she was... deaf? Or something? But she just said hello back, so maybe just hearing impaired, then?
America knew a bit of American Sign Language, though, and incorporated what he knew into his spoken introduction. "What's your name? My name is Alfred! I'm America." Signing names was such a pain, sometimes he forgot or messed up the letters, but if she could actually hear him, all the better!
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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Mar 17, 2010 22:29:35 GMT -5
She watched him flap his arms around and assumed he must be in the school's special needs program. "Hello, Alfred," Belarus spoke in a quiet voice, her eyes moving back to face America. She thought about speaking slowly to accomodate the slow processing speed of his brain but she also did not plan on speaking to him long so she was not worried about the quality of the conversation.
"I'm Natalia and I'm waiting for my prince," she informed him, straightening the hem of her dress. "So unless you are a frog who will turn into Russia when kissed, the exit is back the way you came."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 17, 2010 22:34:07 GMT -5
Whoa, wait? Kissed? Frog? He forced himself to smile, but took a single step backwards - he didn't want to kiss her, no offense, especially after she'd just called him a frog.
"I used to have a pen-pal called Natalia..." he said, out of lack of anything better to say and in the hopes that if he continued talking she wouldn't try anything. He forgot the sign language, and that was all right because it was fairly obvious she didn't need it.
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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Mar 17, 2010 22:56:31 GMT -5
Belarus recalled being a penpal and she recalled being Natalia as the latter was still true. She brought her hand to chin and thought for a moment. "Oh yes," she said, her face flushing for having forgotten. "The hero."
She relaxed very minimally and decided that if he were, in fact, the Alfred from her letters, she would not need to use his blood as a sacrfice in Russia's name. However, perhaps the fact that he was someone slightly more meaningful than the average stranger only made his blood more appealing for sacrificial needs.
"You're shorter in person," she observed out loud, an extremely light smile appearing on her face.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 17, 2010 23:05:42 GMT -5
She knew he was a hero already? That was... a start! America laughed, "That's right! So you were my penpal?"
Crazy penpal. With letters with mysterious stains on them and full of praise for her... was it her brother? That was weird. He couldn't have gotten a normal middle school penpal, of course not.
"And if you think I'm short, you haven't see my room mate, or Japan or China." He frowned, recalling that he still owed China money, which was ridiculous since his was a capitalistic economy and China was still communist. How embarrassing...
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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Mar 17, 2010 23:14:45 GMT -5
"No thank you," Belarus politely declined. After all, she had no need to for shorter people considering the admirable tall stature her brother claimed. His height was glorious and anyone shorter than him was considered short (conversely, anyone taller than him was considered tall).
She remembered Alfred's letters and writing him while in school. They weren't anything too monumental but they were always sunny and cheerful. And he used a red pen once. Belarus remembered the red pen. "Did you enjoy my letters?"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 17, 2010 23:20:00 GMT -5
"Uh..." America said, looking away from her for a moment as he composed a response that hopefully wouldn't be TOO rude - since being rude to normal people and being rude to potential crazies wasn't exactly the same thing. "I liked them, yeah. Talked a lot about some... guy you wanted to marry, right?"
He didn't want to say "your brother". No need to be the first one to bring up that little bit of weirdness.
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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Mar 17, 2010 23:29:25 GMT -5
"That would be my prince," Belarus confirmed. She reached out for a drooping branch of the tree the two of them were currently standing under. With her thumb and index finger, she pinched the stem of a leaf and began twisting it. "We're going to get married, married..."
With a light pluck, she pulled the leaf from the tree and smiled at it. "--married."
She felt another blush creep up on her face. Belarus had just told this person one of her deepest and darkest secrets. It wasn't every day she confided in someone like that. She knew that she could tell him. She also knew that she could skin him alive if he ever broke her trust.
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