Weary

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Characters: Russia and YOU
Setting: Floor 12; Floor 11
Format: Either; Starting out Prose, but will change to match. ♥
Summary: Ivan explores the new rooms!
Warnings: None currently; possibly future language





A. Floor Twelve


Ivan had been through a lot in his life--through war, and conquest, invasion and genocide. But even with that experience, the tower was starting to run him down. Being cut off from his people, from his own home stung enough as it was--it was an ache that had started in his chest, and just would not go away. Honestly he felt a little sick--and the lack of alcohol didn't help. At least when life had gotten bad before he hadn't been sober.

The room wasn't helping. Especially not when he realized the significance of it--worlds being destroyed, over and over again. No, not just worlds, universes. He couldn't recognize them, the stares imploding, the planets being drained dry, and he stalled in the center of the room, watching, as it happened over and over again. And he waited, wanting to see if his world was being subjected to the same thing. He remembered vaguely the letter he had gotten when he had woken up--figured it was just a ploy, a lie to get him to sit down and behave. Now, he was not so sure.




B. Floor Eleven


The open air was a nice change to the cooped up tower, but it was missing something--it wasn't quite the same as his home had been. Perhaps it was the air, or the fact that the room didn't seem exactly physically possible (despite the fact that he was in it, and therefore it had to be). At the very least, there were flowers, and he did like flowers, despite them not being his, and the lake made a pretty sight (if not a tad confusing).

Either way, it was better than sitting inside, by a long shot, and the edges of the room were open. He wondered vaguely if he could get out of the tower that way--after all, he had survived bigger jumps before. A broken leg was a small price to pay for getting out of the tower. Though even as he mused on this, he knew it likely wouldn't work--and if it didn't, he would have a broken limb to contend with while being trapped. Perhaps he could find another nation, and get them to take the plunge--see what happened.

Comments

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

"What does that mean sir?" Romeo grinned at him and then his eyes went back to Piccolo to make sure he didn't go near the edge. "His name is Piccolo sir and he's very friendly!"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan blinked slowly, and smiled. "It is meaning hello in my language," he replied, and gave a tiny shrug. "You can be calling me Russia if you are wanting.... Ah, or Ivan." After all, it seemed silly to call him sir here of all places.

"He is your pet?"

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo smiled, "Oh you are a country person man sir!" He grinned as he looked up at him, "Russia is a really big country and sometimes it is really cold! Piccolo is my friend Mr Ivan, He came with me from Sonogno, that's in the Alps!"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan nodded, and smiled brightly. "Da, da, I am a country-person, I am supposing you can be calling," he watched the other, letting out a giggle--the boy was cute, he would give him that, and he was certainly amusing Ivan. "I am very big country. Biggest. And coldest, too. Unless you are counting Antarctica." he smiled, and nodded, listening to the other with an amused look. "He is very cute. And alps? Who's child are you being? Ah... Where are you being from?"

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo grinned the man's enthusiasm catching, and really it did not take much to make Romeo enthused. "I saw Russia on a map on a big globe and Russia was gigantic," he held out his arms to show just how big it was.

He smiled, "Antartica? Is he here? Oh I am from Italy sir!

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan was laughing then, nodding a little. "I do look a little big on a map, hm?" he replied, leaning back a little, still chuckling. "But never be confusing big, for fat, da? I am just having lot of land. Tall."

He paused a moment. "I am not being so sure. I have not been meeting very many other countries here. But I am sure it is being possible, da?" Another pause, and another smile. "I should have been guessing--you are acting little bit like Italy."

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo grinned, "You're not fat sir but you do have lots and lots of land. Do I really act like Italy? He's my roommate! Mister America is also my roommate! I can look for Mister Antartica for you."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan nodded and smiled brightly, seeming to like this answer, relaxing a bit, and watching the smaller male "I am having very much land. And this is good thing," he replied, and smiled still. "Da, you are. And he is? I am sure you are getting along very well?" His brows furrowed slightly when America was mentioned--so even the self-proclaimed hero was stuck here, that was nice to know. "You are not needing to be worrying. I am sure I am finding sometime."

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

"We are, he is nice. Mister America and Mister Lloyd are scary but mister Romano is nice!" He smiled and nodded, "Well if you need help finding him let me know! I'm good at finding people!"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan was smiling and he giggled at the thought of America being scary and Romano being nice, but he bobbed his head up and down in a nod. "That is being a very nice offer. I will be keeping in mind. Spasibo," he replied, and smiled a little bright. "Maybe you could be telling me if you are finding my sisters? Belarus and Ukraine?"

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo frowned as he thought but then shook his head, "I haven't met them yet, but if I do I will tell them you are looking for them!"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan gave a tiny smile, nodding slowly. "I would be liking that... I am wanting to make sure they are being alright," he replied, shrugging slightly.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo grinned and nodded, "I hope they are! Are you friends with all the country people?"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan paused for a moment. Friends? With all of the countries? Well, he couldn't say all of them... but he was sure all of them wanted to be his friend. And that was good enough for him, and he nodded. "Mostly, I am thinking," he replied, and gave a sheepish smile. "And if they are not, they should be being!"

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo smiled and nodded, "I think everyone should be friends too sir! It would be nicer if everyone got on!"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan smiled a little brightly, nodding and relaxing. "Da, da, I am thinking so. That is being my hope when every country is being mine!"

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

"Every country is being yours?" Romeo frowned, "What do you mean sir?"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

"Ah, I am meaning that it would be being very nice to have a big house again, filled with people," he replied, and looked thoughtful. "Right now my house is big, but there is only being me in it."

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo blinked in a confused manner. "Did people used to live with you? Where did they go sir?"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, da! My house used to be very full!" he replied and smiled slightly, tipping his head to the side. "Ahh... They went in my home. They had their own rooms. I was a very good host! But... then they were leaving.... but ahh, they will be back. I am just having to take them back first!"

Romeo totally misses the point

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

"Take them? Maybe they just wanted to go back to their home sir, to see their family. They might come visit." He felt bad that Russia was lonely but he didn't think forcing people to live with you was a good idea.

Romeo is cuuute. ;uuu;

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan shook his head slightly. "But they are not coming to visit me. It has been ten years since they are leaving. And all their families were being mine too," he replied, pouting a little. "I took very good care of them. They should be wanting to stay."

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

That was sad, Romeo wondered why Russia's friends didn't want to go and visit him. Ten years was a long time. "Maybe you could go and visit them instead sir?"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ivan gave a tiny shrug. "They do not always like me visiting. And my sisters are hard to visit. Lithuania too--his people do not like me speaking Russian very much..." He frowned a little.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

"They don't sound like very nice friends sir!" He would be really happy if any of his friends came to Sonogno to visit him. "Why don't they like you speaking Russian? Can you not speak Lithuanian sir?"