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

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Russia was delusional. Definitely.

Poland thinks that over. They were closer than they had been for ages, it still wasn't that big of a feat. They'd been at each other's necks for a long time. Poland just considered this a small break from that. "We're like...acquaintances or something."

Letting out a bark of laughter. "Your bones are super big then. And yeah, I totally wouldn't die, but I've got a lot more to protect! My hair can't get all dirty. So like, jump down first and then we can use you as a landing mat!"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Or Poland was just silly. Like always.

Ivan looked thoughtful at that. "Acquaintances might be working.... Or rivals," he replied, tapping his chin with a finger, thoughtful, eyes on the Pole.

And his content expression soured again! "My bones are big, but they are not being fat either," he replied, huffed a little, and raised an eyebrow. "It would not be a big deal to ruin your hair. I it was getting us out of tower, da?" he replied, lips pursing.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Russia was silly. Always.

"Rivals is totally more like it." Russia had always been his number one enemy. Right now they were fine, but Poland could see them fighting again one day. If not their bosses, then just by themselves. Though he'd hope the peace would keep going for as long as possible. He needed the break.

Poland was good at ruining content expressions. A master at it. "And it wouldn't be a big deal to use you as a landing mat! It'd be for the good of all of us, right?"

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Nah, that was just Poland thinking he was silly, when he was really just seeing his own, Polish, silliness.

"Rivals is close, da. Though Rivals would be implying that I was close to you in ability or power, da? And we are both knowing that I am being best," he replied, and nodded,m giving a tiny shrug. He seemed content to remain in the snark-filled peace with Poland. After all, less conflict was for the better.

"Nyet, not so much. I think it would be better for you to just get tossed out of tower, and breaking, to see if it can be being done."

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Everyone knew that Russian silliness was more prominent than Polish silliness.

Poland laughs at that as he actually does flip his hair. Being with him and Lithuania make him act more like himself. Lithuania makes sense. Russia? Not so much. "Yeah, whatever."

There was no way Poland was jumping out of a tower. "Dude, you're all about becoming one and stuff, but you are totally bad at teamwork. Wow."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

That of course was just a Polish lie that made them sleep better at night.

Ivan raises a brow at the hair flip, but doesn't comment on it--after all, Poland was always kind of girly. "Da, da," he replied, because he won that argument without any argument at all. Not that he was surprised, or anything.

"I am not going to jump out and let you be using my body as cushion. That is stupid idea. And that is not team work," he replied, pursing his lips.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Poland never lies.

He had dismissed the argument so in Poland's mind, it wasn't really winning. Just dismissing the very idea of Russia ever being better.

"Well, me just jumping out is totally not teamwork and I am not jumping out! Broken bones suck and they ruin everything." He sighs and moodily crosses his arms. "One plan down, I guess."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Poland was known for lying.

"Da, that is why I am not jumping down," he replied, wryly. But your bones are so tiny they will probably be breaking anyway. It is just being matter of when they are breaking, da?" And he smiled then, glancing to the tower edge, thoughtfully.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

No, that was definitely Russia who was known for lying.

At the comments about his bones, he frowned. "Dude, just because I don't have like, giant whale bones like you do? They're so not breakable."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

No, that would be silly. Russia never lied.

Ivan shook his head and frowned. "I am not having whale bones. I am having regular nation bones, they are just being little bit less breakable than your tiny ones."

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

That was a lie right there.

"My bones are like, petite but sturdy. They are totally awesome bones and make me look not fat," Poland says. "You know, not like you?" Because he had to add that one on.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Of course, but only if by lie it was meant to be total and complete truth.

"Your bones are tiny and weak and are easily broken, da? Let me show you," he replied, looking a little sour. "I do not look fat. I am just not tiny."

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

If by complete and total truth meant lies, then yes.

Poland scowls at him. "Dude, anything could break with your massive meat hands."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

No. Complete and total truth meant exactly what it seems to mean.

Ivan scowled back, shaking his head. "My hands are not being that big. It is not my fault that you are ridiculously tiny!"

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

But that's an impossible thing for Russia.

"I'm not ridiculously tiny!" He's bigger than Latvia, okay. And Japan. And Hungary. The list goes on! "It's like, common knowledge you're just some gigantic dude."

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Nothing is impossible for Russia. Except being stupid. That was an impossibility.

Or fat. Being fat was also impossible....

"You are ridiculously tiny. I could be picking you up with one hand! You are tiny. Little country," he smiled though, shaking his head. "I am not being gigantic. Just big. Not fat, just big."