Intropost. He hasn't been here ten seconds and he's already hurt himself.

[crazyknifeboy.livejournal.com]

Characters: Belarus and anyone.
Setting: Second floor dormitories.
Format:Either is fine, I'll match you.
Summary:Belarus shows up and is very unamused.
Warnings:Blood, cursing, and knives. Just Belboy bein' Belboy basically.



[Anyone on the second floor dormitories would notice something mildly worrying should they pass anywhere between room 2-04 and the bathroom. Within the room itself there's some mild blood spatter on the walls, and then a trail of blood droplets leading out the door. The trail continues to the bathroom, where an ashen blond nation is currently standing in front of a sink, muttering curses under his breath. There's a bloody knife in the sink itself, and the man is pressing copious amounts of toilet paper to a short deep cut on his neck.

The series of events that Belarus had encountered upon awaking was confusing, unbelievable, but most importantly annoying. Some nonsense about worlds being destroyed, but more importantly he had been kidnapped, stripped, and redressed, and somebody thought it was a bright idea to put a collar of all things on him. That shit was not gonna fly, and whoever these kidnappers were, they must be really stupid because they gave him a box full of sharp things.

His first order of business was to try and cut the collar off. His second order of business was to quickly tend to his neck wound received whilst attempting to remove the collar. Stupid arteries. Getting in the way of hacking at somehow extremely resilient plastic.]

Comments

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

[Canada followed the trail with growing concern and finally ended up contemplating the bathroom door. Human or nation, with that blood, she'd assume. And male. A male person who had hurt themselves--She couldn't just stand there and wait.]

Um excuse me are you alright? [She peeked in the bathroom, ready to avert her eyes if necessary but she blinked when she saw who it was] B-Belarus? Are you alright?

[crazyknifeboy.livejournal.com]

[His head snaps around and he glares forcefully when he sees who is barging in on him. God America, you're so stupid. With your cultural imperialism, and your capitalism, and your western idiocy, and your color televisions and sliced bread and your "pop music".]

Does it look like I'm alright?!

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

[Canada snapped back, startled by such a vicious reaction.] A-Ah I'm sorry, it's just habit. Can I help, you probably need a proper bandage...

[crazyknifeboy.livejournal.com]

I don't need an American's help! I'm doing just fine.

[Glareglareglare.]

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

...A-Ah...I'm Canada. [She looks a little upset, but it's not really about being mistaken for America persay] I've longer hair and wear glasses.

[crazyknifeboy.livejournal.com]

[Aleksandr squints a bit, (which is kind of like more glaring) then turns back to the mirror, discarding some soaked paper and applying liberal amounts of clean sheets, pressing down hard.]

Oh,right. Well the point still stands. I can handle this myself.

[That's technically true, but he's clearly not handling it in the best way.]

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

...Belarus, please come with me, there's an infirmary.

[Of course she doesn't make a move closer. Being a little cautious around Belarus always seemed to be a wise choice.]

[crazyknifeboy.livejournal.com]

[Well, these tissues aren't working very well, and just getting shown where the infirmary is wouldn't hurt his pride that much. So...]

...Fine.

[He turns to face you, waiting to be show where to go.]

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

[Canada smiled and nodded her head at the door] It's down several floors.

This way.