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

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Was quietly looking around up on this floor, when he found the blood-trail, a puzzled look on his face. now that was something he didn't see everyday. Or at least didn't see a whole lot of in the past few years. He tapped his chin, and decided to follow the trail, into a room with a man bleeding quite a bit from his neck. Ivan stared for a long moment, really the colour looked good on him, but eventually he tipped his head to the side] Are you needing hand? Or perhaps more tissues?

[crazyknifeboy.livejournal.com]

Ahh, yes...Ukraine?

[He stares in confusion at Russia for a long moment. You look awfully like Ukraine, but you couldn't possibly be him. You're a tad shorter, your nose is just a bit bigger, but most importantly you aren't sobbing or fainting.]

No, you can't be him. Who are you?

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

_{[He frowned, staring at the Belorussian, but he didn't recognize him. However his brows arched up at the comment.]} Nyet... Ukraine is being my sister. She and me are being very different....

[Pause]

Ah... Him? You must be being one of the other nations. Ah, in world that everyone is silly-gender. [He smiled slightly.] But is good you are being a nation--I was worried you would be bleeding to death. Though it would be being nice to see where they are taking dead bodies....

[Another pause, and another smile.]

I am Russia. And you are being?

1/?

[crazyknifeboy.livejournal.com]

[Other worlds? Ukraine as a girl? Where they are taking dead bodies? These are all important questions, but they are overshadowed by one simple thing.

This man is claiming to be Russia. Should he be lying this would be a capitol offense. But he does seem very, very familiar, and his resemblance to Ukraine is notable. So, only one way to tell.

With no warning Aleksandr's free hand shoots out and grabs Russia's coat in a vice grip.]

2/?

[crazyknifeboy.livejournal.com]

[He presses his face into Russia's chest, (probably bleeding on him a little), and inhales deeply.]

3/4

[crazyknifeboy.livejournal.com]

[...Buffering...]

[Scent is loading, please hold.]

4/4

[crazyknifeboy.livejournal.com]

[Smell recognized! Status as Russia confirmed. Hugging commencing.]

You are Russia! I am Belarus. It is odd that you are now my brother.

Re: 4/4

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Ivan stiffened when the other yanked him forward suddenly and... sniffed? him. His face was confused, and he opened his mouth to object, because really, he wanted everyone to be one with him, but that didn't mean he wanted his coat to be bled on, but then the other was speaking and he opened and closed his mouth a few times.] Belarus? You are not... [But the other was certainly acting like his little sister, and certainly his little sister would be a little brother in the other world. At the very least he wasn't asking for marriage or anything of the sort, and Russia decided he was fine with this, giving the smaller male an awkward pat on the head]