vienas; phone/action

[vytis]

[This is the sound of Toris falling off the bed in a half-panic and knocking his phone off the hook at the same time.]

Ah-I-w-what is this? [Did he get invaded again he would have remembered that right is there someone else in that bed] Hello?

[And anyone at 1333 Benny street can feel free to tell him to get off the floor or whatever.]

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[vytis]

Y-yes, though I've been told I was here before. [He's a little calmer than before. A little. He's still sitting on the floor clutching the phone like a lifeline.]

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Y-yes. Th-that happens sometimes.

Are you alright?

[...did brother find you yet. :|]

[vytis]

I'm fine, considering the circumstances.

[MAYBE IF I NEVER LEAVE THIS HOUSE HE WON'T]

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Right...

What house are you in?


[Right...good luck with that...]

[vytis]

Ah--I'm not sure. [I HAVEN'T GOTTEN OFF THE FLOOR YET]

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Look for a letter or something.

I'll come over and see you.

[vytis]

Alright, hold on just a moment. [muffled search noises and then some silence and then he's back] 1333 Benny Street?

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Oh good. That's only two blocks away.

I'll be over in a moment.

[vytis]

I'm looking forward to it. [...He should put on actual clothes. Not that any of these are his clothes. OH WELL WHAT'S IN THE CLOSET WORKS FOR NOW.]

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

[And after a while. He'll get a knock on the door. Ukraine's wearing her actual clothes. Yay, regains.]

[vytis]

[Honestly the clothes he was given probably don't look that much different from what he usually wears, Liet needs to lighten up. BUT HE OPENS THE DOOR. Oh he is so relieved to see a familiar face you have no idea.]

Good morning! [sort of; backs up to let her come in]

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Hello.

[Coming in.]

H-how are you doing so far?

[vytis]

I-it could be worse. [He is on the verge of the worst stomachache ever] It seems like a lot of us are here?

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Yes. There's quite a few of us here.

Ah....

Should probably tell you...

[Long pause...she doesn't want to be the one to tell you but...]

Ah...you know how they have f-fake families here?

[vytis]

Ah, yes, someone mentioned that... [his tone says he is still trying to get used to this and also everything ever]

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

.....Sister is married to brother here.

hahaha poor Russia

[vytis]

M-Miss Belarus is? [...does this mean if he wants to see Belarus he has to visit Russia DILEMMA]

a sad fate

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Y-Yes....

[vytis]

I-I'm sure that must make her happy... [BELARUS WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME he will just have to try harder then they could be married and she would be happy with him and he wouldn't have to see Russia at all and there goes Lithuania floating out of orbit] Ah, Russia got lucky~

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Ah....of course...

[Brother spends time crying in the corner.]

[vytis]

[It takes a moment before Lithuania remembers exactly what is going on. Right. Crazy town. And speaking of Russia...] Um--Miss Ukraine... What year does Russia think it is?

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

[Her face drops....yeah]

Brother....brother still thinks we are in Soviet Union...

[vytis]

[... ... ...] I'm not doing that again. [NOT EVEN FOR BELARUS okay maybe he'll visit for Belarus]

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

[Just]

No one is asking you to.

It....it isn't the same here. We...we don't have our people. I....I can not leave brother...but that is because he is family.

[She promised him here. She promised...]

I will never give up my independence again. But I am not going to fight brother over that here. Is no point.

[vytis]

[He already has a stomachache and he can feel it getting worse as the seconds tick by.]

I-I understand, I wouldn't ask you to do anything, I just-- Could you not tell him where I am? ...Unless he asks directly, I wouldn't want him to get angry at you. [Though he's sure that's just a stopgap, if anything at all.]