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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[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.]

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

[Pats his hand. With a sad smile.]

I won't tell him. I promise.

[vytis]

[His smile is only slightly forced, just to make it seem less thin.] Thank you. This is a lot to adjust to without having to deal with him right away when he's-- Is he really from then?

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Yes...I'm afraid so.

America is as well....which. Well you know what it was like.

I have my own house here. You are always welcome to come over if you like.

And I-I've been here for over a year if you need help with anything....I'll need to tell you a few things anyway....

[vytis]

[wincing at how long she's been here] Thank you, Miss Ukraine. You're welcome here as well--I'll have something prepared next time. I haven't really heard much--I did speak to America, but he--said something about milk?

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Yes. Don't drink it. The milkman poisons the ones he leaves here. The ones in the grocery stores are safe though.

[vytis]

[okay, poisoned milk, that explains why America said not to drink it, check] A-alright. [he has entered the "you know what why not all this insanity" stage, so he's calmer than he was]

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

It's ...a lot to take in. I know.

[vytis]

I'll get used to it. [or something] I-is anything else poisoned?

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Just the milk usually. They tend to do other things once a month but that's usually around the holidays.

[vytis]

W-what sort of things?

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Ah...has anyone told you about death here?

[vytis]

...No. [looking more worried than before]

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

Well....it doesn't last.

And...we c-can die.

[vytis]

[Excuse him a moment as he absorbs this.]

[...]

...A-a-alright.

[...aaaaaaa he does not look calm at all at this point]

[motheringnation.livejournal.com]

....r-right...

[Just kinda...staring at her feet.]