groaned softly before slamming his fist into a nearby tree. The wood actually splintered. It felt like his head was going to explode. Past
memories, bad things he wanted to forget forever, kept flashing before his eyes. The sound of screaming and the scent of blood assualted
his senses. What was happening to him? Ivan was scared, but the fear was being replaced by anger and a calm giddyness that only the truelly
insane possessed. His last thought before he reverted to his past self was a hope that he didnt meet ANYONE while like this. He didnt
think he could stop himself from killing them.
Søren
was
sick of being indoors. Even though her legs were still barely able to hold herself, she stubbornly went for a walk. Screw these injuries.
She's had worse.
Russia
was
leaning against the tree now, a hand runs through his hair as he laughs. He felt so GOOD! He had seen a rabbit and literally ripped it to
shreds with his bare hands. The blood having splattered on his coat. Ivan licked his fingers, eyes and teeth flashing. He hadnt been able to
love the taste of blood in so long. To feel something die in his hands. He giggled. What a rush. The tall Russian looked around at the white
snow. How pretty it became when painted in warm crimson. He licked his lips, wanting something bigger than a rabbit to paint with.
could smell the slight scent of blood, and being the curious idiot she is, slowly made her way towards the smell. Her legs ached paingfully.
Russia
was
humming to himself as he looked his pipe over, planning on going to find bigger prey. A stick snapping made him freeze then instinctivly
duck down and roll into a bush. He couldnt help smiling from ear to ear. A chesire smile. There was some prey nearby.
heard something move and put her guard up. She turned a bit and saw... what she thought was a rabbit. At one point.
This was curious... though, kinda pretty.
peeked through the leaves and caught sight of the Dane. He licked his lips, recognizing her. It was his pretty little fox from before.
loved how she had fought back. He also loved the color and taste of her blood. Yes, she would do nicely. He slowly sneaked around closer. He
wanted to make a beautiful painting with her.
hums quietly as she tried to crouch to examin the blood more, but stopped before she almost fell over.
used that chance to leap from the bush and swing his pipe down at her, aiming for her shoulder. He let out a crazed laugh as he felt it hit.
Lovely~
hisses and falls into the snow, holding her shoulder. She pushed herself up a bit and glared back at the attacker. Oh great. Him again.
giggled, pointing to where the rabbit had been painted on the ground. "Pretty isnt it? It has been so long since I have been able to create
such art.~ But...it is not as beautiful as I want it....there is...something missing....and I believe you could fit into it beautifully my
little fox~" cooed, reaching a hand down to pat her hair gently. His gentleness could be seen as mocking, even if he was dead serious.
growls a bit and smacks his hand away, awkwardly getting up. "Get away from me, ye freak!"
pouted. "Can you not see the art?....And calling me a freak is not very nice...it is rather mean. Being mean means you are bad. Bad children
need to be punished,da?" his eyes had turned darker while he spoke, narrowing as he stroked his pipe, advancing on her.
took a few steps back, almost falling. This snow and her legs made getting away a real problem. She pulled out a knife from
inside her coat again. She wouldn't go down as easy this time.
raised an eyebrow, admiring her fighting spirit. "My cute little fox. Are you being fiesty again? Naughty children need to accept punishment
,da? Now....I will make a beautiful painting with you." the last sentence was the only warning that he gave before lunging at her. Although
his pipe swung at her head his other hand came from inside his coat and held a curved blade to counter her own.
wasn't expecting that. She holds up an arm to block the pipe and her other hand goes to defend against the blade.
hummed, enjoying the loud clang the blades made, but LOVING the crack her arm made. He jumped back and twirled, pivoting on his foot to gain
extra momentum as he swung the pipe and blade together at her side.
(....RUSSIA ARE YOU SERIOUSLY AT IT AGAIN!?!?!?!?!? )
(YES AND IT'S GREAT/SHOT)
((THE HELL GUYS.))
hisses and narrows her eyes at him, watching his movements. She jumped back just in time for the other to miss, and instantly drove
her blade into his wrist.
(xDD privet Amerika. and Soraya asked for it.)
((Well, I didn't *ask* for it per say... I just said I was bored. -w-))
winced and dropped his own blade before jumping back to gain distance. He inspected the wound. It didnt look to bad, no arteries or viens
had been cut. At least not any serious ones. He looked up at her, grinning a chesire smile while holding the injured wrist to his lips,
lapping at the blood. "Impressive~"
(What would you say if I was bored~?)
(...you want me to beat the shit out of you AGAIN latvia? xD)
(xD)
nods, inspecting the blade before licking the blood off. "I know how to defend myself, even from a monster like ye."
(I'm bored too/shot)
((... Ye'd be DEAD if ye were attacked again, Sve. XD ))
(Naaah, the wounds from the first one are healing now.)
(what about the second one?)
pouted. "Calling me names again~? So mean. Naughty naughty~" he giggled, lips stained red with his own blood. Ivan twirled around once
before suddenly bowing. "It is a pleasure to fight you. But I want to see some of YOUR blood little fox." His voice not so childish, a dark
smooth tone to it that only a few have ever heard, and even fewer of them had lived after. When he stood a small blade flicked out from his
hand, burrying itself in her gut. ^J^
gasps quietly and instantly tries to get it out. It was right near the previous wound, and made it sting terribly.
She held her knife tighter, glaring back at him. "That was cheap."
giggles, shifting from foot to foot. "Life is filled with unfair things. When someone fights seriously NOTHING is cheap. Not if it involves
trying to stay alive~" Russia replied seriously, watching her with a cool gaze. Ivan was hardly ever seen like this, his stance and voice,
even his childish face, it all changed. He wasnt even trying to play innocent. He knew he was a blood-thirsty killer, and proudly displayed
that fact with his whole being. Russia raised his pipe and walked towards her, eyeing the blood showing on her belly.
growls loudly and watched his every move, finally pulling the blade away. She held it in her other hand, thankful for having two now.
She stood her ground and after a few more steps she jumped at him, slicing one knife across his chest and the other in to his leg.
didnt flinch this time. He let both blades hit, even laughing as the pain set it. Lovely. Just WONDEFUL! She was so spirited. He reached up
and grabbed her head, having waiting to get this close. He then smiled gently at her as he swung her head and slammed it into a tree with a
loud wet crack.
cursed loudly, she should have expected that from him. She had dropped one of the blades but still held the other, and quickly swung her
arm back to try and cut his arms, hoping he'd let go.
slammed her head against the tree again, watching the star pattern of blood spread on the trunk from her head. It was almost as beautiful as
blood on snow.
growls loudly, starting to feel dizzy. She grabbed his hand and sliced at his wrist again,
hoping she'd hit some kind of major vein or artery.
noticed what she was doing and lets go, pushing her away and holding his wrist close. Although he enjoyed blood and pain he wasnt stupid
enough to take a serious hit.
had been looking for Soraya. She knew this was one of the spot she usually takes her walk. She has seen her wanting to talk to her after_
her concern about what had happen with her and her counterpart. She stops her motion when she heard cries of pain and she smelled the _
scent of blood in the air.
Søren
was
thankful for being let go, and barely holds her balance. She couldn't see that well out of one eye, it being covered by blood.
She was panting a bit, and her legs were shaking. She didn't know how long she could keep up, but she'd fight till the end.
tilted his head. "You look tired~ Why not rest? I can help you go to sleep,da?" he giggled out, advancing on her suddenly again, punching
at her this time now.
takes the hit, but grabs his arm and forces her blade in, pushing it as deep as it would go.
winces before slamming her head into the tree again. He repeated this till he knew she was out before dropping her body and looking at
the wound. He hadnt ment to react like that but when she got him he had seen red. Attacking out of reflex to kill. He looked down at her,
she was still alive. It was better for painting on the snow if they were still warm. The blood spread better.
starts following the scent of blood and sees the trickles of blood on the white snow. A memory from the past quickly flashback in her eyes._
She snaps out of it when she heard a crackling of a tree bark along with the cry, growing louder. She runs towards quickly before seeing_
(looking down at her *hoping! she was still alive)
the sight of a familiar long scarf with the tan long coat. Russia! "Ivan!!"
((Pfft. Thanks Russia. XD ))
(8'3)
( Did he really hope for that? I don''t think so =w= )
(Oh you guys~)
's ears perked up and he turned to look at her. When he saw her he smiled innocently. Blood splattered across his coat, some his own but
most of it Soraya's and the rabbits. "Privet~ Would you like to paint with me?" he asked with a giggle. ^J^
stares at shock at all the blood splattered on his coat. She is even more flabbergasted that no blood was tainted on his beloved scarf._
"Privyet... paint, Vanya?" She looks over him to see the Dane all beaten and bloody. She gasped.Her hunch were correct. "Vanya! Stop this!"
blinked, his face showing innocent shock. "Why? It will be beautiful once on the snow,da? The blood feels and tastes delicious as well." he
then looked down at the Dane'd limp body. "Besides. I would hate for the little fox to wake and be in pain~" Ivan giggled. His eyes showing
that he was to far gone for simple reason to reach him. He had completly reverted back to his old self. The one that was the reason everyone
feared or hated him.
The one that had appeared after his mind had cracked.
knows those eyes very well. She had those before. They've changed. There was no point with petty words now. Her counterpart is bloodthirsty_
and he will kill Soraya. "Vanya... she is already in pain.... Horribly in pain. " She slowly walks towards him.
frowned. "Then I need to apologize to her. Ending it quickly should be good,da?" He then pulled the blade that was still in his arm out and
knelt down by the limp woman, moving her so the blade was pressed against her neck. "One moment my Anya~ I will be with you in a minute,da?"
^J^
slowly walked behind the Russian and quickly grabbing the wrist that had grasped the blade. "Nyet, Vanya~ You *will not* end her life, da?"_
She smiled humorlessly down at him as she tilted her head to the side. "Da?"
pouted. "But that is nyet fun. And you said she was in pain,da? I was just going to end it." replied a bit childishly. Who was she to ruin
his painting? Well...asides from himself. But that should just make her want to help! Ivan's eyes flashed, the only warning to what he was
about to do. His free hand grabbed his pipe as he spun, catching her across the cheek and mouth with a hard *THWAK*.
grins as she catches the pipe with her free hand, stopping the forceful assault before it hit her face. She clicks her tongue repeatedly_
while grinning down upon him. Her eyes darken when it met the other's eyes. "Oh dear Vanya... do not forget who you are hurting, _
da? I am you, too. I *know* you."
had never had to fight himself before. He frowned. This might be difficult. "Da...but we are not completly the same my Anya~" he chirped,
smiling right back at her. RUssia took a moment to think before pulling his pipe away and jumping up to stand. He was just slighty taller
than her. Ivan smiled down at her and purred. "So we are to play sweet Anya? You should know the rules~"
|He might be taller than her, but she is not intimidated by it at all. With her lilac eyes fluttering up at the other, she giggled_
menacingly. "Da, You know I like to play games, moy dorogoy. Davaite igrat." It has been so long since her shovel has played. This_
excited her.
felt a shiver of excitement run through him as well. He wanted to taste her blood, to feel her bones breaking and crushing under his grip.
THe thought of her pulse slowing and struggling to keep her alive as it died made him almost moan in inticipation. This was going to be fun
indeed. "Then let us play~" was all he said before lunging at her, pipe posed for attack.
felt her eyes widen from the sudden rush of adrenaline when she saw her own counterpart lunging towards her with a bloody faucet pipe. She_
suddenly shivered greatly with the thirst for blood. She holds herself in a stance, gripping onto her shovel as she stops the attack with a_
loud clash, parring with the Russian man's strength.
felt his pipe shaking against her shovel. The girl was strong. He liked that. Ivan shoved his pipe up, making the pipe and shovel break
apart while he kicked out at her belly. Eyes gleaming with excitement.
stumbles back a bit as she gets kicked, but she quickly regains balance as it was her turn to make the assault, swinging her shovel directly
at the side of his head, slamming the head of her cold metal shovel with brute force against the man's pale skin.
Russia
was
lucky enough to move in the direction of the blow to negate the damage. if he hadnt he would have been knocked cold for sure. Instead he
just got a nasty slice as well as an already forming bruise. Ivan growled as he tried to regain his senses. After his vision cleared he
lunged for her again, aiming his pipe at her shin while a fist went for her face.
jumped high enough when she saw the attack below, avoiding any damages that was meant for her shin that may cause her to be immobilized. In_
midair, her eyes widen when a fist was heading towards her face. Using the handle of her shovel, she blocked off the attack,_
but the force was too strong that it threw her off far back onto the snowy ground with a loud thump.
used this chance to pounce on her, pinning her down. His hand had gone numb from the hit to the shovel though and he winced but was
determined to hold her down firmly. Ivan grinned. "Having fun~?"
thrashes around when she was pinned to the ground. Her eyes darts back up to the man on top of him and perhaps smirks. "I may be~? But you_
know that I know your weakness, Vanya~"
tilts his head. "Oh~ And what is that my little Anya~?"
grins as she tells him to come closer so she can whisper it by his ear.
blinks, eyeing her warily. He had her pinned well. She shouldnt be able to do anything. Finally Ivan lowered his head so she could whisper.
grins as she whispers softly by his ears. "A~me~ri~ka~<3"
( ... pfff This I gotta see =u= )
(that...that was evil.......)
( What~ She knows your weakness~ *had to make sure that you said that on the other plurk XD -shot- )
(EEVVIILL)
( XDDDDDDDDDD *that's why I was responding to that along with this pfff* )
froze, eyes glazing for a minute before sharpening again. He jerked up, a faint blush across the bridge of his noise and a strange feeling
in his gut. "How is that my weakness? That little Amerika can be so annoying."
looks at him with a poker face, pouting as if she was surprised. "But did you not tell be before? ... That you love the man?"
(Sounds like someone is in denial~)
(I WILL HURT YOU LATVIA)
( XDD )
(wait...thats what you want...I WONT HURT YOU LATVIA)
(xD)
(You know I was just teasing, Russia. ilu)
( Hey! I'm not annoying! =3= You love me! )
shook his head, although the faint blush got a little darker. "Nyet...i think you are mistaken. I would rather see him painted across the
now than l-love him." his voice faltering on the word 'love'.
( You might be violent, Vanya~ But Anya is more of the mind trick attacker XD )
(its like female and males irl then. xD)
cannot help but smirk a little on this as the man's eyes were slowly losing that violent spark. "Oh? Is that so, Vanya? You know you should_
not lie, da? Liars are bad children, and bad children needs to be punished, da?" With the Russian caught off guard, she kicks her_
counterpart hard in between his legs and right onto his crotch. She hopes Ivan will forgive him for this dirty low blow.
gasps and crumbles to the side. That was a low blow indeed. But it coupled with the talk of America was making his head hurt, eyes glazing
a bit as he truggled to regain his thoughts.
(will forgive her* =~=;;
(da. i mean...she did it to stop him)
now uses this chance to return the Russian back to his senses... but how? She tries to think fast while holding the Russian close to her.
Russia
was
still feeling pain but the sudden arms around him took him from suprise. Ivan shook his head to clear it and looked up at Anya confused,
the action making him wince for obvious reasons though.
"A-Anya?"
glances down when she hear him say her name and is surprised. His eyes were not dilated anymore. "Ivan? Are you alright? Are you good now?"
frowned. "Da...I am fine...except in some confusing pain. What happened?"
coughs a bit at that as she looks away, feeling a bit guilty on that part. "Well.... Vanya... It seems you just had that relapse
you were talking about, da?"
's whole body froze as he looked at her in slight disbelief. "What?" But the smell of blood was starting to be noticed, it made Ivan afraid
to look down at himself.
quickly covers Russia's eyes with her hand, making sure it doesn't hit the bruise and the cut on his face. "Hush, Vanya.... "
Russia
was
starting to tremble. The smell of blood was strong. That ment there had to be alot of it. "A-anya....what did I do?" he asked, voice small
.
gulps as she continues to calm the Russian down, hugging him closer. "You...just... um.. you changed."
's fingers clutched onto the fabric of Anya's coat. "....Anya...what did I do?"
gulps again. "You... turned violent... Vanya... You attacked and... almost killed someone..." She might as well be honest with it.
didnt move or say anything for the longest time. When he finally did speak it was obvious he was trying not to break down. "I...Are they
alright?...Are y-you alright?"
smiles down at him warily. "....They are.... not dead? And do not worry about me, Vanya... I need to help you with this relapse of yours..."
clings to her. "Anya...I..I am scared,da?....What if it wont stop?"
holds him tight. "You will be fine, Ivan... I will stop you again if I have to..."
forced himself to relax in her grip. Honestly he was frightended. He remember how bad he used to be and hoped he didnt hurt Anya...or
Alfred.
looks around and suddenly wonders.... What happened to the Dane?
used that chance to look down at himself. When he saw all the blood he gasped loudly. There was so much...and hardly any of it looked
to be his.
((... At this point, I don't even know where I am myself. XD ))
(( XD I know! We just left you in the snow! ))
hushes the other again in a comforting way. "Do not panic... that will make it worse..."
Russia
is
finding it hard NOT to panic. His breathing felt ragged. HOW could someone not be dead? S..so much blood. "Oh...W..what have I done...Anya..
its...its like Anastasia all over again..." he gasped out, eyes going wide as he gaped at all the blood.
pulls him into a tighter hug. "Please do not remind me of that too, Vanya.... please...." She does not want to think of the Romanovs right_
now... All she knows is she needs to help Ivan. She just kisses the top of his head and cradles him.
's whole body shuddered as he tried to control himself. Images and memories trying to assult him again. He clung to Anya, a sob making its
way out of his body.
kisses him more, feeling him shuddering. This is not good. She thinks of something to calm him down. He whispers by his ears. "Think of_
sunflowers, Vanya... t-th... think of Amerika..."
Russia
was
breathing hard as he tried to settle himself. He gasped and gulped for air, trying to keep his sanity that wanted to slip away again. At her
words he closed his eyes and pictured those two things, and after a moment he felt calmer, although still freaked out.
smiles a bit and sighs. At least that calmed him down. "We should get out of here, da? Let us clean you up..."
burried his face in her chest. "I...I dont want to look....P-please..stay..."
laughs a bit weakly. The kick on her stomach was twitching in pain, but she made sure he doe not realize it. "Da... okay Ivan... Just calm_
down, da? I am here..."
took a few minutes to calm down. He suddenly felt so very tired. His hands clutched onto Anya as if she was his lifeline, which in a way
she was. "Anya...I..I think I am okay now..." mayebe, he thought.
smiles a bit, also tired. "Are you sure, Vanya?" She asks before trying to stand them both up.
nods and gets shakily to his feet, keeping a hand clutched onto Anya's coat. He tried not to look around, but failed miserably. S-so...so
much blood.
tries to hold Russia's head up instead of looking around on the bloody ground and his own coat. She holds him tighter.
used her as a shield so he didnt look more. It wasnt good for him to keep looking at the blood. He could feel himself waver and get close t
o snapping again. He tugged on her coat. "Anya...we need to go..I cant..."
nods as she quickly gets him out of the scene, supporting him as they walked away.
kept a tight grip on her even after they had gotten away. He felt sick to his stomach. "Anya....I really didnt kill anyone..did I?
" he asked timidly, honestly not wanting an awnser.
shakes her head and smiles faintly at him. "... If I did not come.... y-you... probably would.... I have to keep a watchful eye on you."
started trembling, but didnt say anything else as they made their way back to the house.
takes him inside the house and sits him by the living room. "Let me get your coat and clean it up, da? And I will be back to clean up your_
would, Vanya."
nods numbly, still not speaking. He slowly pulled of the coat, it made a wet tearing sound as he pulled it off his wounds, before holding it
up to Anya.
lol wound**
takes the blood covered coat and hides it from him, not wanting to scare him with the sight. "Vanya.... you must speak, da? I need to know_
what is going on inside your mind. Do not keep anything from me, da? Trust me... I am you after all..."
Russia
was
silent for a few minutes more before finally speaking. "I..I do not know what is wrong with me..I fear that maybe I am cracking for good..."
frowns sadly and shakes her head. "Nyet Vanya... be strong...do not lose yourself, da? I will try to help you keep you sane with the best of
my capability... I do not want to lose my counterpart, da?"
Russia
gives
Anya a thankful smile. "Thank you Anya...I will try not to lose it,da?"
kisses his forehead and smiles. "Good..." She heads off to put his coat on the laundry, cleaning up the blood off.
sits on the couch and tries to think. Why would he be snapping so much lately?
returns back to his side with a blanket and wraps it around him, holding him close.
leans against her. "Anya...you have never had these problems have you?"
Anya
was
taken back by that question and stays in silence for a few moments. "... If you have these problems... so do I..."
closes his eyes and sighs. "That is not an awnser...you havent have these problems...not like this..."
Anya
thinks
about it. "... well.. I suppose you can say that I found a way to control these urges, da?"
sits up and looks at her in shock. "H-how!?"
kisses his forehead. "Love, moy dorogoy. Just love, da?"
blushes. "L-love? How is that...?....But I love Amerika,da? So...shouldnt I be better?"?
hums while thinking. "... Have you said that you 'love' the Amerikan?"
frowns. "I do not understand....do you mean confess? If so then nyet...I havent had the chance yet.
"
sighs lightly and stares at him. "Perhaps say it soon, da?"
nods, looking away. "Da...I plan to. I have just been afraid of his awnser. What if he does not like me back and such,da?"
giggles a bit. "And what if he does? Just go and confess, da?"
giggles too. "Alright. I promise that I will confess soon. Wish me luck. I will be needing it,da?" ^J^