only sees the back of her head, and mistakes her for his sister. "Sestra?", calls, making a beeline for her.

oblivious. She thinks it is someone talking to someone else, so she continues to pout on her bench.

ignores her silence and closes up on her, making a grab for her shoulders.

a startled cry and tries to pull away. Her eyes narrowed almost instantly, not enjoying being startled in the slightest. "Release me!"

where the sudden hostility came from, but realizes quickly that the voice is not of his sister's. Drawing back, he quickly realizes that_

this person isn't his sister after all.

pulls herself away, far away from her attacker. "Who do you think you are?!" She demands, though...now that she had a look at him, she_

realized that he was rather close in appearance to her Brat. That was a little startling.

with obvious disappointment, "You are not Sestra." But he seems to have gotten the same impression she did. "Why do you look like her?",_

_question coming out as more of a demand.

huffs a bit, not liking his tone. "I should be askin you why you look like my Brat. I don't know your Sestra at all."

more offended at this girl not knowing his sister than anything else. "You /should/ know my Sestra. There is no person that does not know_

_"of the great Russia.", he reveals the identity of his sister dryly and with little flourish, save for the reverant feel of his tone.

PISSED. "I should cut your tongue out for calling my Brat a woman! Russia is a great man!!" She pulled out a knife to make her threat seem_

scarier.

leans forward, voice icy, "My /Sestra/ is a /beautiful/ woman.", he says, fingers creeping towards a knife of his own. "Who do you think_

you are, saying otherwise?".

replies, her voice every bit as icy. "My /Brat/ is a /handsome/ man. I have every intention of marrying that man, so I- Nataliya Arlovskaya_

, Belarus -- Should know." She felt the need to flaunt her nation in his face. Because, she would eventually become a part of Russia and_

EVERYONE had to know that.

how delusional this girl could be. "You speak /lies/. /I/ am Respubliki Belarusʹ.", he glares back at her.

narrows her eyes, glaring daggers. "Stop being a fool! You are a poor imposter!"

not amused. "I should be saying the exact same thing to you.", he says slowly and coldy. ((Iunno how this is gonna end, bro. ;_; ))

stands her ground, thinking this is awful. Someone was trying to be her! "I am the real Belarus. Sorry to ruin your fantasy!" ((...XD Not_

good...but someone might be able to step in and save the day. pff.))

( Yeah, I'm stalking you gais. 8| )

(Iceland's will come and save you!)

[I'm imagining a bunch of puffins raining down on the two. ._. ;_; Scary.]

her sentiments. "You are deluded, woman. I've no time to waste on people like you. Especially not when Sestra repeatedly denies her hand in_

_marriage to me."

glares. "Nyet, I have not the time to waste on you. I was looking for my Brat before you interupted!"

scoffs. "Because sitting on a bench counts as doing such, yes.", he turns after the sarcastic rebuff and takes his leave, no longer deeming_

_any further interaction with this girl as worth his time.

glares at him and turns. She had been running around all day. A break was in order. But she was going to find her brat and defend him.