sitting on his uh... Throne... In the student council room when one of the members came in to report about said occurrence. He raised an_

_eyebrow, wondering who could have possibly done this and why.

doesn't think there's anything wrong with it. From said satellite to some international university, and from there to world servers.

It's actually rather fun.

doesn't think it was really necessary... He asked the IT bloke in the student council to trace where it had been done from. It was not that_

_it was bad. But some form of authorization should have been given.

*shifty eyed* Well... since the Prez puts it that way... I'll quit the downloads. Yes. Though it is rather fast_

_what with the impromptu reciever dish installed on the roof.

sighs and went to look for the other once the location had been confirmed. He stops just behind the lady. "What do you think you were_

_doing?"

closes the script page, startled. "Me? Oh, nothing of consequence."

caught that. He eyed her in suspicion. "Really? I find that hard to believe. What were you planning on?" And he can't help but see the_

_close resemblance she had to Russia.

shrugged. "I wasn't planning anything. Just..." She leaned back in her chair, staring down the computer screen. "Ever thought of_

_upgrading the network here? This is slower than the turtle in my garden, and it'd lost a leg int he winter."

*in the

quirked an eyebrow now, wondering if he should put trust into her. He decided to be lenient this time round and nodded. "Well, if that is_

_case. I suppose it's fine." He took a chair nearby and placed it beside her, sitting down as well. "Do continue then." He needed to make_

_sure she really isn't up to anything.

sighed softly, then opened up a Notepad file and started tapping away. A simple code-sharing site. Long enough to bore anybody watching.

"So," she began, "what'd you major in?" Anything to keep her mind off the inanity of what she was working on.

kind of just stared. Admittedly, he does not even understand a thing that was going on the screen. All he sees was just a jarble of words_

_and numbers. He looked up though upon hearing the question. "Fine Arts." He replied. "And yourself?"

"Infotech," replied Anya, promptly. "And Business Studies. I'm already dabbling a little in the stock markets." She pauses.

"Which is kind of silly nowadays. Since you don't know when the whole thing might simply collapse and burn."

nodded a little, not surprised. He should have guessed, of course. He sat back a little more. "Well, that is the stock market for you. But_

_if you really want to be safe, just have a diversified profile or something..."

nods too, saving the notepad file on a remote server she'd open again if she were ever that bored. "There's the stocks, and a shipping_

_venture that might do well if there aren't any storms planned for the next business quarter." She counted off days on her fingers.

"There's exactly fifteen days till I get my return." She opened both hands. They totaled up to ten, as did most hands, and not fifteen.

But she didn't seem to notice or correct it.

could not help but chuckle a little at that. He held out his hand, close to the others, so now it summed up to fifteen combined. "Really?_

_What is your portfolio's expected return?"

hides her hands behind her, calmly oblivious. "Maybe around seven hundred thousand in American dollars. My share's rather small." A smile.

Then she looks aside, glowering at the floor. "Of course, I can't invest in anything more for a couple more years, worse luck."

"I've to attend school," she continues, darkly. "My yearly income would put oligarchs to shame and then" - rather dramatically - "school."

quirked an eyebrow. He is slightly embarrassed now, thinking that he had mistaken her actions. He kind of just stares when he heard her_

_reply. *Rather* small, indeed. He dismissed her resemblance to Russia as mere coincidence. She didn't seem to be a nation... Or, at least_

_that is what he thinks. It was the dark expression and tone that had caught him off-guarded. That looked far too familiar for comfort. He_

_shifted, slightly uncomfortable. "A-Ah. Yes. That is quite unfortunate..."

sat up straighter. "Maybe," she started off again, sounding a little more optimistic, "the Boss wants me to be a little less ruthless with_

_money." A smile. Her purplish eyes glowed in the semi-darkness. "Does the school Council have a treasurer?" A pause. "Are you okay?"

just listened before blinking at the question. "Y-Yes. I am quite fine." It then hit him. Boss? Is she...? He cleared his throat and shook_

_his head. "No, unfortunately." Not to mention the vice-president went MIA on him. How did that shit beard manage to get that position_

_anyway?

grinned, and the effect was startling. "I could fill that slot, if you wish. I'm good with all types of green."

She turned towards the computer, and started up a webpage - more script, but it was full of 'possibilities'. "You have a grudge_

_against somebody," she said, smiling at the screen. "Who is it?"

taken aback by a moment. "Well, yes. I could see that... I will take that into consideration." There was a certain amount of trust needed_

_to fill up that position. He looked at the screen as well but back to the other once more when she spoke. He could recognise that smile,_

_all right. And not in a good way. He frowned a little and shook his head. "No one." He wasn't sure what she is trying to pull off though.

nodded slowly, still smiling. "Alright. Take your time." She clicked once on a link, and information filled the screen.

kept talking, as if processing the information and keeping up a conversation took up different, distinct parts of her mind.

"Have you tasted the cafeteria food around here?" Talent for switching subjects.

"It tastes like dust bunnies and the souls of dead snowflakes."

switched between looking at her and at the screen every now and then. He shook his head. "Well. I did." A chuckle. "I wouldn't know how_

_dust bunnies and 'souls of dead snowflakes' taste like... But it tasted fine to me."

"Insubstantial," expounded Anya. "Like dust. Snowflakes taste of water, this mush tastes worse." A shrug. "My Boss is mean."

A triumphant click. "He knows I like caviar."

Another click, and a dialog box appeared with a happy little ping. "Military defense sites look really bland in real life, did you know?"

"Not this is one," she followed up quickly, gesturing wildly, as if it was actually possible. "This is just a pro- eh, never mind."

frowned a little now. He thought the food actually tasted fine, but well, it was nothing as compared to his cooking, of course. "Ah._

_Caviar." He hardly remembered the last time he had actually ate them. Although, there was something nagging at the back of his head now._

_And it, uh, nagged at him more when he heard the next sentence. He narrowed his eyes now. "*How* would you even know what military defense_

_sites look like...?" And that panicked movement only served to peak his suspicions even further.

blew out quietly. Now what? "Let's just say I meddled a little in my spare time. There are so little opportunities for code writers_

_where I live. So I got a little... carried away." A coy smile. That had been good exercise.

"You know I could very well hand you over to the police for that..." And he would not hesitate either, considering the danger it could_

_potentially pose. What if she was intelligence for an unsavoury group? He leans forward a little. "... That is, unless you are Russia." He_

_had a feeling...

"Oh you wouldn't," said Anya, perfectly sure of it. "You'd need proof." Frenzied typing. A loading bar onscreen. "Your proof_

_just died." A low laugh. "Russia?"

Oh the irony. "How ever did you guess." She stood up, sweeping the chair away. "I suppose it'll be public now." A garish smile.

"Don't tell Ivan, will you? He was all for this."

walked away, dark-stockinged feet tapping regularly along the mosaic floor. Well, she'd blown that. Time to shift the sat dish_

_before the Prez did. A last glance behind her. And, before she left, a warning smile.

furrowed his eyebrows and stood up now, So she *had* been planning something, with the other Russia even! And if that smile is anything to_

_go by, it probably means he should follow her. A low growl as he finally stood up and ran behind her, hoping it wasn't much too late to_

_catch the Russian in whatever acts she had been planning.

came across the British boy again a few hours later, peering over her shoulder at a network schematics chart she'd been working at.

raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?" A pause. "Have you seen Ivan anywhere? I haven't seen him since I stepped in here."

"I need to give him a few sharp words. I don't know why he seemed positive about this charade." Dying of boredom as it was.

shook his head. "Not today. I did see him yesterday, however and he was--" He frowned a little in disapproval. "--drunk." He straightened_

_himself up and crossed his arms. "If by charade, you meant attending school, we don't really have much of a choice now, do we?"

"Drunk, huh?" A few long lines connecting the terminals in the staff room and the laboratory. "Things are normal, then."

"And yes, this is a charade. I thought I'd been 'schooled' in the kolkhoz." An involuntary shiver. "This is nearly as boring."

only just noticed the wires. "Well, our bosses wanted us to understand the modern education system..." Although, what for, even he wasn't_

_sure himself. He just did what he was told. He then gestured towards the wiring. "And, pray tell, *what* are you planning on?"

"Me?" Fail at innocent face. "This? Just a chart showing the networks in the school. Respectable wiring, really." She rubbed out one line.

The head terminal in the laboratory was the teacher's - she'd have to make an alteration there.

"Y'see, Ivan isn't in the least interested in this. Eduard is, but there's no way I can find of talking to him since I punched through_

_his home network. It wasn't really an accident, though - maybe a call for attention?" She turned back to her chart.

not exactly the one to come to when it comes to technology. He does not even know what a 'Tumblr' is. Jesus Christ, isn't tumbler just_

_some container for holding drinks? The last time someone had asked whether he had a 'Tumblr', he had, and this is an embarrassing memory,_

_actually handed over to that person an *actual* tumbler. Needless to say, he spent all day sulking under his blanket. "W-Well... If that_

_is the case..." He wasn't even sure how to reply to that. What does 'punch through his home network' mean? Literally? He did *not* want_

_for him to be a second 'Tumblr' incident again....

((for this*))

"You didn't hear of it?" A grin. She put her pencil down and turned in her chair. "It was actually part of something a little bigger.

I didn't bother 'bout that, of course. Purely for the kick I get out of breaking stuff."

[She's talking about this hack attack.

The Russians are well-versed with DDoS attacks, it seems.]

shook his head. He hadn't. Well, he *might* have but it was just that he was too clueless to discover that it relates to all these._

_"...Part of something bigger? B-But, why would you do that, I mean..." ((Ah. Thank you for the link >~< I only recently know what DDoS_

_is since LJ was harmed by it a few weeks back, if I am not mistaken.))

"It was, but I got paid for what i did, and I didn't bother investigating." The British boy seemed a little clueless, but she often got that

reaction when she babbled on about things liek this.

(*like)

She turned back to her chart and continued drawing lines. The chart looked a bit of a mess now, lines overlapping each other haphazardly.

But she knew it would help her soon enough.

nodded now and continued to watch. He still could not put trust in her though, for the treasurer position especially since she seems to be_

_so shady about all these... Not to mention, she would do anything as long as it was for her benefit.

glanced at the President. Recently everybody seemed very interested in her chart. She didn't think they knew what all the lines meant

and if they did, it wasn't going to do her any harm. After she used the chart, it was going in the Library. (Where oh where was Eduard...)

didn't even really know why she was taking so much care with her chart. She usually got by with a scrawled diagram on a torn sheet of

notebook paper. She wouldn't get anything out of this chart, either. Dissatisfied, she put her pencil down. "I'll complete this later,"

she said, and stood up to leave, hoping the Brit wouldn't follow her. It was easy enough to throw off stalkers online. In the real world?

She simply hadn't had it happen yet.

, indeed, did not know what the charts meant. The only person he knew who could possibly knows as much about all these was, well, Estonia._

_But he hardly ever heard from that bloke... And, well, he did not know the other world's Estonia either. He was momentarily stunned though_

_when she stood up and only nodded at her words. A-And! H-He is most certainly *not* a stalker! J-Just investigating! W-What if she really_

_is up to no good?! I-I mean how different could she be from Russia? And if that is the case... He shuddered a little. He watched as the_

_other left. Should he follow? It was his obligation as a president to make sure. But... Perhaps, he should let her off for the day...

((We don't have an Eduard but we do have an Evelin though >u< ))

[Ah... thanks.]

[The very same thing - inquisitive people looking over shoulders, happened in another plurk here, with Sakura instead.]

((Haha. Yeah, I did went through it briefly... Like the creeper that I am xD ))