Joint Pact Meeting [China Attendance Required] [Open to JP]
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Post by Belarus - Natalya Arlovskaya on May 31, 2015 9:07:58 GMT -5
Natalya takes some time to calm down some. Oh, she's still aware that she's overreacted. That doesn't mean she can stop the sudden intensity, the sudden harsh and practiced actions. Few people would have noticed if she hadn't snapped. Even if she'd appeared to have kept calm, the almost bored spinning of her knife would have quickly switched to being threatening, practiced, controlled. But she had shouted and there was a gouge in the table that shouldn't be there. For the people who really knew Natalya, of course, they'd realize that Venezuela was lucky the knife wasn't actually in his head. It was hard to make the woman react quite so visibly, but when she did, the results normally weren't so pretty. There were very few topics that caused her to react so emotionally, yes, but Venezuela had accidentally stumbled upon one that was also bathed in her most stinging, open, raw lacerations of memories. It was really a wonder she hadn't reacted worse, but thankfully, she didn't entirely take the boy seriously, and no one else seemed to either. When even North Korea thinks your idea is laughable... She had shifted her position to be slightly in front of Iryna at some point, a little closer to her than she'd been before. This was equally as protective of Iryna as it was protective of herself. True, it was an immediate defensive reaction at someone who had been hurt by the same things at Natalya had. But it was also because Iryna had always been her rock. She was always the one of the three of them with the greatest emotional intelligence. Therefore, when Natalya was upset, she had a tendency to subconsciously seek out her older sister, the one who always understood it. As Vietnam gave her an expression, and then spoke, as though Natalya should calm down, as though she had completely gone overboard, Natalya realized that Vietnam must not really understand. As she'd thought earlier: Vicente was lucky the knife hadn't gone through his head. Words can have many meanings. That word was among those that did, and she wasn't quite certain of how to explain it to Vietnam without speaking out loud, explain why it meant so much in the context of her family. How to explain? How to explain knowing you were always a step behind the man with the Hollywood smile, the taste of fear and paranoia under the roof of a house that twisted minds, hiding and covering to practice sitting still while a flash of light and an explosion would still tear you apart despite every safety drill you completed, the feeling of nausea and pain and burns and sinking and his fault, shattered trust scattered in melted reactor cores, failure, true pain, Chernobyl, Kyshtym, Astravyets, hidden disasters and too long until they evacuate, cancer that sunk deeply into your people and deeply into your core, wounds too raw for Natalya to understand, raw enough that they stung and burned through skin so thick that it typically repelled emotions altogether? Natalya could easily express emotions through her eyes if she tried but there were some things that were impossible to express unless the other person was there. So when Vietnam lightly pointed out that she had apparently overreacted, Natalya made a small, noncommittal scoff and looked at her with hard eyes. It read something like this: do not judge what you do not understand. For a moment, unbidden, the hand not holding a knife brushed against her upper chest before she moved it away, making it seem a quiet, unimportant motion as best she could (it wasn't). Then her wonderful, kind older sister deflects for her and Natalya is grateful because she can recognize that fact. Under the table, she lets her squeeze her hand because Natalya rarely showed her emotions but she's always shown them easiest to her older sister. Natalya visibly relaxed slightly as she glanced over her older sister for a moment. She was reacting quite poorly to a suggestion that even North Korea was laughing at, after all, though the only thing she'd be ashamed of herself for doing just then was revealing a weak spot in front of so many people. Perhaps, though, they'd take it as being overprotective of her sister? Iryna had just deflected it back towards Chernobyl, after all. "Вибачте. Я не повинен дозволити сам гнів так легко," she said in a quiet, somewhat petulant Ukrainian, mostly aiming it towards her sister, though it's towards her brother too. The Ukrainian in it of itself, though, is a tiny defiance. Her brother had always prefered for them to speak Russian, after all. However, it's also so that none of the others in the room can hear what she's saying. Many of them would likely have learned Russian, but Ukrainian seems less likely. She doesn't apologize often. Only her sister and brother can typically make her do that, and only her siblings get to hear it. Not that she's even really apologizing for her words, mind you. She's only apologizing that she got angry so quickly. She still maintains that her reaction was at least somewhat appropriate, even as the forceful, irritated way she'd been acting a moment ago faded as she recognized the situation she was actually in. Вибачте. Я не повинен дозволити сам гнів так легко. =
Vybachte. Ya ne povynen dozvolyty sam hniv tak lehko. =
Sorry. I should not allow myself to anger so easily.
(This is where I note that this might not be 100% accurate. I apologize.)
A historical note: Chernobyl is, of course, Chernobyl. Astravyets is the location of Belarus's nuclear power plant. Kyshtym (the one you probably don't know) was the closest location to a nasty nuclear accident in the Soviet Union. After a chemical explosion at a nuclear weapons research facility in Russia in 1957, a plume of radiation was released over a wide area as well as into a nearby river. Some heavily affected places weren't evacuated until nearly a year after the disaster, though the closest locations were evacuated in a week to two weeks. The incident was only vaguely reported on and not really explained due to the secret nature of the weapons research facility (indeed, those close locations evacuated after a week were only really told after a week, and only vaguely knew it involved radiation), and it wasn't until 1976 that the nature of the disaster was actually made apparent to the world. So now you know. |
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 21:47:21 GMT -5
The sudden, violent-sounding noise causes Vicente to jump, never mind the fact that it happened at the other end of the table. And when Natalya suddenly launches into an angry rant at him, he can only blink at her in surprise. Not at what she's saying - for half of it he's not even sure what she's talking about, but the other half makes sense and why does she have to say it that way? The main thing that he gets from it is that she thinks that he's stupid, but he just asked a simple question - people don't usually get that angry when he asks what turns out to be a stupid question...
When the shock leaves his face it's replaced by a nervous look - Ivan's sister is scary, and he definitely didn't want to give her another reason to be upset at him. She's just so easy to accidentally upset, is all... In fact, the only thing he says in return is quietly muttered because he's worried that it might make the situation worse. Though on the other hand, he can't help himself. "I don't let the Allegiance tell me what's moral," he states, because that's completely true - he never has, never will. In fact, he listens to very few other nations when it comes to that subject, and often it's because his arm's being twisted. Still that's the only thing he has to say in response - the rest he can't argue with at all, he supposes.
And then Yong-Sun speaks up, which is good because it's plenty distracting from the discomfort of Natalya's outburst. While he doesn't appreciate the somewhat condescending tone, from this he gathers that nukes are not only personally objectionable to Ivan's sister, they also wouldn't work this time. Which is really all he feels he needed to know - no need to get ticked off. So he simply nods to Yong-Sun - okay, he understands.
He opens his mouth to respond but then Thi starts talking. And what she says causes a perplexed frown to come to his face - what, did she just call him a toddler? This is about the point that he starts to understand that perhaps his innocent question was not the sort of question that he should have asked. Thi is normally extremely nice to him, even though she's apparently quite old and - as everyone reminds him frequently - he's very young. For her to say such a thing, he must have made a big mistake.
Which is only underlined when another nation speaks up and he finds himself sinking a bit in his chair - okay, can he just take back his question now? Please? But he isn't so preoccupied by that thought that he fails to notice Ivan standing and heading over to him... oh, crap. He's too terrified to do anything until he's directly asked a question, and when he is he timidly says, "Si, lo siento... It was just a question... You could have just said 'no'..." So much for his earlier feeling of being the all-important leader of their South American efforts - at the moment he'd rather disappear until everyone forgets about him.
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Post by Vietnam - Nguyen Thi on Jun 1, 2015 22:23:42 GMT -5
Just because a nation has no experience with nuclear disasters doesn't mean that they're wholly ignorant about the technology. Vietnam, for example, has a healthy respect for all things nuclear - she has nuclear power plants herself and has taken as much care as she can to ensure that they're managed in a safe manner, and has opted not to attempt to make weapons even though she suspects that she could get away with it. What need does she have for them when someone who does have them would almost undoubtedly avenge her if they were used against her? Exactly who the avenger would be would depend on who the guilty party was, but either way it would happen so why should she play with such a dangerous technology if she doesn't need to?
Still, though she has that respect for the technology, what she's lacking is the first-hand passion of Russia's sisters. That's why Venezuela's suggestion failed to bother her in the least - she knew that it would immediately be rejected, so there's no need to be upset. Even when it appears that she's in the minority on that opinion, she fails to be riled - instead she listens quite politely as Ukraine speaks. But instead of answering the question immediately, she turns her head to look pointedly to Russia, who is already headed toward Venezuela as if already knowing that what is about to happen will provide a better answer than her words could describe.
Hearing the boy's quiet words, her smile brightens and she turns back toward Ukraine as she simply adds, "Vâng, but the pain of falling is a good teacher - they do not need to also be scolded." And she greatly suspects that Venezuela will never be so quick to even mention nuclear weapons again after this experience - he looks so embarrassed it's adorable! "This is why I suggested that we discuss how else we might stop Japan," she adds, trying again to shift the group back to that topic. This meeting already probably going to be a waste of her time aside from reaffirming her strong diplomatic ties to the rest of the Joint Pact, and if they spend much more of the meeting discussing how bad nuclear warfare is then that problem will rapidly get even worse.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 16:57:52 GMT -5
There was a drumming in his ears. It was not caused by how he sprinted, trying to keep up with Audra, the lesser known name of his capital, Vilnius. It was caused by a much more pressing anxiety. He was late to the meeting Mr. Russia had called. Lativa and Estonia were already there and he wasn’t! Mr. Russia was certainly going to be displeased and while he might not show it when he entered, he would after the meeting. Toris shuddered and fell into step beside Audra. He hadn’t meant to be so late, but Audra had detained him for much longer than he’d thought to speak about the troops that they were sending to the Western front of the war. So many questions and Audra was nothing, but full of opinions. She always had been. She was going to be trouble here. If she interrupted the meeting it would be bad, and Russia didn’t waste his time speaking to the disgruntled territories of other nations. It was wrong, Lithuania agreed, but it was how it was and Ivan got things done anyway. He could always speak to Russia himself about the problems. Later. Toris threw himself in front of the door and stared at Audra. “Vilnius, I will take your matters to him, myself. You-you don’t have to trouble yourself. I’ll be happy to do it. Just please,” he beseeched, “Go away. The others need you far more than these matters, which I’ll again be happy to address.” She needed to leave. He needed her leave. More important things had need to be spoken of first. Of course, she didn’t care. Her green eyes pierced into him and she pushed him aside and entered the doorway. “Where that bastard Russia anyway? I want to give him a piece of my—”Her mouth was covered, she was thrown back, and Lithuania was on the door, bolting it within seconds. He pressed his back against it and gave a nervous smile to the room as it shook and scathing Lithuanian was screeched. She was such an ass…She was going to get him punished. “P-pl-please excuse her….Audra loves to live up to her name, but she’s harmless. More bark than bite unless you’re fighting her. Which none of you ever will, I promise!” He raised his hands and finally the pounding stopped and he rushed before the gathered. He shook, of course, and bowed. “Anyway…I’m so sorry I’m late. My people detained me far more than I had anticipated.” And his capital was just…overbearing. “Please accept my apologies and I’ll…I’ll…” He looked up and swallowed before he saw Estonia and Lativa. He rushed up to the seat beside them, a free one next to Natalya. “I’ll just sit down, yes?...Did I miss anything important?” He hoped not. He glanced at the other Baltics nervously.
Audra is a feminine name in Lithuanian that means "Storm". Obviously I figured it would fit her and her opinionated attitude.
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Post by Belarus - Natalya Arlovskaya on Jun 3, 2015 19:14:14 GMT -5
As Natalya's red vision and harsh temper faded further, she realized that the meeting seemed to be quickly devolving into argument about a metaphor that was quickly growing clumsy. Of course, that really wasn't everything there was, but she was just a bit irritated so she'd pretend that was all anyone was doing for now. She sighed. She almost wanted to jump at Vietnam for arguing with her sister, but she was also changing the subject, and they really, really needed to do that, if only because if the conversation continued she was certain to get angry again.
That, or the meeting would continue getting nowhere at all, but it was doomed to from the start. No meeting of this many Nations in one room would stay on topic for long.
She didn't bother retorting to Vietnam at this point. Natalya was fairly certain her point had gotten across and was also fairly certain that, if nothing interrupted it, the argument would continue as-was without her intervention. If it could even be called an argument. They were clearly fighting, but they all had the same opinion. Why had she blown up like that? She still maintained that it wasn't an overreaction, or at least, not too much of one, but if she hadn't done that then maybe this not-actually-an-argument wouldn't be happening.
Her body language read 'stand down', though she was still wary and tense, though that was inevitable in a room full of so many potentially dangerous Nations. She'd completely sunk back into a "relaxed" form, though it wasn't really relaxed. In fact, she quickly moved to ignoring anything had happened altogether. She suspected Iryna would talk to her about it later, but for now she wouldn't try to explain the scars wrapped around her neck and chest or the way her breath sometimes came in little pants (that would also require trying to explain why she wasn't healing, and she wasn't about to do that).
Then the interruption that could end the argument came in. And suddenly, Natalya's mood lifted slightly. This had less to do with the fact that Toris was entering than the voice that carried through the door as he came in late. Had she not heard it, perhaps she would have been irritated with Lithuania for being so disrespectful of the meeting. However, the meeting didn't matter, and that voice was fairly hard to forget if you knew it at all well.
“Where that bastard Russia anyway? I want to give him a piece of my—” Yep. Definitely Vilnius. She was one of those people who are nearly impossible to properly forget once you've properly met them. She'd only properly met Vilnius a few times, and it had been a long time since they last met, but she definitely knew the lady. She'd had to deal with the girl quite a bit when she was still a part of the Duchy of Lithuania.
So, instead of getting an irritated expression when Lithuania came in late, she merely raised an eyebrow, her expression mostly blank but her eyes flashing with amusement. In fact, had it been anyone else, one might have said that she was holding back laughter. Her eyes trailed him as he embarrassedly drew up a seat next to her, and then she was flanked by two of her biggest supporters, her sister and Lithuania. Without even realizing it, the remaining nervous, pacing energy, the remaining fight-or-flight from the reaction moments ago bled away as she recognized that nothing could catch her here.
She put the knife down as Lithuania sat. "Well, thus far," she began, "We're supposed to deal with Japan, apparently China's awakened a "sleeping giant" or something of the like, Venezuela's being an ignorant little brat, China's being an ass (though he normally is), and we've talked of nothing of actual relevance, though, for a novelty, I actually contributed to getting off topic! So, no. I suspect you're fine."
Never let it be said that Natalya couldn't be cynical. Or summarize a meeting briefly. That felt like an accurate enough summary, although she suspected she could have tried harder and offended everyone in the room. No one could argue that she was lying, though.
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Jun 6, 2015 20:52:44 GMT -5
China may have seemed absent from everything that was going on, but he was listening. It would have been foolish of his not to listen. He would listen but acknowledging everyone being children as another matter. He could be polite in this situation but why would he allow them to step on him when this meeting was clearly called to call out a failure? There was no failure in his eyes. Japan being gone from his house was not something he wasn’t used to. Whatever sleeping giant they were talking about didn’t worry him. They were all giants and they were awake.
When Vietnam shoved his request aside he sighed. Well, at least he could get it fixed later. He didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Their attentions were suddenly distracted by Venezuela’s outburst. He smirked at the comment. The child was so young, and he was jumped on so quickly for it. He could have come to his defense on the matter but it was best to let him learn how the dogs around him would bite at the thought. They all despised nuclear war, but it was never taken completely off the table….They were all dogs that would bite the hand that fed them.
Except for him of course.
Unlike everyone else in the room he knew exactly what he was doing and why he had done what he had. The only problem was he wasn’t telling anyone why and that fact was driving Russia insane. He didn’t care, let him call all the wasted meetings he wanted. There was nothing that was going to interrupt what he was doing and his silence in the matter was the most important part. If Russia thought his friends didn’t have secrets then he was truly more ignorant than he’d thought. His eyes turned to Belarus, Russia overzealous sister. If he wasn’t secure in his current position on the war he might have said she was one to be afraid of in a room alone. He already knew that she had always hated him, not that she ever had to tell him.
After the children were done he finally sighed and decided to give his thoughts on the matter. “ Since I would like to go home at a decent hour I would like to actually request that someone put a solution on the table to this “giant”, Or accept that I am in complete control of the situation with my brother.” He stated plainly and kept his eyes on Belarus to answer her comment to him. He had little patience for this meeting, considering it was called at such an inconvenient time, he had a plane to catch.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jun 15, 2015 22:44:34 GMT -5
His ever constant smile shifted to a not as please frown when he heard the Ukrainian slip out of his sister’s mouth. It was a silly slightly offensive tactic of his younger sister to do, especially since the nations that spoke Russian in the room were few, and it would have been more appropriately to say it in his language. Not that Ivan did not speak his sister’s languages, he did. He only thought it best if they are a unified family front, and he preferred Russian to the other language. Everyone in his home spoke Russian. It was required.
“You should also remember the correct language, yes?” he remarked in Russian to his sister in a cheery tone, though there was an obvious command.
As little Venezuela agreed, he patted his hair, ruffling it with his gloved hand with praise. “I am happy you understand,” he agreed, and slowly moved back to his seat. He listened to Vietnam, but did not comment. He agreed, it was merely a foolish suggestion by someone who did not know. Ignorance can be forgiven as long as the person is willing to learn, but there was no reason to continue this topic of conversation. He wished to get back to business as he sat down next to China again.
As he sat down, a city, a county, or something busted through the door insulting him. His eyes widened somewhat in confusion, but the thing was dragged back out. He did not like associating with nation’s cities. He had his own to handle, and they could be quite the rumbustious of areas, not to mention, quite cruel and bitter. He tried to teach them how to smile, but they always seemed to give him the look of you-cannot-be-serious. He inwardly sighed. Children. They are so difficult. He perked up, however, as Lithuania appeared. He had been missing his presence, but his words made him nervous. He never liked Lithuania’s people. They always tried to take him away from him.
He forced a smile as his eyes followed the man across the room, never leaving him, as he sat down. “If you have trouble with your people, I am happy to speak with them,” he stated with a creepy smile that could cause the devil to shake.
China finally spoke up and pulled his attention away from his favorite pet. He turned and looked at the old sometimes wise man. “Oh! There you are China. I had forgotten your presence since you have decided to be so unhelpful,” he giggled and grabbed his hand again, as the man tried to pull back his power. “I do wish instead of hiding these great plans you have in mind that you might share them with your allies,” he leaned forward and brought his lips to his ear, his grip on his hand becoming tighter, almost painfully so, “Whatever you are hiding, Yao, I will find out. I do not like secrets.”
He pulled back away, smile still on his features, “I do have a few ideas. If we can hack into Japan’s monetary system or military system, we can unfold an economic crisis as well as a military one at the same time. I would think with myself, China, and North Korea, we might be able to accomplish such a task, da?” He kept his grip tighter.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2015 12:38:28 GMT -5
It was easy to fade back into the background and watch proceedings. That was what she usually did during meetings such as this, and now that her sister was starting to calm down she saw fewer reasons to interject. Really, the only reason she spoke up in the first place was upon seeing how upset her dear sister was, and to protect her.
Iryna smiled at her brother when he reminded Natalya to speak in Russian, yet hidden far underneath that smile was a spark of anger. She squeezed her sister's hand tighter. How dare he. How dare he. She wasn't even upset by the insinuation that her language was incorrect (well, maybe a little, but that wasn't the primary source of her anger). No, she was upset with the way that her younger brother spoke to her younger sister. Natalya should be able to speak whatever language she wanted to, not what Ivan directed them to. Why was it so important that they speak Russian anyway? Family was important, but there was no reason to force them to speak Russian other than control.
Fortunately the subject turned away from Natalya, Iryna, and nuclear warfare and back toward the task at hand. She liked that, as it was a lot less personal. She wasn't so sure that she enjoyed the subject, not when her brother once again focused on Japan (there was no reason to focus on Japan, not when this was only supposed to be about bringing their family back together), but it was better than the prior line of conversation.
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Post by Belarus - Natalya Arlovskaya on Jun 21, 2015 13:56:43 GMT -5
It should be noted that Natalya would not normally snark at her brother at this point, especially while surrounded by other people. However, it should also be noted that Natalya was already in an irritable mood by this point in time, and that her more sarcastic and dry side was firing in full swing. It should be noted that her sister was also sitting directly next to her and that if there was anyone Natalya managed to be even more protective over than her older brother, it was her older sister. So in combination, that meant Natalya was suddenly much, much more beligerant than her brother might have predicted.
For a moment, she merely narrowed her eyes before pulling them away again. Her brother was being stupid, just as it would have been stupid for China, the scheming creature, not to at least have a working knowledge of Russian. It did not help that if there was anything Natalya was touchy over, it was language. One of the things that had done the worst damage to her psyche the first time around had been her brother's insistance on Russian. She would not repeat that again. She was ever-so-slightly tempted to spend the entire rest of the meeting speaking in every language she knew except for Russian, minus perhaps the ones she only learned in order to spy more efficiently.
Correct language, her ass.
Of course, she would have only given her brother chilled, glaring eyes for a moment if it hadn't been for Iryna's reaction. She'd just turned back away from her brother when she felt her sister squeeze her hand tighter and then she saw red. That had been Ukrainian. Had he really dared-? She'd been apologizing in her sister's language because Iryna deserved the greater apology in this instance and also because China would know Russian! China would have to be even more stupidly arrogant than he already seemed to be not to know some Russian! And now, here was her sister, holding a bit more of that wrongness, that whatever-was-upsetting-her, because of her brother's words.
So Natalya, with an expression nearing pleasant and with an even tone of voice, turned back to her brother. For any Nation around them that did not understand what she was saying, she would seem to be replying something pleasant, possibly kind, to her brother. A perfect facade. This is what she actually said: "I will keep that in mind."
This would not be a problem, had she not chosen to say it in perfectly-accented Ukrainian instead of Russian.
Thus satisfied, she went back to pretending she didn't care about what was going on around her in the meeting, instead playing with her knives (and leaving one hand in her sister's for the time being). She nodded in quiet agreement with Russia's idea on how to deal with Japan, though inwardly, she wanted to argue that trying to defeat Japan with technology seemed like trying to beat Alfred in arm wrestling. She refrained. She supposed she had caused enough trouble for the time being. At least Ivan seemed to realize that China was hiding things, yes? It was always satisfying to see her brother doing something that wasn't chasing after that scorpion.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jun 25, 2015 23:13:31 GMT -5
Ivan always had a set guideline to those who lived under his roof. He did not consider his request outrageous by any means. He took on the responsibility of caretaker, and he would happily supply defense, financial support, and resources to all those who lived under his care. In return, he asked for the home to be kept up, cleaning and cooking. Remembering the garden outside when he was not present. It was only fair that each person contribute equal support to make certain the house stays together. The idea centered back to his days with communism and while he had learned communism does not work on a large scale, it can certainly work on the scale of a family unit. If a family unit were run like capitalism, children would die from starvation. In family it was not about one person’s success, it was about the group’s success.
Asking his family to speak one language only helped the family bond closer together and work at ease with one another. Russian only made the most natural sense. A portion of their people already spoke Russian, and all of his people did. They could have chosen Ukrainian or Belarusian, but why? Few of his people spoke it as a second language and even fewer spoke it as a first. Not to mention that the others in his home would be in similar difficult positions. Nyet, it made sense if they all spoke Russian. He would have let his sisters behavior slide due to the topic of conversation and the fact that he knew occasionally they spoke their native tongue, he only asked that they do not do it in front of him and not in his home, and especially not in front of a group. It showed a lack of unity, and he demanded unity. Even when fights might erupt within the home, he made certain that no whispers of it ever left the home. Quarrels must be private.
The slight of her sister’s statement did not go unnoticed, and he turned to focus a sharp gaze towards her with his ever present smile. “If you plan to be unpleasant, you do not have to participate. You may wait for me at home,” he answered in Russian, his voice sweet except for the obvious threat.
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Post by Vietnam - Nguyen Thi on Jun 28, 2015 3:40:52 GMT -5
When other people are being rude - especially if they're being rude in general and not being rude directly toward her - it's Vietnam's general reaction to simply wait politely for the rudeness to end. However, that seems to mean a very long wait at this point. Between Lithuania's lateness, that outburst from his city, Belarus's offensive summary of the meeting (though she does notice and appreciate the fact that she was not mentioned), and then Russia getting into what is clearly a family fight in front of everyone, she's left with a lot of things to politely ignore.
It's the fact that the arguing siblings have switched languages that she finds the most troublesome, which is why, when she finds a moment to butt in, she takes it - as politely as possible, of course. Clearing her throat, she asks, "Excuse me, Comrade Russia, but would not your plan for Japan be like trying to kill a turtle by stepping upon it?" She asks the question in Russian - with a rather thick accent, though her words are perfectly understandable. Being such a nationalist, more concerned with herself than with the world at large, she knows very few languages beyond her own compared to most countries. And the few that she does know she only really uses when she has to.
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Post by Belarus - Natalya Arlovskaya on Jul 1, 2015 21:03:51 GMT -5
Natalya wasn't in the mood for this. She was never in the mood for this, certainly, but the subject had at least somewhat changed. She'd prefer to hear more talking about Japan to this, because she would inevitably keep on arguing and that was a horrible idea in front of China. That's why she was trying to keep her expression pleasant, her phrases short. She simply couldn't let China know that there was much of a rift between Ivan and herself. Not that there was much of one, mind you, but the fact that China could see that there was one at all suddenly made her very nervous for some reason.
So she ended the argument quickly. She held her sister's hand tightly, trying to convey that she didn't need to be upset and that Natalya would deal more with this later. She then looked up at her brother and raised one eyebrow, not replying out loud at all. Her expression, while mostly neutral or curious on someone else or in a different context, was almost like she was casually baring her teeth in this situation. She then looked away. Funny. He was telling her to play nice when she was rarely a person who played nice at all. She was a naturally abrasive sort of person and they both knew it. She wasn't really acting like anything different from normal, she was just doing so in a way he didn't like. Calling her out on being 'unpleasant' was bullshit, and they both knew it.
And then, almost as if to prove her point, Vietnam interjected in Russian with her own thoughts on the affair with Japan. Natalya gave a curt nod in agreement with the Asian woman. It appeared that she wasn't the only one who saw trying to go after Japan with technology as a recipe for disaster. There had to be better methods. No, Natalya knew for a fact there were better methods. She went back to spinning her knife, fully prepared to go back into a state of only slight focus. If these were the sorts of ideas they would be churning out in this meeting, then the meeting was useless already. Really, the easiest solution was the obvious-
Something in her froze.
She kept on playing with a knife, of course. She didn't freeze visibly. But something had just hit her. Something so paranoid that even Natalya wanted to dismiss it offhand. It was nothing, though. This meeting was full of people who were clearly over-thinking things, people who were clearly idiots (just look at Venezuela's idea). The obvious solution would be the last one they came up with.
Except neither China nor her brother were idiots, and China seemed like the sort of person who would rarely over-think things at all, even if Natalya knew her brother might.
Slowly, very slowly, she recalculated. She doubted that her most paranoid corners of her suspicions were correct, but she had few doubts that at least some of it, if directly called out, might come to light. Because surely the person most at threat from Japan couldn't have possibly missed this, right? It was absurd to think that China had really, truly missed this completely, except the idea that China had missed it somehow seemed more appealing than the can of worms it would open if he hadn't. If anything, it was probably that misguided sibling loyalty that China felt, the one that blinded him to Japan's current mental state.
(But what if, the fully formed paranoid voice in the back of Natalya's head whispered, he wasn't blind to that at all...?)
Natalya paused, and switching out of Ukrainian and Russian and back to the language everyone had been speaking to begin with. "...I agree with Vietnam," she began slowly. For those first four words, her accent was unusually pronounced, thick and heavy in a way that it rarely was when switching between languages she knew very well. No matter. She was still thinking. Her hand remained in her sister's. "There is a much better solution." Suddenly, she struggled with how to state what should have been obvious from the beginning, something that she was nearly embarrassed she was going to have to say despite her lack of participation. At the same time, though, she was struggling to say it in a way that called out China in particular.
Suddenly, she very much wished that she'd chosen better battles to fight today.
"Do we all forget that Japan has only the barest of standing armies? The man himself is horribly dangerous, but his nation's very constitution forbids him the size army he needs to defend himself. I understand that he is protected by America, but even he is spread a bit thin." She paused, flipping her knife between her fingers for a moment.
"China, however... you have quite a large army on standby, yes? One that we've seen very little of. With my brother's help, wouldn't Japan's greatest weakness simply be a flat-out invasion, given your vastly superior numbers?"
She really, really hoped everyone had just missed this, or that there was something she was missing. Some important piece. Something that Japan could use that would make him too difficult to invade. Some sibling loyalty that meant China didn't want to hurt Japan (though that seemed thoroughly disproven). Perhaps it would be some kind of political nightmare. Perhaps this had already been discussed and thrown out. Something that meant China, no matter how much she distrusted him, hadn't actively avoided what suddenly seemed very obvious.
Because otherwise, that meant China's army was elsewhere.
Where?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2015 12:28:52 GMT -5
Of course. Saying anything against Ivan and in defense of themselves was seen as 'unpleasant'.Iryna was beyond frustrated, and yet still felt for Ivan. He was her brother and she knew where he was coming from. She knew that his obsession with control now more than likely had to do with his lack of control during their childhood. That still didn't make what he was doing right by any means, even if it did offer an explanation.
Iryna was actually relieved when Natalya finally dropped the subject, and squeezed her sister's hand once more. Natalya, of course, was making very good points that she agreed with, though she did not think it was entirely wise to challenge Ivan in front of everyone in the Joint Pact (even if it was in a language that most of them did not speak). She also did not want Ivan to lash out and Natalya to suffer as a result.
Nevertheless...Natalya was making very good points, and she supported what her sister was saying. They just had to be careful about what they were doing. Natalya always was more upfront than Iryna...
The subject turned back to Japan and China, and Iryna felt a lot more at ease. She did not care particularly much about China or Japan. She did disagree with China's action, on the other hand. Though Iryna was beginning to question her brother's motives, she would never, ever think about literally shooting her own brother in the back.
Well...no, that wasn't entirely true anymore. She would consider it if and only if the alternative was watching the same happen to her sister at Ivan's hands.
Iryna had nothing to add verbally, and thus she decided to sit by and watch as everything folded out once more. She could gather some useful information from this, at the very least.
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Jul 21, 2015 19:55:48 GMT -5
China tried to move his hand away but he was caught and roughly jerked forward. The nerve of doing this at a meeting! How rude! He struggled for a moment, but listened intently to what the Russian had to say. His hand began cramping as his words became fierce and threatening. Even when he pulled away he didn’t let go.
“Hmph.” He huffed. He wasn’t going to have anything to do with doing that. He didn’t have the man power at the moment or the resources to spare. Not that they knew about any of that but it simply wasn’t possible for him. Perhaps North Korea would be better suited for the task. Though he wouldn’t exactly consider his little brother that reliable when it came to doing as he was told. It seemed to be something that ran in the family.
Not to say that those around him didn’t suffer similar problems. Russia’s family may have looked perfect but China had seen plenty of intimidated faces in his time on this Earth. He kept a tight hold over them, much better than China had over his own. At least that much credit Russia deserved. When his own sister began speaking in his language it caught his attention but he didn’t speak about it. His eyes merely stayed on hers until she finished. China understood most of Russian, enough to get by decently though he wouldn’t call himself fluent in it.
His attention was taken as Bealrus began to speak again. She really did speak with venom on her tongue as she spoke lowly of his brother and then even lower of himself with his absence. If only she knew what she was talking about, she might have been more inclined to hold her tongue. “I could send a few, but otherwise my troops are occupied.” he replied quickly and looked back down at his nails as if it was closed business and everyone should just move on.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jul 26, 2015 21:58:32 GMT -5
Ivan pouted out his lips in disappointment when Thi rejected it. Japan held talent with technology, and Ivan recognized it. Though he was not the only nation that had kept up with the internet and the important tool it held in warfare. After all, his government censored most items on the internet, and that took talent when people like Alfred spouted out anything that came to their mind on the internet. He had come across to many web pages about men trying to stuff their mouths with marshmallows or cats being dropped on trampolines. He did not understand the point for sharing such silliness. Then again, Ivan always liked the kitty videos. They made him smile. Sometimes in cute little outfits, or playing at dogs ear, and those funny little picture with the one that looks grumpy saying “We all hate Monday.” He chuckled to himself. It made his heart feel light just thinking about the cats. He would get a cat if they did not have such a short life. His thoughts had roamed off topic. He knew the internet well, and the deep web even better. After all, a personal hobby of his was hacking into the White House security system and finding security tapes of Alfred tripping on carpet in front of important Ambassadors and then sharing such footage on the you tube. He had his own the you tube channel called IdiotsattheWhiteHouse. He could hack into Japan’s system with ease he suspected, and even if he was not the best in the world, he also had China and North Korea who held their own skills.
His pout only deepened when his sister agreed with Thi. At least she had stopped with her insufferable behavior. He needed to chat with both of his sisters after the meeting. They should be by his side, not causing difficulties in front of his allies. He let his sister continue speaking. He did offer an open floor for discussion. As she went on, his hand grew tighter around Yao’s basically to the point of crushing it. Yes, he had noticed such factors as well, which is why for thirty years he had been trying to convince Yao to take over the island to their east. He tried to keep his smile, except this very issue had been a constant hurdle.
His smile twitched, almost unsettling when Yao finally spoke. He sat like that, his bright purple eyes staring numbly across the table, his lip twitching, and his entire form stiff like a statue. It almost appeared as if the large Russian had run out of batteries and someone was needed to wind him back up.
Occupied?
His troops are occupied?
Ah.
How interesting….
His fingers, almost mechanically dethatched from Yao’s hand, and he shifted his seat to face Yao directly. His same fingers moved upwards and slowly touched his cheek, pushing the strand of hair around his ear, and allowing his touch to trail down his neck. “Please inform, what are they occupied with?” he asked with a loving, extremely unsettling smile.
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