Don't fight your fate [Germany]
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Mar 29, 2015 21:58:17 GMT -5
Ludwig certainly hadn't meant his comment about Ukraine to be derogatory in any way. If anything, the thought had been very... complimentary. But he was quite certain that it would get to the Russian either way, which was the real point to having said anything at all. Of course, he knows that saying such things has its consequences, but every tactic has its positive and negative aspects - he knows that. He knew even before he said it how the Russian was likely to react, but even in the current confusion of his mind he knows that it was worth it to him - it means far more than the mere satisfaction of upsetting a nation who deserves to be upset.
He can't help but try to pull his arm away from the dagger, but the chains make that impossible. Instead his main reaction is a sharp inhale and a tightening of his jaw - he's not about to give the Russian the satisfaction of hearing him scream. "I'm a free country, I can think about vhatever I vant," he responds through gritted teeth, simply to demonstrate for the Russian that the pain is not unnerving him - the will of his people is strong, and so is his. He sees no reason to say anything about whether or not he'll stay away from the man's sisters - of course he won't! They shouldn't be subject to their brother if they don't want to be, and he intends to give them their freedom before this is over.
Of course, he doesn't have much time to worry about that issue for very long, because now he's being stabbed somewhere more significant. Gasping at the sheer intensity of the pain, his limbs simultaneously jerk at the chains, but of course that does nothing. He just manages a moan before he's gasping for breath. It's ironic - he doesn't actually need to breath to live, but his body doesn't seem to understand that. He attempts to speak, but at the first try he only manages a cough. The second attempt is somewhat more successful. "You... vake me up like this... and expect me to remember...?" is all the response that he gives.
He's no longer looking at Russia anymore, his eyes have grown distant as he finds himself most able to focus on the pain than anything else. In fact, much of him actually prefers to focus on the pain instead of upon his surroundings.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Mar 31, 2015 18:45:04 GMT -5
To say Ivan was in a horrible mood would be an understatement at the moment. His body ached and barely function in the way he wished, his head hurt and pounded against his inner skull, and he was left to handle Germany who held no respect for his family. He had always considered Germany a reasonable nation. They worked together at the beginning of World War II, and they both demanded perfection out of their operations. As an ally, Germany could be a true friend. As an enemy, he was infuriating.
Ivan smiled darkly. It was not his usual kind childish smile. No, it was a smile you might see on sociopath right before they come in for the kill. “That is not the answer I am looking for,” he said in a high pitched voice as he grabbed his pipe in his hand. He brought it in the air and slammed it against the German’s face. “Let’s try again,” he giggled, rolling the pipe in his hand, “Where is little Poland staying?”
He would continue with this joyous fun until either Germany gave him an answer or the man fainted from exhaustion. Either way, it made Ivan feel ten times happier. His men. His men. He killed them in a ridiculous plan of escape. All their families. Their children. They would feel pain for nothing. He had blown Ivan to pieces in the process, knocking him out for a week. Time that could have been much better used than remembering his terrible past. His sisters…to think if the man ever touched either of them. He would cut off his hands, and continue to cut them off if they reattached or regrew. Yes, a good pounding in the face was what Germany deserved, and Ivan was more than happy to institute it.
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Mar 31, 2015 21:35:15 GMT -5
Ludwig can't say that he's in the best mood either. Then again, he knows that he should be in a worse mood, given what's happening to him. Blame it on the endorphins from the pain - he has a rather lot of both of those at the moment. Especially the latter - if Russia had just removed the dagger in his lung, it could at least start to heal, but the wound is being forced to remain open. And there's nothing he can do about that.
No longer giving the Russian his undivided attention, the blow from the pipe catches him completely off guard. Not that there was much he could have done about it even if he'd seen it coming. In fact for a few moments he isn't even sure what happened - there's a lot of pain in his face, but also in his head. Waves of it seem to bounce around in it for a few moments before he can think of much else.
Only after that does he realize that Russia asked him a question, though at first his only response is a profoundly confused expression. "That did not... help my memory..." he mutters quietly. Why is Russia asking about a silly thing like Poland? He's only a... no wait, that before the war. So why is Russia asking him about him if he's... wait, he brought him back... no, Russia took him...
It takes his mind a few more moments to catch up to the present, slowed both by the fact that he's not fully recovered from the grenade but also by all the pain distracting his thoughts, but his expression finally smooths. "Ah!" he says in realization. Poor Poland - the man was looking positively war-torn the last time he saw him. The armies on both sides have been pushing back and forth in his area so much that the host of their battles has been rendered rather helpless to do much beyond attempting to manage the western reaches of his country as best he can and pray that his allies can save him. He's certainly not capable of doing it himself now - in direct contrast to Germany, Poland is now as weak as a kitten.
But that doesn't mean that the German is about to give him up. Especially since now that he can remember Poland's situation, it's reminded him of his own beyond the obvious. "Poland is safe..." he answers simply. Allowing enough of a pause after the words to make it clear that yes, that's the only answer he's giving, he adds, "You should hit me again... maybe I can finish my dream..." Well, probably not - he may be in a lot of pain right now, but he knows himself well enough to know that he can take a lot more without passing out.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Apr 3, 2015 11:25:17 GMT -5
Feliks and Ivan had a long past filled with many struggles. The obnoxious nation had been a terrible bully to Ivan during his youth, constantly trying to take his land and order him around. He had been one of the nations who truly convinced Ivan that if he wanted to be safe, he needed to grow stronger, stronger than everyone. Ivan planned to make Poland fill the same pain he had felt for all those years. It was only fair that Ivan returned the favor. Partitioning Poland was one of his favorite hobbies, after all.
He only wanted for Poland to return home to teach him again why Cross-Dressing is frowned upon in Russia. He didn’t think it was too much to ask.
His smile remained in place as Germany played stupid. Tsk. Tsk. Germany always liked to make it far more difficult then it needed to be. Couldn’t they be friends? All Ivan wanted were friends.
“I did not ask for his well-being. I asked for his location,” he stated, looking at his metal pipe. He ran his hands up and down the object. He actually had gotten this pipe in Germany almost a century ago. It had served him well during the years, even though it did not automatically produce water in any location he put it in. It had other purposes.
“Germany, we are friends, da?” he asked, his expression softening as he turned to look at the bleeding man before him. “I do not wish to cause you harm,” he pouted, “You make me do so.”
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Apr 3, 2015 19:04:36 GMT -5
Ludwig has his own past history with Feliks. In fact, some of his early memories are of living in his house before he left with Prussia. The fact that they participated in the partitioning is ample evidence of how they felt about that. Even now he's not that fond of the man, though apparently Prussia learned to get along with him better while they were living in Russia's house.
Really, the only reason why Germany is willing to fight so hard to protect the other country is that Poland is not just an ally but the one standing between Russia's army and his own land. If Russia merely wanted Poland, and only Poland, and Ludwig had any reason at all to believe him... well, he'd still protect Poland, mostly because he's even less fond of Russia, but he'd be much less enthused about it.
"That is his location..." the German responds, still gasping a bit for breath thanks to the dagger, "His vell-being is 'very unvell'... but you knew that..." Any nation would be hard pressed to hold up that well in such circumstances, so it's safe to assume that the Russian figured as much. And it's no real shame to Poland either - when so many countries decide to have a war on your land for so long, anyone's lands would be in near ruin.
The question he's asked next causes his already unsmiling lips to drop into a more significant frown. "Nein, ve are not... In order for you to be my friend... I vould have to like you... and I do not... Not even a little..." he says, seeing no reason why he should say otherwise. Yes, he respects Ivan, but there's a huge difference between that and friendship. "But it is not my fault... you have no self-control..." he says, his voice suddenly becoming sympathetic as he adds, "Or yours, I suppose... Mongolia is not very nice, ja?"
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Apr 5, 2015 16:04:13 GMT -5
He suspected Poland was incapacitated based on the current state of his country. The girlish man certainly lost his edge over the centuries, and when he did show fight, Ivan always found himself being reminded of a teenage girl battling for a prom dress. The nation was no longer the nation who had come into his land and burned his home, killed his superiors, and raped his women. Poland was weak. Weak and hopefully, broken, and if not, broken, Ivan planned to remedy it immediately. Poland had been one of his most disobedient students in his home, and Ivan had to implement a strict disciplinary program to handle the nation. He would be happy to remind him, if only he knew where his troubled friend was hiding. If only Germany would be more forthcoming with his information. Ivan could feel the strain on his face. He occasionally found enjoyment out of teaching lessons, but he felt far too tired from what his body had put through as well.
He sighed, “Germany, I do not understand why you wish to be in pain. I only wish to say hello to little Poland and possibly send him a sweet card wishing good health.” His tried to sound sweet, but his voice was drenched in exhaustion. He felt a bit light headed. He had started moving far too soon after he woke.
A sharp pain wrapped and yanked in his chest. He had felt this feeling often, though it hurt each time. Legitimate sadness crossed his eyes, and for a brief moment, his lips turned upset. If you didn’t blink and caught the image just right, you might think he looked like he was about to cry. He sucked in a sharp breath, and with that the image was gone, though the pain linger. He had really thought they were friends. Germany and he held similar ideals, similar need for order and stability, similar great goals. He did not understand why no one wished to be his friend. He tried hard to be sweet and nice. He smiled at people. He would help them when they were in trouble. America had so many friends. America took all his friends away from him. It was unfair.
It happened in a snapped second. Anger flooded his body once more, the sadness completely lost as the man before him mentioned Mongolia. His eyes narrowed. He did not speak a word in response, as he stared at the man with a knife stuck in his chest. Mentioning his sisters was uncalled for. Mentioning the Mongolian Empire was suicide. Thankfully, the Empire had disappeared in replace for a weaker nation, but it did not mean the horrid memories ever left him. He had been a small boy, pulled away from his sisters, and dragged into the nightmare. The Mongolian Empire would often drag him out in front of all of his men and people, and rip off his pants only to have him there, to make them see he was weak. He would then drag him along like a pet only to be tortured at his convenience. The scars that littered his neck were from that time, that haunting terrible time.
Germany was lucky he faced Russia and not the Empire. Russia was far more kind.
Ivan grabbed the knife in his chest, twisting it before roughly pulling it out. He did not say a word, his eyes dark from a time past. In silence, he slammed the knife straight through Germany’s eyes and into his brain, twisting and making sure he was dead. He left the knife in before standing and speaking to his soldier who looked like he was about to vomit. “We are bringing him to Moscow,” he stated coldly, before limping with his pipe out of the tent.
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