Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 2:12:51 GMT -5
Peter blinked for a moment. Russia looked genuinely surprised that Peter couldn't speak. For a moment, Peter had forgotten that older Nations took a much, much bigger blow to take a dent at all in the manner Peter just had. For a moment, he wanted to reassure the older man, stupid as it was, that even if he didn't start to repair the radio station the moment Russia left, he'd adjust to it, eventually, when his body became accustomed to wiring his voice from somewhere else. Or at least, that was the easiest way to explain it? He'd probably save himself the trouble of explaining. Besides, Russia should feel at least a little guilty, some darker part of Peter added. He shouldn't get to know that it wasn't somehow permanent or something.
Peter wondered how startled Russia would be if he heard how Peter's voice really sounded right now. If he heard that Peter could make noise just fine, just not terribly human noise... No. He'd make sure not to even try to say anything, then. He- ahah, that one would be even harder to explain, wouldn't it? That, and he'd heard someone tell him that when he did stuff like that, it was unnerving, and as much as he didn't like Russia, he didn't like the idea of being unnerving even more.
He nodded quietly as Russia thanked him again, unsure what to make of the man. This was complicated. It was probably easier just to keep on disliking him unequivocally. He was, after all, a jerk who hurt Latvia. But he was also Anna's Papa and he could also be nice sometimes and Peter was fairly certain he was just hurt a little, too. Whatever. He could deal with it later when he felt less tired and his throat less scratchy and when he could actually hear himself speak over the ringing in his ears. Probably while he was doing mechanical work, actually. He was normally pretty isolated when he did that stuff.
He guided Russia quickly through the halls, back outside. It had mostly stopped thundering, but there was still wind and rain. For a moment, Peter smiled, feeling the rain against his skin. He liked the rain. He liked the ocean in general, too, and water. Even as Russia put his wet coat back on, Peter didn't put one on. He just let the rain fall on his head and limbs for a moment. In the distance, the clouds parted. Sun carefully filtered out of them. It was growing later, and the sun was in the Western sky. The winds seemed to be bringing in the end of the storm near. That was good. It would make traveling easier for Russia.
Who... oh. He was... he was probably going to attack Peter's brother, wasn't he. Peter's mood dampened again. He'd nearly forgotten about that bit. Well, there was no way to say anything now, and he'd already given his word that he wouldn't. If Peter's old radar had picked up the subs, he figured his brother would have a fighting chance, anyway, and, well... Peter was neutral. He couldn't go about affecting the outcomes of battles or anything, could he?
He blinked at Russia's invitation. It felt distinctly unexpected. Older Nations, Peter decided, were weird. He gave a hesitant nod back. Okay, older Nations were weird, but Peter was probably weirder in that he was actually considering it. Not just to see Latvia, either, though that was part of it. It was also because he could probably sneak some of the food out, but also because he thought he didn't mind the sound of a family meal, even if it would probably super weird. He'd save it, though. A standing invitation to Russia's house was bound to come in handy at some point, right? That hadn't been his first thought when he'd accepted it, but it could be.
A moment later, Russia was disappearing behind the ladder, and Peter gave a hesitant wave. "▒▒▒▒-" he started, and he immediately covered his mouth again. He'd been trying to say goodbye, but, in that moment, had forgotten what it would sound like. At least it wasn't terribly loud, and given that Russia was descending back into a submarine, could have easily been lost against the crashing waves or mistaken for a sound from within the submarine. He watched for a moment before slowly walking back inside.
Was there a polite period of time to leave the radio room broken, or could he start fixing it immediately? No, wait, stupid question. Besides, he had a conversation with Anna due upcoming! He couldn't have at least those parts of the radio broken by then, so he'd have to immediately go assess the damage, at the very least, and preferably start figuring out how he was going to wire a stopgap until he could properly fix things. He was good at fixing things, after all. (Sometimes that was all he felt like he did.)
Peter wondered how startled Russia would be if he heard how Peter's voice really sounded right now. If he heard that Peter could make noise just fine, just not terribly human noise... No. He'd make sure not to even try to say anything, then. He- ahah, that one would be even harder to explain, wouldn't it? That, and he'd heard someone tell him that when he did stuff like that, it was unnerving, and as much as he didn't like Russia, he didn't like the idea of being unnerving even more.
He nodded quietly as Russia thanked him again, unsure what to make of the man. This was complicated. It was probably easier just to keep on disliking him unequivocally. He was, after all, a jerk who hurt Latvia. But he was also Anna's Papa and he could also be nice sometimes and Peter was fairly certain he was just hurt a little, too. Whatever. He could deal with it later when he felt less tired and his throat less scratchy and when he could actually hear himself speak over the ringing in his ears. Probably while he was doing mechanical work, actually. He was normally pretty isolated when he did that stuff.
He guided Russia quickly through the halls, back outside. It had mostly stopped thundering, but there was still wind and rain. For a moment, Peter smiled, feeling the rain against his skin. He liked the rain. He liked the ocean in general, too, and water. Even as Russia put his wet coat back on, Peter didn't put one on. He just let the rain fall on his head and limbs for a moment. In the distance, the clouds parted. Sun carefully filtered out of them. It was growing later, and the sun was in the Western sky. The winds seemed to be bringing in the end of the storm near. That was good. It would make traveling easier for Russia.
Who... oh. He was... he was probably going to attack Peter's brother, wasn't he. Peter's mood dampened again. He'd nearly forgotten about that bit. Well, there was no way to say anything now, and he'd already given his word that he wouldn't. If Peter's old radar had picked up the subs, he figured his brother would have a fighting chance, anyway, and, well... Peter was neutral. He couldn't go about affecting the outcomes of battles or anything, could he?
He blinked at Russia's invitation. It felt distinctly unexpected. Older Nations, Peter decided, were weird. He gave a hesitant nod back. Okay, older Nations were weird, but Peter was probably weirder in that he was actually considering it. Not just to see Latvia, either, though that was part of it. It was also because he could probably sneak some of the food out, but also because he thought he didn't mind the sound of a family meal, even if it would probably super weird. He'd save it, though. A standing invitation to Russia's house was bound to come in handy at some point, right? That hadn't been his first thought when he'd accepted it, but it could be.
A moment later, Russia was disappearing behind the ladder, and Peter gave a hesitant wave. "▒▒▒▒-" he started, and he immediately covered his mouth again. He'd been trying to say goodbye, but, in that moment, had forgotten what it would sound like. At least it wasn't terribly loud, and given that Russia was descending back into a submarine, could have easily been lost against the crashing waves or mistaken for a sound from within the submarine. He watched for a moment before slowly walking back inside.
Was there a polite period of time to leave the radio room broken, or could he start fixing it immediately? No, wait, stupid question. Besides, he had a conversation with Anna due upcoming! He couldn't have at least those parts of the radio broken by then, so he'd have to immediately go assess the damage, at the very least, and preferably start figuring out how he was going to wire a stopgap until he could properly fix things. He was good at fixing things, after all. (Sometimes that was all he felt like he did.)