July 2012
I am entirely calm. If I was not, there would be some broken furniture in here. It was really rather simple that you could have chosen not to seem like a snarky prick in the first place, but the simple route is not always the fun one, no? *lip twitches a bit into a small smirk when he sees even the slightest reaction to the insult* You forget, Arthur, what the Soviet Union’s big agenda seemed to be. Suck in as much territory as possible. I do not know if you noticed, but I do not care whose home or whose territory. You said it yourself. I do what I want. And you should not have made nasty in the first place.
*is quickly losing his patience with the other man and contemplates triggering his household wards, but refrains- for now. Instead he stands and begins gathering the remains of his tea from the table, pointedly not even looking over at Soviet* Stop being such a spoiled brat. You may have invaded my home to toss insults at me, but in case you hadn’t realized, you aren’t in power right now. Granted, that might change, but as of this very moment that is not the case. I was trying to be friendly and you twisted it ‘round to throw back in my face, and then you took the apologies that I offered and did the same. If anyone here ‘made nasty’, it was you. *turns to Soviet with a frown* Now, if you’re going to continue to be rude, the front door is right over there. This is my last warning; do heed it.
*rolls his eyes, stubborn and hardheaded as usual* I am not being a spoiled brat. I did not come here to toss insults and I intend on keeping hold of the body even after the 72 hours is up. As for being friendly to me, being snippy with your pet names for people is not being friendly. It is being rude and an awful host. I was being friendly with you up until that point. Your apologies were not accepted because I know you just like to be a snippy little wank stain and did not mean it. So actually, you made nasty first~! Stop trying to pin the first toss of a stone on me. I simply retaliate. *rolls his eyes again, holding his hands up* Oh I am terrified. Pissing myself as we speak. When will people learn that I do not care about warnings?
He seems rather sane to me. By the way I’m Cassy and who may you be?
Not to me. I mean look at him. He is screaming to get away from me! Do I seem like all that bad of a guy to you~? My name is Ivan. Ivan Braginsky~ It is nice to meet you, Cassy~
He’s very loud all the time it seems. It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mister Braginsky. Would you happen to know why he’s so instant on us not talking?
Not a clue. That is why I say he is off his nut~
He would most likely rather beat my shit in to get his precious Vanechka back and go on with their little marriage. *practically spits the nickname* ‘My apologies’ my foot, Arthur. You just look for any damn excuse to be snarky and I do not like it one bit. If you were simply making a point, you would not have used ‘poppet’ in such a tone. Do not treat me like I am stupid, please and thank you, chav.
Soviet. You can either calm down and accept the peace offering, or you can leave, willing or not. It’s really rather simple. *twitches a bit at the insult, but otherwise keeps his calm* You’ve made your point, but this is my home and my territory, and if you’re going to act like a cat who’s just had his tail stepped on, then you can get out. If you didn’t notice, I was trying to make nice.
I am entirely calm. If I was not, there would be some broken furniture in here. It was really rather simple that you could have chosen not to seem like a snarky prick in the first place, but the simple route is not always the fun one, no? *lip twitches a bit into a small smirk when he sees even the slightest reaction to the insult* You forget, Arthur, what the Soviet Union’s big agenda seemed to be. Suck in as much territory as possible. I do not know if you noticed, but I do not care whose home or whose territory. You said it yourself. I do what I want. And you should not have made nasty in the first place.
He seems rather sane to me. By the way I’m Cassy and who may you be?
Not to me. I mean look at him. He is screaming to get away from me! Do I seem like all that bad of a guy to you~? My name is Ivan. Ivan Braginsky~ It is nice to meet you, Cassy~
My question is why anyone would like some peabrained moron like him. I will have to find a way to call it all off. *strokes his chin, then raises a brow at him*Pardon me, Arthur, but I do not recall me saying anything that would warrant such rudeness from you. I thought you were better than that. I simply told you I would appreciate you not calling me ‘dear’. But if you insist on antagonizing me, darling dearest, feel free. However, you should know that I do not deal well with being antagonized~
I’m sure you could simply ask him. Something tells me that Alfred wouldn’t take to kindly to marrying you, either. *sighs and settles back in his chair, fixing Soviet with an unimpressed gaze* …My apologies, then. I wasn’t meaning to be rude, simply making the point that I call everyone ‘dear’. It’s a force of habit. If you would rather I didn’t, then I’ll try to control my tongue. Now, since you’re here, would you forgive my rudeness as a host and join me for a cup of tea?
He would most likely rather beat my shit in to get his precious Vanechka back and go on with their little marriage. *practically spits the nickname* ‘My apologies’ my foot, Arthur. You just look for any damn excuse to be snarky and I do not like it one bit. If you were simply making a point, you would not have used ‘poppet’ in such a tone. Do not treat me like I am stupid, please and thank you, chav.
I am aware of that. The prospect that my less-than-desirable half wants to marry him in the first place and agreed to marry him is horribly disgusting. Could make a grown man sick to his stomach. *grumbles and adjusts his coat* I would also greatly appreciate you not calling me dear…
Considering how different the two of you are, I don’t see why it’s got to be all that surprising. He’s an entirely separate entity, Soviet; there’s no need for you to like it. *sneers at him* I can call you whatever I like, poppet. Just because you’re eternally grumpy does not mean that I must change my ways to please you. Gods, man, you’re more disgruntled than I am on any given day.
My question is why anyone would like some peabrained moron like him. I will have to find a way to call it all off. *strokes his chin, then raises a brow at him*Pardon me, Arthur, but I do not recall me saying anything that would warrant such rudeness from you. I thought you were better than that. I simply told you I would appreciate you not calling me ‘dear’. But if you insist on antagonizing me, darling dearest, feel free. However, you should know that I do not deal well with being antagonized~
Of course there is reason to get feisty about it. The man I hate most in this entire universe is engaged to me. *raises a brow* I am going to stick out of stubborn will. Come now, you cannot just get rid of the U.S.S.R. for forever. Surely you know that. I will make a come back. I will be on top again.
Well, he’s not exactly going to marry you now, as you are. I shouldn’t be worried about him, if I were you. He can’t force you to take any vows, you bloody fool. *shrugs* I never said that you were so easily dismissed, Soviet. I would think that my lack of surprise at your presence should be evidence enough of that. You do what you like, dear, as you’ve always done.
I am aware of that. The prospect that my less-than-desirable half wants to marry him in the first place and agreed to marry him is horribly disgusting. Could make a grown man sick to his stomach. *grumbles and adjusts his coat* I would also greatly appreciate you not calling me dear…
What if Soviet met Mongol Empire
Rifle or scattershot from a shotgun versus, what, a bow and arrow? What do you think?
What the hell else would I be? I am engaged to that disgusting piece of trash. I do not have the patience to put up with the dimwit right now. *grunts irritably and crosses his arms* Oh, of course I am pleased~ I intend on sticking around, as well~
Hush, there’s no need to get feisty about it. I know that you don’t like him. *raises an eyebrow* You’ve made… arrangements, then? Or are you simply sticking around out of sheer force of stubborn will?
Of course there is reason to get feisty about it. The man I hate most in this entire universe is engaged to me. *raises a brow* I am going to stick out of stubborn will. Come now, you cannot just get rid of the U.S.S.R. for forever. Surely you know that. I will make a come back. I will be on top again.
*takes in a puff of his cigarette*
Of course it is me. I am out for a lot of things~ Wash my body of this damn pig, for one. *brushes his coat off a bit* And how have you been, my good friend~?
Oh-ho, still not too happy about Alfred, are we? I assume that he doesn’t know that you’re mucking about yet, otherwise I’m sure he’d have made noise about it. *shrugs nonchalantly* I’ve been well enough, I suppose. I can’t say that there’s been anything of note happening in my life as of late. I’d ask you, but I’m sure you’re quite pleased with the current state of events.
What the hell else would I be? I am engaged to that disgusting piece of trash. I do not have the patience to put up with the dimwit right now. *grunts irritably and crosses his arms* Oh, of course I am pleased~ I intend on sticking around, as well~
-the bullet entered the Siberians skull and exited it out the same, his body became nothing but just dead weight,his where closed, of course the Siberian didn’t die but it would take a while to get back up-
-the house was silent after the gun shot-
*With a pleased grin, Soviet shoved him off before dragging him to the back door, hobbling himself.*
Oh, dear brat~ You are ridiculous, thinking you could take me on. You are no match against me. I am more prepared than you are. I am more resourceful. I am further ahead. You just will not get it, will you?
*He opened up the door, dragged him across the porch and tossed him down the steps and into the grass, letting him lie in a crumpled, dead, bloody heap.*
Oh, I know~
*gives him a sharp look as that familiar tone of voice begins to sink in*
…….Oh, it’s you. Bloody hell, Soviet, out for a little death and destruction again, are we?
*takes in a puff of his cigarette*
Of course it is me. I am out for a lot of things~ Wash my body of this damn pig, for one. *brushes his coat off a bit* And how have you been, my good friend~?