Ivan Braginsky
Stands a Chance
Homosexual. Biromantic..
Lonesome.
23.
Played by Jen.
Offline.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
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Post by Russia on Dec 29, 2013 20:22:58 GMT -6
There was nothing to stop him from going into the more dangerous of rooms, and he might as well take advantage of that. The flooding had stopped and the first and second floors were back to normal - if not sopping wet and rearranged from their unexpected visitor - but Ivan didn't seem intent on retiring from the third just yet. Of course he didn't know which of the rooms were more risky than others, and they rather seemed all the same to him. All dripping with the same shades of darkness and mysterious auras. Looking around wasn't the most exciting part, unless he were to come upon something new. And all hope hadn't vanished on the Russian just yet - surely he would find someone he was hoping to see, though not many of the other nations were being prioritized over his two sisters.
This was certainly a door he's passed by once before, but from what he could recall, never entered. It was ornate and looked as if it were reserved for someone of high status - which, whether or not the Manor was crowded by livelier visitors in the time of its prime, was a fact Ivan would always like to ignore. He grabbed the handle and shook it to check it was unlocked, turning it until he heard a click. As the door was being pushed open, his face leaned closer to utter words to possibly no one.
"Hello, is anyone in here~?" As if this were a friend's house or something like that. Even if this was the house of someone he knew, nothing ever stopped him from making uninvited visits, either.
Receiving no response, Ivan pushed the door even further to allow himself through. Immediately the air carried the homely scent of paper and books, through which dust seemed to course. Violet eyes lowered to inspect the floor beneath him, checking whether the boards were flawed or ready to crack under his boots. That gaze then traveled to take in all of the bookshelves and, most notably, the desk across from him. There was no resisting an investigation.
The floor continued to creak as his burly weight advanced forward, curious eyes rounded while fixed on the surface of the elaborate desk. A hand touched down to swipe the pad of his index finger over the glossy letters etched onto the wood: M.T.B. He hadn't an idea what that could stand for, except that the first name might be Mister. That discovery lead to the next as he found himself glazing over the other dusty papers and documents that lay on the desk. He wondered how they could have just been left around here - or more importantly, what they entailed and whether they had ever been finished.
There were a number of books that surrounded him, but he decided not to bother with them just yet. Instead Ivan circled around the desk to come upon the other side, checking next for any hidden drawers. He pulled the chair out and, as if he couldn't get any more negligent, sat himself down on it. There were so many things here to rifle through, but even he was capable of being aware. Something here could set off a trap or anything of the like. But there wasn't anyone watching him, right? Frequently his eyes passed ahead to check on the door. It was still open from where he had come in, allowing him to see out into the hall in case something were to arise.
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Post by America on Dec 31, 2013 12:25:37 GMT -6
Alfred was alone yet again. He was really starting to hate the manor's penchant for allowing people to reunite for a short period of time and then forcing them apart again afterward.
At least Alfred was still on the same floor that he was on before, so far as he could tell. He'd pass the staircase on the way to where he was now, so he knew that he was at least on the second floor - and unless he teleported downstairs (he honestly wouldn't put anything past the manor), he hadn't actually gone down a set of stairs recently, meaning that he was still located on the third floor.
Per usual, Alfred rested one of his hands on his pistol as he continued to walk around. He continued to wander aimlessly, paying much closer attention to his surroundings than he would outside of the manor. It could be a matter of life and death in the manor.
A jolt tore through him when he heard a voice call out. He tightened the grip on his gun as he slowly retrieved it from it's holster. He took a few deep breaths in order to steady the quickened beating of his heart.
Alfred proceeded forward, considering the possibilities in his head. There was just as strong a chance that he was about to figuratively step into the belly of the monster as there was that he might come across someone else who was trapped like a rat. Even then, there was no guarantee that he'd be with whoever he came across for a long period of time. That was the way the manor worked. It reunited people, only to rip them apart and leave them on their own again once they finally started to get comfortable again. Alfred kept his pistol pointed outward, finger on the trigger. He was ready to press down at any moment if necessary. He spotted an open door and stepped around the corner, wondering if something might jump out at him. Instead, he was greeted with the sight of a familiar man - though not one that entirely soothed him.
"Of all the nations in all the haunted manors in all the world, I had to meet you in this one." A chuckle wracked through him as he kept his gun trained on the other. In all honesty, he had no intent to shoot unless Ivan attempted to do something first. In fact, even with this man being Ivan, he was still rather relieved to see the Russian rather than some sort of monster or demon peeking around the corner. Even so, he hardly trusted Russia of all nations...
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Ivan Braginsky
Stands a Chance
Homosexual. Biromantic..
Lonesome.
23.
Played by Jen.
Offline.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
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Post by Russia on Jan 24, 2014 12:16:21 GMT -6
The click of a readied gun was one of the last things Ivan would expect to hear in this place, but its sound and presence were unmistakable. As if out of reflex, the Russian's breathing stopped short. He didn't make an effort to move from the seat he had just carelessly chosen, and his eyes were rather calm when noticing the dark barrel that had suddenly pointed at him from where the door had been opened. There was a finger posed there on the trigger, visibly steady and prepared were the holder to find a reason to strike. Just as he looked to see who was behind it, there spoke one of the most painstakingly recognizable voices.
"Of all the nations in all the haunted manors in all the world, I had to meet you in this one." Ivan blinked. That was certainly America who had just appeared through the doorway, and Ivan was expecting the man to lower his gun once he stepped inside - but he didn't. Those disappointed words he could tolerate, but that the American was already so distrusting of him was harsher for him to endure. He couldn't help but wonder what propped him to say that - even he knew there had to be worse people to encounter in this place. He has been wandering as curiously as everyone else, and that didn't strike him as anything he was doing wrong.
He would have felt better to see Alfred if their reunion had gone a little better than this. Now much less intimidated by the gun that continued to stare him down, he stood from the Master's chair to stare at the blond closing in on him. A furrow of his eyebrows proved that he wasn't going to let the American get away with that without a counter scolding, or at least a toss of words that would prove his discontent. "What reason do I haff to hurt you right now, or the other way arount? I woult think all off os in this 'hauntet manor' are lookink to get out, or fint our frients first. Killink each other is not goink to go anywhere - so put that down, you idiot."
Ivan's voice faltered at one part of his speech. It was most likely that - of all the nations and haunted mansions in the world, just as Alfred had put it - he did not want to be the person least trusted. Although he was not particularly frightened of it, the manor had done enough to take a toll on the man's thoughts and emotions. His own trust of others had become faulty, but seeing anyone contented him enough that he usually paid no mind to anything else.
However, he was prideful enough that he didn't want to show that state of mind to Alfred. He would try and play it off as if the pointing of the man's gun had not bothered him. His eyes still couldn't help but wander down to where it was positioned in Alfred's hands, expecting that the man will be obedient enough to lower it and be careful from that point on. He walked around the desk just a bit more, making sure that his pipe was not somewhere where it would be considered threatening. "I am sure you do not want a rivalry while you are here. I bet you wish to be savink everyone that you fint, da?"
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Post by America on Jan 25, 2014 15:25:32 GMT -6
Finding Ivan on the other end of his gun was far better than finding a monster, he had to admit that much. He was actually relieved, and did not intend on using the gun unless Ivan made any sudden moves toward him that made Alfred feel as though he were in danger.
Alfred did as Ivan instructed, though he bristled at being called an idiot. Given their history, who could blame him for being incredibly wary around Ivan? That wasn't being an idiot, that was being smart. "Given our history, I wanted to be prepared." He retorted, justifying his actions.
That being said, he knew that Ivan was right. They were all trapped inside of the manor, and therefore it was a relief to find any nation safe and sound (or as close to it as one could get within the manor). He looked Ivan up and down - He didn't look to be doing too badly, though of course looks could be deceiving. There were no obvious signs of injury on the other nation, just as though were no signs of serious injury on Alfred himself. There were a few scratches and scrapes, but nothing that couldn't be taken care of Alfred kept his eyes on Ivan as he finally stashed his gun back into its holster. Though he might have agreed to lower his gun, that didn't mean that he was going to completely lower his guard around Ivan just yet. He had more reason than not to trust Ivan within the walls of the manor - That didn't mean he was in the clear just yet.
Ivan was right on the money about Alfred's goals. He did want to get everyone out of here. It was his fault that they were trapped in this manor in the first place, and therefore it seemed only fair that he do everything in his power to make sure that they got out.
"I'd rather get as many people as I can out of here, yes." Alfred responded at last. "Unfortunately, I haven't found an exit yet. I made it outside once, but I still couldn't make it off the grounds. I'm starting to agree with the old man that we might not even be in the same dimension any more, as messed as that is." He was agreeing with Arthur on something, and admitting to it? Yes, that was quite 'messed' indeed. He turned his full attention back to his former rival, looking straight at Ivan.
"So, how's the manor been treating you, Russki?" He still kept a wary eye on Ivan, but at least he was willing to converse. That was a step in the right direction.
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Post by The Second Inhabitant on Feb 5, 2014 17:00:27 GMT -6
Inside the manor, checking on the monster in the lake,the Second Inhabitant felt a surge of power settled over his bones. It was a dark call from his master, one that was never to be ignored. This urgent feeling with the threat of violence hadn’t been felt in a while. Hearing the command pounding in his head, he vanished only to reappear in his father’s. No one usually was intended to infiltrate, it was a room they kept all others from. Peering out with his hallow eyes, the reaper saw the interlopers. He came upon an interesting sight, an interesting site indeed. they obviously had a tense relationship. Digging into their heads, he saw exactly why. This was worth watching for now, see if there was any way he could direct this into entertainment for his master, and watch out for snooping into things they shouldn’t be. Hadn’t it been established to guests that prying into a host’s affairs was unbecoming of a nation? Moving to stand against the wall, he made sure he was invisible to the two for now, dark plans assembling in his head, as the reaper kept his empty eyes on the two.
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Ivan Braginsky
Stands a Chance
Homosexual. Biromantic..
Lonesome.
23.
Played by Jen.
Offline.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
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Post by Russia on Feb 18, 2014 11:33:08 GMT -6
Seeing that the gun had finally been left alone in its holster, Ivan's eyes returned with a brief glint of praising gratitude to Alfred's face. Though, any relief he felt would have been perished either way by their continuation of testy remarks; and even he with his prior intention to lessen their tension could not bite back his own retorting.
"You are not brinkink our history op throughout all off this either," he said, leaning some of his weight against the desk by his side. He was forcibly holding his voice steady, as this was something he did not particularly care to show emotion for - it troubled him, but now did not feel like the time to cave in to that. "Because I know my history well enoff, ant if there is anyone here who shoult pick op on the fact that I haff been tryink so moch to change myself from that time, it is you." His eyes lowered, right around the time he caught where Alfred's had been. He could only imagine he didn't look that terrible. Small injuries were easy to ignore, and he hadn't any intention to be too careful with himself anyway.
While listening to the American's next response, another faint smile was forced onto the Russian's face. "Goot. I was actually likink it outsite. No one has fount a way out from there or anywhere, I am sure. I haff not thought about these ...dimensions, or heart about them from anyone, bot that does sount strange. Either none off os are lookink goot enoff, or we are lookink too moch, or there is no exit at all... bot that is not a reason to giff op on it yet." He resumed their eye contact as well, his gaze steady and still forcibly calm. He should have bridled at the trademark Russkiy, but it was oddly relieving to hear - it was so much like Alfred and let him know that the Manor had not completely gotten to the other man. His pronunciation still was awful.
"The same as everyone else, right?" he started, inhaling quietly. "I imagine it is not too nice to anyone. I haff a little advantage though, because I haff mate a frient. I am aware now that both off my sisters most be here too, as moch as I wish they were safer at home. I will make sure they stay alife. I hope you do not plan on forgettink that I haff people I want to care for ant get out off here too, so that is not any reason for me to want to be hostile towart everyone else. Onless they are really askink for it."
He pushed himself to stand at a straighter posture, casting another look around the room. It didn't seem very useful now that he had looked around, but he hadn't any intention of fleeing so soon. A familiar air drifted from somewhere nearby, but he did not pay that much mind. "Were you comink to this room for somthink? I am not sure what we coult use in here."
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Post by America on Feb 26, 2014 12:25:12 GMT -6
Alfred studied Ivan as the other nation spoke. It sounded as though Ivan didn't want any trouble between the two of them in the manor. To be fair, Alfred didn't either, not in their current lodgings. Were they elsewhere, his tense history with Ivan would be in the forefront of his mind, and he would hardly consider anything else. In the manor, there were more pressing dangers. He didn't want to see Ivan fall so much as he wanted to see all of the demons and denizens of the manor drop. He and Ivan were two of the most powerful nations to step into the manor, if not the strongest. If anyone had a chance against whatever the manor decided to throw at them, it was the two of them.
"Damn straight it's no reason to give up. If there's a way in, there's gotta be a way out." These words were as much to reassure himself as they were to reassure Ivan, if not moreso.
"No, I don't think the manor's picking any favorites. We're all free game." Funny how he talked about the manor as if it were actually alive - He wouldn't be at all surprised if that turned out to be the case - Although if the manor was indeed alive it made their chances of escaping diminish all the more. "I didn't come in here to look for anything...I just heard noise in here and wanted to check it out. Figured if you were a monster lurking around I'd catch you by surprise rather than you catch me by surprise."
Alfred blinked at Ivan's revelation. "You've made a friend?" Did he hear that right? Russia was at an advantage because he'd made a friend? Did Ivan mean what Alfred thought he'd meant with that statement? "You made friends with one of the monsters running around here?"
His incredulous look turned into a frown when Ivan mentioned his sisters. "My old man and my brother are here too." Alfred stated with a sigh. Suddenly, an odd idea passed through his head.
"So...I got a proposal to make. Hear me out before you say anything." This was stated as more of a demand than a request - Some old habits die hard. "You're worried about your sisters. I'm worried about my brother and old man. Neither of us are gonna be around our families all the time. So here's the deal - You look out for Arthur and Mattie, and I'll look out for your sisters. Pretty sure all of 'em can handle themselves, but if danger comes their way when I'm around and you're not, I'll do what I can to help them, - you just gotta promise to do the same for me."
He knew that none of the above - England, Canada, Ukraine, and Belarus - were particularly weak. However, there was safety in numbers, and as awkward as it felt making a deal with his former enemy...if there was a greater chance that both Matthew and Arthur made it out of the manor unscathed, it was worth it.
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Ivan Braginsky
Stands a Chance
Homosexual. Biromantic..
Lonesome.
23.
Played by Jen.
Offline.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
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Post by Russia on Apr 12, 2014 12:23:20 GMT -6
The statement made about Ivan's 'special friend' did come out nonchalantly with the rest of what he was saying. It was as if he never expected that the entire idea would arrive as odd to others, and now there was a hint of pride to his expression as Alfred pieced that information together. "I dit. By chance, because she was not jost ronnink arount in here, ant I woult rather not consider her a monster with all off the rest." It didn't occur to him whether or not it was wise to throw those vague details out there to open ears - he didn't see any danger over the advantages - but he did soon realize that that wasn't the more important matter to dwell on in here.
He listened to Alfred's incoming proposition, feeling brief hesitation before he began to consider it. It was clear enough that the American's tone was meant to silence Ivan before he could even do otherwise. He made no effort to tune out the idea which Alfred spoke of, listening to the sincere volume of his voice and its vivid indication of how frequently Alfred had been thinking of his own dear ones. Needless to say, Ivan was going to credit himself for having eased the tension and shifted their minds to thoughts of family.
"I haff seen one off them," he mused, now regarding Alfred with a supportive look that shadowed his acceptance, "Arthur. Not any sight off Matthew yet, bot I know Arthur has fount somwhere safe for himself. Ant if I see him or Matthew anywhere else, I will make sure they do not stay alone ant that they will haff protection, da? That is my promise." Having said all of that, the idea suddenly sounded much nicer in his head. Even if it was something the American demanded of him, looking after someone meant not only providing company for others but gaining theirs for himself. Remembering how nice it had felt to find someone other than his own shadow so far, he felt little desire to reject this proposal at all.
"Since I haff also seen both off my sisters in different places so far, I am assumink you haff fount your brothers before too. We can both relate to how strangely ant easily we lose each other, hm? People shoult not be so easy to lose track off, bot.. ah.." His words thinned to silence, which held through a few seconds of too-deep thought. He blinked to get himself back on the matter at hand, taking on another smile. "Da, I already promist. Thank you for doink the same, Alfret."
For a moment, it might as well have felt like the rest of the room drowned away. His interest in finding anything in here waned. "I guess that means we plan to separate now. I will holt on to our agreement that there most be a way out, ant we will propably see each other again before then, da?"
The Russian was trying not to sound demanding there, so that it wouldn't seem like he willed the American away already. Any company was better than none, any at all; but with their plan set in motion, it felt only suiting that they did not stand idle.
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Post by America on Apr 14, 2014 12:25:49 GMT -6
Alfred raised an eyebrow as Ivan explained the situation with his new "friend". While he could not deny the advantage inherent in making a few allies that knew the manor better than he did, the thought of striking up a friendship with one of the monsters in the manor was a little too creepy for his liking.
Come to think of it, that fit Russia just about perfectly, at least if you asked Alfred. No wonder the larger nation was the first to think of it.
Ivan wasn't the only one with odd allies, of course. If only Tony the alien was in the manor. He'd probably have a few extra tricks up his sleeve! Really, just how much did Alfred know about Tony? The Roswell alien was one of his best friends, as well as his roommate of over sixty years. Still, Tony rarely spoke of home other than to comment on different customs or technologies. It made sense, but it also meant that Alfred was missing a lot of information that might have been helpful during his stay in the manor. He'd have to ask Tony a few questions if...no, when he made it out of the manor.
Alfred watched Ivan to see the other nation's reaction to his proposal. He smiled when Ivan's response was to mention his encounter with Arthur. Ivan wouldn't bring this up if he didn't agree with the plan, right? Alfred wondered whether Ivan ran into Arthur before or after Alfred's own meeting with the nation who raised him...
"I've seen Mattie. I know he's here, but we got separated and I haven't seen him since." Alfred explained to Ivan. Ivan proceeded to confirm that he'd seen both of his sisters in the manor. Hopefully, all parties involved were in as decent condition as they were during their last encounters.
"Da, I already promist. Thank you for doink the same, Alfret."
"Then I promise I'll keep an eye out for your sisters. If I bump into them before we meet again, I'll fill you in on how they're doing next time we meet up. I'd say we should make plans to meet up at a specific place or time, but the manor'll screw up any attempts we make at that, so we'll just go with the flow." Alfred shrugged. If the manor wanted to play that way, Alfred wasn't about to give it a place and time that it could mess around with. He would leave the next meeting to chance. They'd already established the important part of their deal as it was.
With that, he turned for the door.
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Post by The Second Inhabitant on May 3, 2014 14:02:21 GMT -6
Frowning as the American moved to leave, a dark light shown from within the space where his eyes should be. He couldn’t allow this. This was no fun at all. The tension was nice but it wasn’t enough. The Second Inhabitant moved closer to the blond haired man and whispered in his ear, letting his influence flow over the man. Pulling at the threads of distrust and unease were easy. Especially when there were questions unanswered and they had such a dark history between them already. It should make for great entertainment for them all as long as he pressed the write buttons. Manipulating people was so easy. There would be conflict before all of this was over.
Why do you trust this man to look after your family? How did he manage to make a friend of a monster in this place? To make friends with the monsters, he would have to be just as evil on the inside as they are. He never told you why he was in this room anyways? A room that can’t be found unless you know where it is? You only found it because of noise coming from inside of it. What could he have been doing here? Nothing good for you or the rest of the nation, that’s for sure.
There, once these thoughts took hold in his head, he was sure there would be sparks flying if not bullets. The words the second inhabitant has whispered to him would sink in and become his own thoughts, he would become distrustful and want answers. The seeds of distrust and discord were planted, he left the American’s mind. But just to make sure the Russian didn’t leave either, a wave of the bony hand ensured the door was locked. No one would be leaving until the reaper allowed it, and that wouldn’t be until he got what he wanted, and that was a show.
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Ivan Braginsky
Stands a Chance
Homosexual. Biromantic..
Lonesome.
23.
Played by Jen.
Offline.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
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Post by Russia on May 11, 2014 8:14:19 GMT -6
Attentive to the promise that Alfred was returning to him, Ivan was struck amused by the idea of them deliberately choosing somewhere and some time specific to meet up the next time. It wasn't an elaborate plan that they would stay true to, he imagined, but it did sound better than how things had gone just moments ago. The Manor's potential plans to screw them up aside, a planned meeting sounded ever more appealing than stumbling upon each other - perhaps then there would be less tension and gun pointing involved.
Alfred turned to face the door and Ivan's head nodded once, silently confirming the words that were now set between them. Good, the Russian's mind chirped. Now he had something productive to be doing, something to look forward to once he was set back to wandering the familiar stretches of the Manor's corridors - an act which was always listless in itself if he didn't quite have something to be looking for. Now there was more than one thing, at that: finding (and hopefully not forgetting) a Canadian face, possibly stumbling a second time upon an Englishman, and hearing (even more hopefully) good things about the sisters from Alfred. That was if Ivan didn't find them first himself.
All of these possible things were making hopeful feelings bubble and brew in the Russian's chest, ones that he intended to carry out with him upon leaving. He figured that he and Alfred would simply turn in different directions once they were both out the door, leaving one another in good hope that they would carry out what they promised to do. Or try to, anyway. However, he had taken notice that the American hadn't gone anywhere yet. He paused in that spot by the door as if something prompted him to hesitate.
He couldn't tell whether or not Alfred already tried to open the door, but it seemed necessary that the Russian went and tried it himself. Maneuvering around the desk and toward the main door, a gloved hand reached out to grasp and wiggle the doorknob. Locked in all its timely convenience.
"Hmm," the Russian sounded, prying his hand off with a side glance to Alfred. "That will not do." Solutions were already trickling into Ivan's head. Aware that there likely weren't any better exits in the room, his body angled itself to throw his weight against the door and see whether it will budge that way. No, this certainly wouldn't do - wasn't being trapped in the Manor in its entirety unfortunate enough?
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Post by America on Jun 1, 2014 11:26:18 GMT -6
Alfred was on his way to the door when he paused only a few steps away from it. A few steps further and this would have been a successful meeting that went off with few hitches. A rarity for the two nations involved, even now - but especially when one considered their history. Alas, it wouldn't end that easily for them.
Why do you trust this man to look after your family? How did he manage to make a friend of a monster in this place? To make friends with the monsters, he would have to be just as evil on the inside as they are. He never told you why he was in this room anyways? A room that can’t be found unless you know where it is? You only found it because of noise coming from inside of it. What could he have been doing here? Nothing good for you or the rest of the nation, that’s for sure. Alfred froze, his eyes widening. He wasn't aware that these words were anything other than his own thoughts, that he was being influenced by an outside force.
The unsuspecting Russian walked directly in front of Alfred, the latter's eyes trailing after the tall figure as he strode up to the door. He watched intently as Ivan jiggled at the doorknob, reaching out to give it a try on his own. It wouldn't budge. Great, he was trapped in here. Who was the last to touch the knob? Russia. Ivan was behind this, he had to be. Who else would be? They were the only ones in the room, to Alfred's knowledge. The seeds of distrust were already planted in Alfred's mind. The idea that Ivan would trap Alfred in a room with him was no longer all that farfetched.
While Ivan busied himself with his attempts to open the door, Alfred was slipping his pistol from its confines within the inner left pocket of his jacket. "That will not do." He heard the other nation mutter. Alfred snorted.
"Nope, this won't do at all," Alfred spoke in a clipped tone, his voice followed by an ominous click that one would associate with a firearm. "Where were you really doing in this room, Braginsky? Were you trying to lure me here all along? Trap me here?"
Trap. Just that word sent Alfred's heart rate skyrocketing. He was already trapped in the manor, he didn't want to be trapped in a room, much less at the hands of Ivan. Ivan was responsible for this, he was sure of it. He kept his pistol trained on Ivan, ready to fire if need be.
Did Ivan even intend to keep to the deal that they made, or was that all part of the plan? Lure Alfred into a false sense of complacency, and then pull something like this? Alfred wasn't sure, but he had every intent to find out as soon as he could. But first, he needed out of this room.
"Open the door, Ivan. You don't want to trap me in a room alone with you. Let me out of here now!" Alfred demanded, his voice even at first before taking on a more manic tone near the end of his command. He didn't want to be trapped, he wanted out!
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Ivan Braginsky
Stands a Chance
Homosexual. Biromantic..
Lonesome.
23.
Played by Jen.
Offline.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
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Post by Russia on Jun 24, 2014 10:39:06 GMT -6
The door didn't budge - all that collision had achieved was a muffled thump of thick fabric against old but ornate wood. Ivan could appreciate in silence that this outfit was rather soft. If the Russian could throw his weight against things extravagantly bigger than he is, then any door shouldn't have been a problem. One problem that did make the nation pause, however, was what he could swore he heard as amusement coming from the American behind him.
Still, that didn't get him to stop. He didn't even turn to check the American's expression - if Ivan's attempts to open the door were amusing to him, then perhaps he wouldn't want to. Aware that one bump wouldn't do the trick, his hand grabbed the aged doorknob and his shoulder thrust its burly weight a second time.
"Nope, this won't do at all."
Ivan paid no mind to the tone of Alfred's voice. His own voice was firm in its attempt to make a suggestion: "You coult always help, you know-" and he was then cut off by another sound. Just like the click he had heard at the start of this, huh? He thought he would have a lead offering that his weight and Alfred's combined could more than likely bust the door open (and if that didn't work, then his pipe certainly wouldn't mind taking it down), but it seemed there were other plans in mind.
Needless to say, at that point, the Russian halted. His fingers remained in a tight clutch around that knob, head turning to point an incredulous stare at the American. He was 'Braginsky' now? When those eyes cautiously traveled to view the firearm trained on him, he hardly even knew where to begin answering. It was as if everything they had done and said, from the point of meeting to the point of trying to escape, was fruitless. Someone reached in and took it all from Alfred's mind - that, or he was planning to turn like this all along.
Ivan didn't know what to feel. His first instinct was to not take the American seriously. Treat him as if he didn't know what the hell he was talking about - yes, Ivan was good at that. In hopes of talking some sense into the man, the Russian's voice was again firm and, this time, terribly disbelieving. "Excuse me? I am aware you most haff the memory off a chilt, bot we jost mate very kint promises to each other."
With each falling word, the steadiness of a trained weapon did not yet falter. Alfred began to yell, which sent the Russian's mind in a scramble - he was irritated yet wanting to prove the claims he had made earlier about not wanting to be hostile. So, albeit forcibly, Ivan's voice softened. His eyes were patient and refusing to show any wariness to Alfred's weapon.
"I came in here for the same reason everyone else wanders into rooms they do not know about. To look. Nobody knows whether someone else is goink to come ant join them. So no, I do not want to trap you in a room with me, which is why I dit not."
This still wasn't any reason to stop trying to get out. The door remained stubbornly locked. The Russian took a step back, not yet out of the gun's way, but distanced enough to perhaps show that he didn't intend harm. "You can break a door down, Alfret."
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Post by America on Aug 2, 2014 11:26:18 GMT -6
Alfred was vaguely aware that something strange was going on. Ivan's words brought back the conversation they had just prior to turning toward the door. That's right, they made a deal, didn't they? A deal that Alfred look out for Ivan's sisters if he came across them, while Ivan would look out for Matthew and Arthur if he met up with them before Alfred did. It seemed very strange to Alfred that he very nearly forgot a conversation that he literally just had with Ivan a few minutes prior. The younger nation took pause, eying Ivan with a wary yet questioning expression - outward evidence that he was at least considering their earlier conversation. The gun was still pointed toward Ivan, but Alfred's grip on the firearm became less sturdy and more unsure.
On the other hand, he thought about the sudden realization he had when he was turning toward the door. It might have come out of nowhere (another consideration that briefly resulted in Alfred's brows furrowing in confusion), but it wasn't unwarranted given the company that he was in.
Relations between Alfred and Ivan were icy for decades. The threat of nuclear war was a very valid possibility during said decades, more so than in present day (though the threat was still there). Alfred wanted to believe that Ivan truly wanted to turn over another leaf. He wanted to trust Ivan to look after his brother and father figure the way that Alfred planned to look out for Ivan's sisters if he came across them. He didn't want to think the worst of Ivan in the manor, not when everyone was trapped in the walls of the manor and everyone wanted to get out. Yet there was a barrier in the way of all of this.
Could he really trust Ivan after all of these years? "How do I know that I can trust you? Prove it to me," Alfred responded, narrowing his eyes at the other nation.
What he was asking was a tall order, of course. How could Ivan prove Alfred could trust him? Alfred ventured closer to the door, his gun still trained on Ivan. He faced Ivan even as he pushed against the wall with his shoulder, trying to exert as much of his extensive strength on the door as he could in said position.
"It won't budge." Alfred snarled in frustration, stepped away from the door. "You try," he told Ivan. It was not a question but rather a demand.
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