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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 3:21:18 GMT -5
there was a brief pause as the fist smashed into the dark skinned youth, who with a stumble backwards, fell upon his ass with his hand holding his cheek. "ow! cow fucker!" oh shit. the boys eyes started to tear up, and he fought them back like a man, lower lip trembling. that hurt like shit, damnit! he just wanted to cry now, but if he did, she'd probably hit him again or something!
"sheep fucker! camel fucker! horse fucker! homosexual!!!" oh wow, he went thur. it was kinda sad that his insult vocabulary wasn't as superior as it would be when he grew older, but for now this would have to do. he stood up, hand rubbing his cheek briefly, his face red as he sniffled quietly, glaring at her. unlike most countries who were taught "don't hit a woman," well, that shit wasn't taught in egypt. in fact. niggas were taught to beat dem wmmnz if they acted up.
so HE PUT ON HIS MANBOXERS.
fist clenched, and he struck out towards russia's chest... except he kinda forgot she was wearing a bunch of shit, so his attack probably did like -2HP, lmao. "i was only trying to help you! you have too much stuff on, if you keep it on you'll start getting dehydrated and end up fainting or dying from exhaustion!"
russia was an ass, man.
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Post by russia ! on Oct 10, 2010 12:55:39 GMT -5
as soon as russia was hit, she laughed. it wasn't just a giggle, it was a full on laugh. "oh! not only do you hit liek a voman, you zwear like one too!" she said before laughing again. she had never met a boy his age who didn't know how to throw a decent punch, let alone not have the most detestable curses flowing out of his mouth. to be honest, it was just way too funny. after a good laugh and a few gasps, she looked to the boy straight on with a bit of a serious face. "den maybe you should ask before ripping someone's clodes off," she stated matter-o-factly.
maybe in this country they didn't have something called rape, either that or they didn't recognize it as a crime. either way she didn't feel bad even if he was crying. clearly this boy had never been in a fight before.. "look," she said, before taking off her jacket to reveal a long sleeve underneath. "if you plan on punching zomeone, maybe you shud chooze a more vulnerable region, da?" this boy clearly needed some fighting tips, so mama russia would teach him. maybe one day he could defend himself then.
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 14:23:39 GMT -5
okay, so now he was a tad annoyed. she was laughing at him while his face was red and few tears managed to escape his manliness and streak down his cheek. biting into his lower lip, he watched as she called him a woman, and then on top of that removed his jacket and all that other crap. a vulnerable region, huh!? you wanted to test egypt's gangsta?! well egypt would show you vulnerable, you ass! there was only one place on the guys body that hurt like a bitch!
he kicked russia in her crotch.
there was a "hah!" as he sounded quite content and victorious, turning his back to russia with his hands on his hips - assuming she had keeled over and died. "you asked for it! stupid girl." he muttered, shrugging victoriously, a hand wiping away the tears. even though he had pretty much attacked in a sneak attack, and was aiming for her childrens area; he didn't care! a victory was a victory! soon he would be free, and he would kick everyone in their balls!
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Post by russia ! on Oct 10, 2010 14:34:33 GMT -5
sonofabitch.
as soon as his foot made impact with her.. crotch, her arms dropped to her side, her face holding a stupefied look. really? reeaaallly? he was going to go there? "eez he stupid?" she whispered, raising her eyebrows slightly. though it did hurt girls to get kicked there, it wasn't really a weak point.. she watched as he turned his back and she sighed softly. yeah this kid really didn't know anything. she thought about being nice and showing him where to hit, but clearly he wanted none of that. all he wanted to do was piss her off.
vanny thought about speaking, but she decided that actions might speak louder than words here. so she lifted her leg up, swung it back a bit and kicked the boy right in his crotch. from behind. and that, ladies and gentlemen, is what you call a sneak attack.
suck it you cheap shot bastard >:c
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 14:44:18 GMT -5
what? before he could even turn around to look at her with a face filled with horror as to how she survived that, an impact would cause him to stand up on his tip toes and hands to instantly fly to his crotch, instantly falling to his knees as his head hit the ground with a thud! oh, fuck! fuck!
now egypt really started to cry.
russia was such a bully, man! she was sitting here throwing around her power just because she was tougher! this damn broad! with his tears soaking the ground and his sobbing, it wasn't long before a maiden noticed that egypt was on the ground with russia standing victoriously over him, and she began to scream in egyptian at the poor little russian and push the child away, picking egypt up gently and spewing more hateful words at russia.
and after that, he was gone.
a few hours later however, it would be dark. egypt would be within the palace in his room, nuts still a bit sore but tolerable. russia would have been called by a maiden, and he waited for her to arrive to his room with dagger eyes.
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Post by russia ! on Oct 10, 2010 14:56:50 GMT -5
russia wasn't really standing victoriously over egypt. she was just standing with her hands and her side, looking down in a bit of pity at the boy. all russia could think about was how much of a pussy he was. getting kicked in the crotch was that bad, he needed to man up a bit. then that maid had to get all pissy at her and started screaming even though he was the one who started this. she smacked the hands of the maid as she tried to push her away and watched as she scooped up the little country and went away.
boy she was sure great at making friends. she sighed softly before picking her coat off the ground and walking away.
after a few hours, and a little lecture from her boss (which he actually laughed several times in between his sentences after she had told him what had happened) she had been called by a maid to go visit the little boy. hopefully he wasn't still crying his eyes out. russia pushed a door open before her eyes flickered around, noticing the darkness surrounding everywhere. she put her hand out so that she wouldn't run into anything and began to walk inside.
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 15:27:47 GMT -5
well it wasn't that dark. though, it had to be dark for a reason. as she came in, egypt still looked at her with a eye full of hate, but his attention soon turned to the moon outside. he sat upon a cushion on a large ledge, in front of what appeared to be a window - outside of it the night sky, shining brightly down upon them the various stars and the moon itself - shaped as a crescent.
"come sit down." he ordered, patting the area next to him. once he was sure she did, his knees curled up against his chest as his eye became more relaxed, hair falling down to the left of him as he sighed softly. "i want to be free... but, everyones bigger and stronger than me. i can't win, ever..." he confided, voice low in a whisper of sadness. he was chained to slavery, even in his own home...
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Post by russia ! on Oct 10, 2010 15:37:41 GMT -5
she could feel the anger in his stare, but her colder outer shell just bounced it off and she stared back. she was prepaid for him to say she hated her or was afraid of her, just like every other country had told her once before. she couldn't help it that she grew in that wasteland and was taught to just "tough it out", that others would fear her because of her size or hate her because of her ideals. her eyes went to the ground, hoping her face would be shrouded by what darkness there was.
"come sit down."
..those weren't the words she was expecting to hear. she glanced up and hesitated before wandering over and taking a seat next to him on the cushion. she looked at egypt as he spoke, noticing the expression on his face. "free huh?" she asked, also looking up to the sky. a lot of different things to say went through her mind, but one question stuck out the most. "and what might you do ven you have acquired that freedom?"
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 16:03:57 GMT -5
her question came as no surprise, and his eye dropped in thought, his smile soft as he wondered exactly how to explain his feelings. "when i'm free...?" he thought out loud, before only briefly turning his attention back to the stars above. he looked on them for guidance, and when he was finished staring at their beauty, his head turned and he would look at russia once more.
"when i'm free, i'll become an empire myself. i'll stretch all over north africa, the middle east, and all of europe. i'll even capture you..." he was extremely serious, even to the point that laughing seemed almost impossible. he made no other expression, nothing but serenity. he reached for her hand and took it in his own, pointing a finger to the brightest star. "i may not be as educated in fighting as you are, but i know much about the world around us, and the universe... you teach me, and i'll teach you." and, just then, the star they had pointed to would rip through the sky...
a shooting star.
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Post by russia ! on Oct 10, 2010 16:12:06 GMT -5
her country as well? somehow she doubted that, but this boy looked very serious. his ambitions were high, just like several other people and countries before him who dreamed of world domination. "do you believe dat you can in fact do dis?" she said, now looking at him. after all he did cry after getting hit once, she could only imagine what he might do in a war. "but you've got ambition, and i like dat," she said with a small smile. he felt his warm hand take hers as he pointed to the sky, her eyes following up to the stars above.
"sounds like a plan den, but in order to gain my training i'll ask you to spare my country in your.. domination," she said. hopefully he'd accept her conditions, and if he ever turned on her she'll just kick him in the crotch again. problem solved right?
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