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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 0:46:58 GMT -5
how did he end up in this situation? lately, he had been switched from hands from hands... first belonging to the persians, soon the romans... wait, was it the romans first? or the greeks? honestly, he couldn't remember... but he hated it. the child would sigh softly as his sandals kicked down at the dirt, taking a stick and carving a map into the soil. what could he do? he was stuck like this... he was way too young, and weak. he had been kept to himself for such a long time, there was no wonder he wasn't prepared for the invasion of the white man europeans.
puffing his cheeks out a bit, he stood straight, peering back towards the city. he was a distance away, before him nothing but sand and a few pyramids; behind him alexandria. it seemed his new 'masters' were currently using his land as a base, and somehow decided it was okay to invite foreigners. well, hopefully he'd get to make new friends? i don't know. he huffed softly, wiping his feet over the map of what appeared to be north africa. he'd escape, and when he got older, he would get his revenge...
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Post by russia ! on Oct 10, 2010 1:02:30 GMT -5
this place was nothing like home. instead of snoe this place was full of... dirt? the small girl glanced around, kicking up the ground with her boot, her face full of confusion. not to mention she was burning up under this sun! maybe it was a bad idea to wear her parka out here.. her boss did say that this place was the complete opposite of the mother land. of course she assumed that he was actually just pulling her leg, but apparently he was 100% serious.
she had wandered away from everyone else, uninterested in their choice of topic and found her time much better spent wandering around and admiring the strange architecture. this place was so interesting! vanny couldn't help but even wandered out a bit to the desert. the thing just stretched on forever! as she wandered around she noticed someone in the distance. huh? someone else was out here? she curiously wandered over to a very small boy who was wiping something away in the sand. being the blunt person she was, she flat out asked, "vat are you doing?" yeah her accent was really thick stfu B(
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 1:16:11 GMT -5
"huh!?" egypt was startled, jumping upwards and twisting around, grabbing the hilt to his blade at his side. but, instead of finding an abusive master, or enemy, his eyefell on the girl in front of him. a faint pink tint covered his face as his mouth slightly fell agape, before shaking his head to get the cobwebs from his brain.
"n-nothing.." he lied, seeing that it was kinda stupid to randomly tell her "her, i just drew a map of all the countries i plan to conquer when i'm older," she'd most likely have just laughed at him, you know. he really didn't want to be humiliated.. "who are you anyways? when did we get pretty white girls?" i think it should be stated right here that egypt, at this time, is physically twelve.
hormones. puberty. you get my drift.
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Post by russia ! on Oct 10, 2010 1:26:50 GMT -5
the girl simply raised her eyebrows when the boy started flailing his sword. what was that, a butter knife? she felt the need to take it to protect this boy from hurting himself. her eyes locked with his as she saw his face flush. what did he have a cold or something, she almost reached out to touch his forehead before he started to speak. "nouthing?" she questioned. you could also hear the disbelief in her voice as well.
but she decided not to prod him, and instead made a bit of a face at his question. "vat a strange ting to zay," vanny said, not noticing that he was in fact complimenting her. "my name eez vanya, nice to meet you..," she trailed off, hoping that this white haired stranger would fill in this little blank.
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 1:47:06 GMT -5
there was a pause, and his eye shifted to her hand, before her face, before finally her chest... before her face again. "..i'm mu'awiyah... you talk funny.." he muttered softly, guard dropping a bit as he noticed she was about a year or so younger than he.. or maybe she was a year older? he couldn't exactly tell... there was that whole thing with chicks maturing faster than boys, so his head tilted to the left, lips contorting in a sort of interested smile.
"u-uhm, so i'm guessing you came to master's banquet? are you a really powerful country? master only befriends people who might be a problem for him alone..." egypt would state matter a factly, before taking the stick and recreating the map, turning his back to the girl and drawing what appeared to be north africa, some of the middle east, and a bit of lower europe that he knew of...
"where on the map are you..?" sadly, he didn't know russia was a bit farrr north...
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Post by russia ! on Oct 10, 2010 2:00:57 GMT -5
"everyone in my country speeks live dis," she said, puffing her cheeks out slightly. everyone else always commented on her dang accent. one of these days she was going to loose it man.. "i suppose you could zay dat," she added, glancing off to the side. russia was the largest country... pretty much ever. and there was power in numbers, not to mention a lot of people feared them. is that why everyone attempted to make allies with her? strange. her brown eyes looked back to the boy as he drew in the ground with a stick. is this what he was doing earlier?
she stared at the map, tilting her head a bit before figuring out what he was drawing. "vere am i?" she asked before putting on a smile. she gently took the stick from his hands, gently brushing fingers with the boy, and made a little dot in the sand. "up here," he didn't draw her country, which only led her to assume he had never heard of her before. "i guess you've never heard of us before?"
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 2:13:18 GMT -5
seeing her puff her cheeks out caused him to lift his left hand lightly, covering his mouth as he let out a soft chuckle under his breath. she really was cute, after all. soon however, the stick was taken from his hand with a faint brush of fingers, a faint tint of pink as he ignored it and watched her point to the location of her country... which was no where on the small map he had drawn. was sbe saying that even in the location around them.. there were even more places out there?
"..oh," he paused, a hand ruffling into his white hair, "i never thought there was anything more..." he mumbled, before noticing a maiden was waving them over to the city. "oh! we should probably go back into the city, it would suck it a sandstorm came." he motioned for her to follow, and at reaching the gate and the maiden, he was scolded for being out there at this time of day.
he began to speak to her in fluent egyptian, before removing his shirt and letting the maiden take it back. it was hot, no need to be all confined and what not, ya know. "so.. tell me about your home, vanny." he would inquire, walking down the dusty roads before swiping two apples off the merchant stands, giving one to his companion for today.
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Post by russia ! on Oct 10, 2010 2:31:16 GMT -5
vanny chuckled softly at his response. of course there was always more! this boy, mu'awiyah was it? well he was interesting to say the least. but then he mentioned a sandstorm. were they like snowstorms.. but with dirt? she blinked a few times before looking at the sky. man this place sure was weird.. snowstorms were horrible back home, so she could only imagine what it was like being caught with sand whirling in her face, so she followed after the boy back to the city.
when they got there, she heard him speak an unfamiliar language before stripping down to his bareback. vinny looked down at her own clothing, a jacket, some pants, her boots and mittens and suddenly felt overdressed. but at the same time she would feel naked without her clothes, she could only wonder how this kid went around naked. "my country?" she said, accent rolling off her tongue. "vell for one ding, id eez a lot bigger van dis," she commented, nodding and taking off her mittens, "and a lot colder."
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 3:05:15 GMT -5
it was then too, that mu'awiyah noticed her being... really overdressed. as she spoke, he nodded, before wheeling in front of her, firmly planting his sandals into the dusty rode as he gave a stern look. "take your clothes off." you see, what he meant to say was "take most of that crap off except your pants and shirt," but he wasn't exactly acquainted with what foreigners wore under their ... well, whatever the hell she was wearing. seeing as he lived in the friggin' desert, they didn't exactly have 'jackets' or 'mittens'. it never snowed in egypt.
"if you don't, you might die. or faint. or something! i don't want you to, you have too much stuff on. you have to take it off." proceed to begin to try and strip poor vanny of her clothing by force. what a charmer mu'awiyah was... taking the goodies, like a true pimp.
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Post by russia ! on Oct 10, 2010 3:12:58 GMT -5
well that was one way to be charming. telling a girl you just met to take off her clothes. yes, very charming indeed.
vanny stood there, confusion written all over her face as if she didn't believe what he just said. did he just ask her to get naked? or was this suppose to suggest something else.. either way she didn't really want to find out, so she didn't make any sort of movements to take her clothes off. she was about to say 'excuse me' before he started speaking again. and then he tried to take off her clothes.
okay, seriously, what the fuck? desperate much? she didn't have any time to think before she reacted. the young girl, being taught to take crap from no one, immediately clenched her fist and threw a sucker punch at her attacker. only then she thought, 'wait a second, did he say pass out or die?' but all she felt was irritation. regardless if she was going to die he didn't have to start undressing her, the nerve!
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