Post by Latvia on Mar 30, 2012 20:11:46 GMT -5
Eastern Front :: Latvia and Livonia ((Axis))Latvia opened his violet eyes, staring up with a blank expression. He felt as though he couldn't budge, and it seemed like ages since he had last stood up or stretched his arms. Dirt and snow covered his gray coat, and his nose and cheeks were red against his pale skin from the cold. His legs were pulled up to his chest in an almost fetal position, and his arms wrapped around a large sniper riffle aimed up at the sky. He blinked a few times, trying to gather his barrings and remember exactly what was going on. He had fallen asleep... for the first time in a while. He had taken a few naps in the last few days, but he hadn't actually had the privilege of enjoying sleep for more than an hour until then.
"Hey! You looked cold!" Livonia said, beaming down at him as she held out a cup of coffee, "Figured I'd let you sleep for a little while, but then they threatened to put all the drinking stuff up, so I decided you might like it while it was still warm..."
"...Thanks..." the blond boy muttered in reply, nodding his head gratefully as he took the cup and held it just below his chin. The warm steam moved up and helped to thaw his seemingly frozen nose and cheek, making him smile softly. Never before had he imagined that simple things like coffee or a small meal could be such luxuries. Sure, he had gone through phases when he was poor, but never before had he appreciated warmth and safety like this. Livonia had managed to keep him out of World War I, but after that he was officially and nation, and therefor had to deal with the consequences of being a nation. Livonia sat down next to him, chugging her own drink after taking a seat on the cold, hard ground.
"It sure has been quiet for a while, hasn't it?" the younger boy asked, looking up at the gray sky. Livonia let out a chuckle, shaking her head slowly.
"Ne... I've heard rumors that Russia's leader gets all his people drunk before they attack," Livonia explained, smiling the fake smile she usually did when she tried to hide things like fear or worry, "It's quiet now because they're all drinking and having the time of their lives... Soon, however, one of the leaders will tell them to charge, and too drunk to understand what they're running into, they will run at us...!"
Latvia looked down as she explained, thinking about how Prussia and Germany showed them how to use machine guns in order to literally plow down large groups.
"...I feel kinda bad for them..."--------------------
Eastern Front :: Siberia ((Allies))Siberia looked around the bar, his ice-colored eyes scanning every nook and cranny of the place. He was sent there to search for weapons left behind, since Russia's forces were running low on weapons to fight the Legions with. The pale eleven-year-old made his way over to the bar stools and hopped up onto one, leaning over the bar looking around for anything of use; ammunition, pistols, rifles, anything that could be used against the enemy. If he returned empty handed, he would feel like a failure again. Besides, any victory won by Russia meant more people sent to the frozen tundra, and that meant more people he got to freeze himself! The region smirked darkly.
"I wonder where they keep the vodka..." he muttered, not finding weapons but noticing plenty of shot glasses broken and scattered across the floor. He turned and jumped down off the barstool, making his way slowly over to the table and noticing a half-full bottle of vodka on teh top. The boy grabbed it, holding it his lips before tipping it over quickly and taking a swing. Taking another look around, he sighed and decided that there were no weapons in the building, and that could only mean one option (other than accepting failure).
Hunting through bodies...
He knew that when people died, their weapons fell with them, but were still very useable. Normally they were further toward the lines because the next wave would grab the guns and use them, and that meant that they were dangerously close to the trenches Germany's troops had dug. Siberia frowned as he though about it, walking outside and taking another swing of vodka before looking around to inspect the surrounding area.
"...I wonder where Russia is... He should be around here somewhere..." he muttered dully.
((I can add Sicily or Ireland for anyone else who wants to RP but isn't in the area ^^ Ireland can be anywhere from her own nation to France, and Sicily can be anywhere from Egypt to Germany, or possible Denmark.))
