DefenderofFreedom In reply to The-Lonely-Tsar [2015-05-27 17:35:09 +0000 UTC]

(Ahaha that sounds funny~ Or better yet she could just go on letting him believe it but that she's so tough she's immune to it Let's do it!)

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The-Lonely-Tsar In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2015-06-10 23:29:38 +0000 UTC]

(Okay, finally have time to think of a proper starter to begin this with, I'll try to make it not too long- XD)

Finally Ivan had gotten the courage to ask Amelia the question he never thought he would; if they could meet somewhere to just talk. It had been nearly two decades since the whole Soviet fiasco had finally ended, and the Russian felt things were relatively safe enough for them to speak in private. Sure, they still didn't see eye to eye during meetings all the time, but Ivan had done his best to keep quiet around her and not stir up her anger. With the years he'd holed himself up in isolation, and the tentative return to public in the last few years, he thought it was time to overcome the biggest obstacle that weighed most heavily on his heart.

That was why he was waiting silently outside of a small restaurant in D.C, wanting to be in a city where Amelia felt secure (even if he felt out of place-). It had been a place she had picked, so Ivan wasn't sure to expect when they went inside, but he could care less where they were. As long as the American gave him a sliver of a chance to talk, that was all he wanted. Giving a quiet, exhausted sigh, he put his hands in the pockets of the nice suit he had picked for the occasion, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the odd looks he was getting from people walking by.

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to The-Lonely-Tsar [2015-06-26 05:59:58 +0000 UTC]

America had been first shocked and then wary when Russia approached her, but she felt she was at least decent at reading him, and he seemed  to be telling the truth when he said he just wanted to talk. Besides, being the way they'd been was exhausting and she knew her boss would appreciate her trying to 'improve relations' with another nation, so she grudgingly accepted, on the terms that she got to pick the spot. America was, in most things, an open book. But she had been devastated by what had happened between her and Russia, and so she was very cautious about this, because she feared the desire in her heart to repair their lost friendship would overcome what little common sense was in her head.

She met Ivan in D.C., outside a nice faux Irish pub, which she figured would serve as a semi-formal locale for their...rendezvous. Not so nice it could be passed off as a mere business meeting, but not so casual they were like friends hanging out. Not like some of the places she'd taken him in the very early 1900s, when things in America had been starting to change--leading the charge for the rest of the world. She was dressed somewhat formally in business attire--a navy suit with a pencil skirt--having come straight from Capitol Hill.

"Com--R--Braginsky." It took a couple tries for her to settle on something that was neither offensive nor would draw them odd looks in public. She stopped short in front of him. "You found it. Good." She refrained from any mocking remarks, but it left a silence she wasn't sure how to fill. "So...inside or outside?" She glanced at the tables. The weather in D.C. was heating up rapidly as they descended into summer, and as with all D.C. summers, it was not only hot, but humid.

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The-Lonely-Tsar In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2015-06-27 05:06:57 +0000 UTC]

Ivan's eyes shot open at the sound of Amelia's voice, glancing over towards her and noticing she had dressed for the occasion as well, though it looked more as if she had just come from the White House itself. He was very quiet as he listened to her stutter for a name, his brow raising slightly when she finally decided to call him by his last name, surprised by her choice. Then again, it would seem they were both trying to not insult the other, that had already been a game they had played for the last century, a game that Ivan was finally tired of being apart of. While he did keep a close watch on her, keeping note of her every move and every sound she made, he only looked away when she asked about where they should sit, the neutral smile on his face finally showing some emotion as he grimaced at the tables he spotted outside their chosen restaurant. He didn't really want to spend any more time in this hellish heat, but...

"...Wherever you are feeling most comfortable, Miss Jones." He said as calmly as he could, turning to face her again with his little grin back in place. Ivan decided to try a tactic of approach he didn't usually try often, but when it came to Amelia the Russian found it necessary. He knew she still didn't fully trust him, no one did these days, so it was best to leave most of the decisions up to her. Perhaps if she had more control over this situation, she wouldn't feel quite as threatened in his presence, as he feared she might feel. Amelia would never admit it, but Ivan could tell by this point that the American was being very cautious with this whole meeting.

"Coming from work, да?" He asked casually, nodding to the navy suit she was in. His smile widened slightly in what he hoped was a genuine smile, sometimes it was hard for him to tell these days. "Anything exciting happen today~?"

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to The-Lonely-Tsar [2015-06-29 18:52:05 +0000 UTC]

Well she sure wasn't going to call him Ivan. Or anything else she might have called him when they had been friendly and familiar, because they weren't and she wasn't going to pretend they were. They were as good as strangers to each other--but no, that wasn't entirely true. They knew each other well. It was just in a very negative way.

The look of distaste on Russia's face wasn't lost on America, even as she smiled blithely. "It's such a nice day, let's sit outside!" She wasn't sure what his plan was, but she was willing to bet she'd uncover it sooner if she left him to sweat--quite literally--in the D.C. summer heat. America didn't trust Russia as far as she could throw him, but she was at least willing to sit and listen, which is more than he would have gotten twenty years ago. She waltzed over to a table and cast herself down in the chair, dropping her bag into the seat beside her.

"Yeah, I've been on the Hill all day," she said. "A couple of major court cases are going through." She leaned back in her chair, stretching out casually. She always did manage to occupy a lot of space, whatever she was doing. Perhaps it came from her being used to sprawling across as much land as she wanted, never having to deal with cramped and crowded European villages and hamlets. When a waitress passed by, America ordered herself a strawberry lemonade. She may be used to the heat, but she still needed to keep cool and hydrated! "I'm sure you'll hear about it in the news. Or, given your news, you might not." Censorship in Russia might neatly cut America's recent court decisions from the air.

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The-Lonely-Tsar In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2015-07-06 08:02:23 +0000 UTC]

It took everything in the Russian to keep himself from groaning when Amelia made the obvious choice; any way to get him uncomfortable, as per usual. Perhaps he did deserve it though, in some small way...maybe a lot of ways. So instead of complaining, he merely watched her take her seat, before standing near the chair across from her, withholding the Russian swears he felt rising in his throat as he already felt himself sweating a bit in the summer heat. "It may have been mentioned. I am not spending much time watching news these days..." Too many depressing things, he thought inwardly as a slightly uncomfortable expression came over his face for the briefest of moments, before he caught himself and finally sitting down. Too many depressing things concerning him. "Mind...reminding me exactly what these major court cases are, that you are so busy with?" He asked with a little uncertain grin, one hand on the table as the other fiddled lightly with his scarf. His body was tense and on edge, sitting straight in his chair and looking ready to bolt in a split second, it was...unusual for Ivan, the typically great stoic wall of a man to act like this. He fidgited with his scarf a little longer for he sighed quietly, finally lowering said hand and clasping them together on the table.

"Ah...but perhaps you would much rather talk about what we are doing here..." He muttered quietly, lowering his gaze and slouching his shoulders the slightest bit. Amelia wouldn't appreciate all this dodging around the bush he had tried so often around others, avoiding the main concern. There would be no improvement between them until he actually did something about it, and this was the only thing he could think of that might actually make a difference, even if it might be too late. "I...I want to-to...извиняться-" Oh, the word felt so foreign to him, he just couldn't help but say it in his mother tongue. This took a huge step out of his comfort zone, his pride cringed at what he had just done and his fingers were practically strangling each other as he finally said the word. But it was out there, she'd heard it, and hopefully her Russian hadn't gone rusty. Now he could do was prepare for the backlash that would no doubt come from this, not meeting her gaze as he waited for her anger.

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to The-Lonely-Tsar [2015-07-06 19:18:17 +0000 UTC]

How curious to sit and watch these various expressions pass over Ivan's face. He'd never been very open with his true feelings, even when they'd been on good terms. It took a lot of coaxing to get him to say what he was feeling. So it was even more bizarre to see these things given their current state of relations. However, Russia's vulnerability did serve an end: it made America trust him more. She knew he wouldn't be showing her these things if he had a choice, which meant they were genuine, as he felt them too deeply to hide. She let him ramble around for a while before he ditched the small talk to get down to why he was here. She knew sitting outside was the better choice.

"That'd be an interesting topic," she agreed, a bit of a Carolina drawl in her voice as she sipped her lemonade, waiting for him to come out and say why he was here. Her posture was very casual, but she was watching him intently, her attention unmoved by anything else. Russia was right about her desire to get to the heart of it--America was blunt and straightforward; she didn't like beating around the bush or sugar-coating things. She told things the way they were and she preferred to be treated the same way.

At this point, she supposed there wasn't much reason left to pretend she didn't speak Russian or had forgotten what little Russia had taught her over the course of their friendship. "You? Want to apologize to me?" She arched her eyebrows and set her glass down on the table without letting go of it. "That is something. Did your boss send you here?" She couldn't imagine why Putin would want to apologize to her, but it was almost (almost) equally difficult to imagine Ivan coming to apologize of his own free will, to her personally.

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The-Lonely-Tsar In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2015-08-04 06:51:54 +0000 UTC]

"Nyet-" He was quick to respond to her question, his face already starting to turn red at her raised brow. Oh dear, this had been a mistake, he knew it! She'd never forgive him, he was making a fool of himself and there was nothing he could do to take this back! She'd just laugh in his face with that obnoxious smile, the 'I beat you' one that he loathed so much. She'd make fun of him for even thinking she'd forgive him for what he did, just like everyone else had so far! Well, he'd never actually gotten around to apologizing to them per say, but he always imagined they would if he tried...he had some glimmer of hope with Amelia, if he made his apology genuine, that she might be more merciful, but he had been so wrong. "He-he did not, he does not know I am here for that-" His voice grew quieter and quieter, and his eyes quickly went from her face to the his hands, that were wringing themselves into knots under the table. If he hadn't been sweating before, he most certainly was now, though it wasn't from the heat.

It was the moment he felt his heart jerk from his swirling emotions and overall fear that he knew he had to leave. He couldn't stand feeling like this, so humiliated and unable to do anything about it! That was the thing, he couldn't frighten Amelia into secrecy, not now when he had been trying to hard to change! And in his attempts to change, he'd been holding back his temper and tendencies to intimidate someone when they weren't doing something he didn't like! So rather than doing that, he decided to do the next best thing: flee and hide away until his embarrassment was gone. "Ah, you-you know what, I have something I should be doing, and you probably do as well, I will go-" His words blurred together from how fast he spoke and how thick his accent had been, his mind panicking as he tried to smile. He then quickly rose from his seat (nearly making the table tumble over in his haste) and started to march off, his face already buried in his scarf as he tried to hide himself in his safetyshell that was already cracking.

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to The-Lonely-Tsar [2015-08-10 06:55:57 +0000 UTC]

"No?" she echoed. Putin hadn't sent him? She couldn't say she was surprised, but that meant he'd come of his own volition, which was also mind-blowing. But now he was going red in the face as she hadn't seen in decades, at least outside when she made him so angry he lost even the slasher smile that suggested he would sing a song while he bludgeoned you to death with that pipe. She hadn't done that in a while either though, not since the Sixties or Seventies. Her first impulse was almost to laugh, but she caught herself before she did. For once, a mature voice in her head spoke up. Here was Russia, stuttering and stammering and turning red-faced trying to find the words to apologize, and she'd never even tried. She'd never said sorry for anything she'd done and boy hadn't she been smug since "winning" the Cold War? In a rare moment, America felt a bit ashamed of her behavior. Suddenly, it wasn't funny at all.

Not that Russia would be able to easily frighten her even if he wanted to; his attempts to silence her usually ended with her yelling just to spite him. "Hey!" The table swayed violently as Russia jumped to his feet and Amelia's lemonade went sprawling across the table, soaking the knees of her skirt as she skittered backwards. "Braginsky!" Her heels clacked against the bricks as she slammed her feet down and vaulted out of her chair. "Hey!" She strode after him and grabbed his arm, jerking him around to face her. "Hey, look here, I've known you for a lot of things but never a coward," she said, jabbing a finger at him. "You got something to say to me, you should say it!" Her jaw had that stubborn, churlish set to it that hadn't changed in centuries and she was determined to hear the rest of what Ivan had to say, whether he wanted to cop out or not. "If you're going to apologize, do it," she said, in perfect Russian.

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The-Lonely-Tsar In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2015-08-10 07:51:20 +0000 UTC]

"Why?" He responded quickly and frantically, after getting over the fact that Amelia had grabbed his arm, had even bothered to touch him at all! Well, in a manner that wasn't punching him or hurting him in anyway, at least. "You will just laugh at me, and say how stupid I am for trying-" His Russian was hurried, but speaking in his native tongue gave him a little more courage, since the people around them most likely couldn't understand them. His thoughts came out unwillingly in this brief moment of weakness, as he glanced back at the American he had once despised and been so jealous of, now looking at her with a glimmer of childish fear in his eyes. He wasn't afraid of her power, or status as a nation, he was afraid of her seeing him like this, when he detested appearing weak, or feeling humiliated. He didn't want her to see him like this. "You will not forgive me, not after everything I have done...no one would..." His fear quickly disappeared and turned into sorrow instead, knowing he was speaking the truth as he turned away and closed his teary eyes. No one would forgive him, ever, he would always be the bad guy now. Big bad Russia, left by himself because no one could trust him anymore. Even though he had done it in the attempt to make the world better, everything had gone so horribly, horribly wrong...and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

"...Pozhaluysta, let me go..." He eventually asked after a long moment of heavy silence, his tone sounding shaken and weak. "I will not be bothering you again...I know you are hating me, everyone hates me, and they should..." He didn't care if she called him a coward at this point, he was just tired of trying, he had been trying to be a better nation, a better person, trying to reel in his temper and be more understanding, but nothing worked. Nothing he did would make up for the things he had done. It didn't matter if he had thought he was doing the right thing at the time, he had hurt those he had wanted to protect, hurt those who used to be his tentative friends...now no one would be his friend ever again. He didn't deserve that.

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to The-Lonely-Tsar [2015-08-10 17:47:30 +0000 UTC]

"Hey!" she protested again, more insistently, jumping in front of him. "I'm a little disappointed I didn't get a better reaction for the Russian thing, but we'll save that for later. Don't you remember when--" She took a deep breath. If she was being totally honest with herself, she wanted this healing as much as Russia did. Hearing her boss tell her Russia was her enemy now, and seeing the cold look in his eyes when he looked at her had been heartbreaking. It had gone on so long now she'd been able to convince herself she was over it, because the man who had been her friend was dead--Russia was dead and in his place was the Soviet Union, whom she loathed.  There had been glimpses of Ivan over the years, but he too had a facade to keep up. This, though...this was all the proof in the world that Ivan was back, or had never left, and merely been altered for a time. America was too young to have seen the powerful effects a government could have on their nation for extended periods of time.

"Don't you remember when I was a kid, and everyone told me not to trade with you, because you were going to take advantage of me? And everyone told me not to ally with you, because you were bad news and it was going to get me in a lot of trouble? And when I didn't listen to them, they all thought I was a dumb kid and I was going to get what was coming to me?" She let go of his arm and looked away. "I didn't blow them off just because I liked to flip England the bird whenever I could. I didn't listen because I knew they were wrong. And the more I knew you, the more sure I was that they were wrong." She held up a hand. "Now you've done some majorly fucked up shit man, I'm not denying that." She took another deep breath. "But like...it's not as if anyone here has a clean slate. And when I knew you before, at least, I never knew you for...for being a bad person." She passed a hand over her mouth, fidgeting as she tried to explain all this without giving up or making no sense. "Now the Soviet Union was fucked up. Colossally. But it's gone now and you're...democratic, or at least something like it, and...you can't erase the past, but maybe now that Stalin and Gorbachev aren't filling your head up with communistic bullshit, things will get better again."

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to FreezingDays [2014-11-29 22:13:46 +0000 UTC]

((No problem, thank you for the watch!))

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FreezingDays In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2014-11-29 22:15:11 +0000 UTC]

You're very welcome. ))

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to eurhe [2014-11-16 22:03:42 +0000 UTC]

((Aw thanks ))

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to Ask-Soviet-Russia [2014-09-03 21:32:34 +0000 UTC]

Amelia was on the couch in pajama shorts and a tank-top with her laptop open beside her, work emails pulled up by the dozen, with Call of Duty: Black Ops on the TV and was alternating between the two. Wrapped up quiet entirely in what she was doing, it was Max's barking that alerted her to the man outside her window, which practically gave her a heart attack. She turned around and nearly fell off the couch; even if Ivan couldn't hear her, he could see her shouting about not lurking outside people's windows. She got up and flung open the door, crossing her arms and standing with her feet spread apart.

"Dammit Russia, what do you want? And why couldn't it come in the form of a phone call?" she demanded.

(You know what's cool? Using the front door is cool.)

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Ask-Soviet-Russia In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2014-09-04 06:28:48 +0000 UTC]

Looking curiously towards the dog barking at him, Ivan nearly missed Amelia almost falling off of the couch in shock, his eyes widening at the sight and blinking in an oblivious manner when the American appeared to be shouting and cursing at him inside her house, storming off towards the front door. Oh dear, this wasn't off to a good start, but when was it ever off to a good start between the two of them these days? Not adorned in his military outfit, and instead in a suit and tie with his red scarf wrapped around his neck, Ivan peeked out from the side of Amelia's house and looked towards her at the front door, offering a little smile despite her agitated posture.

"I wanted to see you, da~? Mansion is empty cause everyone is off on vacation, and I am not really wanting to stay there at moment-" He says truthfully, fiddling with his scarf a little bit as he spoke. The empty mansion of his truly was not a pleasant place to be when he was all by himself. "Besides, phones are not as fun, you would have hung up on me if I had called anyhow..." The Russian muttered the last part quietly, glancing towards Amelia's front yard with a lightly furrowed brow. Phones were still something Ivan was not completely comfortable using outside of work, there wasn't anyone he could think of that would want to talk with him over that little machine! Especially with Amelia, he strongly believed that the moment she heard his voice over the phone, she would close the call immediately and leave him with a dial tone on the other end. That would be no fun at all for Ivan to go through.

(I think we both can agree that Ivan's notion of 'cool' is a bit warped and lacking- XD)

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to Ask-Soviet-Russia [2014-09-04 07:00:57 +0000 UTC]

"You came because you wanted to see me?" America's voice was as dry as the Arizona desert and the way she cocked her left eyebrow would have made England proud. Obviously she wasn't buying that at all, but...at the same time, Ivan's tone and body language would suggest he was telling the truth. He was a pretty good liar, but she remembered enough about him to tell when he was uncomfortable and right now he was. There was no reason for that unless he was telling the truth--he had come to her because...he was lonely? It had been half a century since he had done that.

"Cut the bullshit Braginsky," she said, nudging Max further behind her with one foot "What's your game this time?" Even if she suspected he was telling the truth, she was going to play hardball. It wasn't as easy as she'd have thought, being so short with him while he was twisting his scarf around and not looking at her. They'd been friends longer than not and her immediate instinct was to try to soothe his uneasiness, but she also didn't want to give him the chance to take advantage of her because he had played to her soft side and she'd bought into it. The bad thing about their previous friendship was that Russia knew where to hit her to make it hurt. With him so guarded and secretive, she didn't have quite the same advantage, as she had always been very open with him about what she felt, but he had not been so with her. More than with other people, but never blatantly clear. She could guess and take potshots at him, but sometimes it felt like shooting in the dark, never knowing if she hit her mark or not. "And I hang up on you because you only call to bother me," she added.

(We can absolutely agree on that XD)

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Ask-Soviet-Russia In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2014-09-05 11:15:36 +0000 UTC]

Ivan could not help but tap his pointer fingers together in a slightly nervous manner when he heard her tone of voice, that was a bad sign when she spoke like that...and he was used to that tone in this day and age. No doubt she would be having an expression of sheer disbelief too, which was why he didn't bother looking, keeping his gaze focused elsewhere instead. The Russian was completely aware that the two of them weren't on good terms at the moment, nor were their countries, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and this was one of those rare moments when his loneliness overcame his pride. There was no where else he could go, his 'family' were all out on vacation so he didn't want to bother them, his boss had kicked him out of the work place cause some of the humans were acting a little funny (a routine thing they had to do every few months-), and the other nations wouldn't have even bothered to open their doors to him...they would have fled from his very presence and hid inside their houses. He knew Amelia wouldn't do that though, not because they were friends but because she was never one to show fear like that, so...here he was. Feeling very awkward and beginning to question whether he should have bothered to try and come at all...

"Th-there's no game-" He said quickly in response, his brow furrowing in a distressed manner as he looked to the ground. "Boss does not know I am here, no one else does either! Is very hush-hush matter-" Ivan's English grew more stuttered and accented the more he spoke, really beginning to doubt himself on this decision. He had really come here on an impromptu idea, after he realized how tired he was of seeing other people cower away from him and say things only to please him, he was tired of being angry and frustrated at everything...Ivan wanted a break. It had been many years since he'd felt that way, and he hadn't been certain exactly how he should have one, and low and behold; he ended up on Amelia's doorstep. But now that she was here, talking with him and looking at him like that, Ivan realized this was a bad idea, that he probably shouldn't have come in the first place and shown his presence around her house like this. Why on earth would she let him be around her, after everything that had happened between them?? He couldn't blame her for being so cross like this, which was why the Russian began to inch away from the wall and towards the street, with every intention of leaving and giving Amelia her peace. Even if it meant him spending the rest of the day silently brooding in his quiet mansion, without anything or anyone to busy his negative thoughts. "I do not mean to be bothering you. Этот была плохая идея ..." He muttered the last bit to himself, glancing to the American briefly before quickly lowering his gaze, hesitant to looker in the eye. "I-I will go now, someone may be needing me back home-"

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to Ask-Soviet-Russia [2014-09-05 17:44:50 +0000 UTC]

(Oh poor baby he needs a hug--)

On that account, Russia was right. America had never shown the slightest modicum of fear, not when she was a little child being introduced to the Russian Empire for the first time and not now, when they were such powerful enemies playing their dangerous game. And since America was usually such an open book about her feelings, evidence would suggest she simply wasn't afraid of him. There were plenty of criticisms one could level at America, but being cowardly was not one of them.

He had come without his boss' permission? Amelia's eyes bugged. Now, of all times! That kind of thing could be enough to end with missiles launching! If Russia's boss found him missing and had any reason to suspect he was in America, he'd call foul play immediately and she could end the day with a declaration of war from the Soviet Union! He was usually so careful and calculated! What was Russia thinking?

"Oh my God," she said loudly, drawing out the last word in a groan. How was she supposed to let him go now? She knew exactly what he'd do--if he couldn't have her company, he'd take the bottle instead. If America wasn't so wildly oblivious (or perhaps purposefully being so) to her own feelings, she'd know exactly why she couldn't let him do that--because even after everything that had happened, after all this time, she harbored a soft spot in her heart for Ivan Braginsky. She had not forgotten their previous closeness and how important it had been to her then. And she wanted to badly to believe he would never take advantage of that, that he would never use their past relationship against her now. Besides, the only emotion he could fake with any accuracy was happiness; he wasn't doing that now. "God, why are you such a pain in the ass?" And why do you do this to me? Why couldn't she just say no and make him leave? Because she knew she couldn't. "Look, I don't have time to drive you back to the airport right now," she said, looking at him with cross blue eyes. "So you'll just have to wait, okay? I'm actually working right now. And don't stay out here, I don't trust you with my petunias." She turned sharply on her heel, blonde curls bouncing, and vanished back into the house, leaving the door open.

Honestly, no wonder Canada called her an idiot. She was. She was a big, stupid, brain-dead idiot and there was no way she wasn't going to regret this horribly within an hour or two. But she just couldn't turn him away. She hated herself for that, but it was true and she recognized it. He had come to her...that took a lot. If her boss asked it was...improving diplomatic relations, right?

"God I'm an idiot," she muttered to herself, flopping back on the couch.

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to Shijaki--banida [2014-08-25 08:36:58 +0000 UTC]

//admin takes Amelia because she needs a fem!Korea to chat up

//grins

Heyyy that was pretty good! Oh oh! I got one!

//clears her throat and strikes a pose

If you go out with me, I'll be Burger King and you'll be McDonald's--I'll be having it my way and you'll be lovin' it.

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Shijaki--banida In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2014-08-25 08:42:51 +0000 UTC]

[ heck yes ]

[ laughs at the responding line ]

"That's cute."

[ smile smile ]

"Got any other great pickup lines, Amelia-?"

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to Shijaki--banida [2014-08-25 08:45:14 +0000 UTC]

//more smiles

Hm...

//thinks for a second

Oh! Here's one: I forgot my phone number. Can I have yours?

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Shijaki--banida In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2014-08-25 09:18:10 +0000 UTC]

[ chuckles again ]

"Hmm~ That's adorable too."

[ she scribbles down her number on a piece of paper ]

[ hands it to her ]

"Here you go!"

"Call me anytime~"

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to Shijaki--banida [2014-08-25 17:08:16 +0000 UTC]

//beams

//Amelia you already have her number calm down

Cool, it worked!

//takes the number and winks in an attempt to be flirty/seductive/or something like that

I'll call you

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Shijaki--banida In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2014-08-25 20:25:47 +0000 UTC]

"Sounds good~"

[ grinning widely ]

"I look forward to the said call~"

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to Shijaki--banida [2014-08-25 20:38:53 +0000 UTC]

//grins

You should; I'll make sure you have a good time babe

//just messing around now

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Shijaki--banida In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2014-08-25 20:48:05 +0000 UTC]

"Hmm~ I'm all excited now!"

[ she's playing along ]

[ her smile is much too wide for her pudgy face ]

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to Shijaki--banida [2014-08-25 20:53:21 +0000 UTC]

You should be! I know how to give a good time

//Amelia that may not have sounded exactly the way you thought

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Shijaki--banida In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2014-08-25 21:02:45 +0000 UTC]

[ laughs ]

"You make things sound so sexual~"

[ she keeps playing along anyway ]

"But, yes, so excited."

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to Shijaki--banida [2014-08-26 05:45:21 +0000 UTC]

Wh-what? That wasn't sexual!

//her eyes widen

//blushuuu

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Shijaki--banida In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2014-08-26 05:47:26 +0000 UTC]

"Well, uh- "

"You didn't mean them that way, but it sure sounded like it."

[ she nods ]

"I'll pretend it doesn't though~"'

[ wink ]

[ she's so cute when she's blushing ]

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to Shijaki--banida [2014-08-26 07:15:39 +0000 UTC]

//groans

I just meant--you know, like have fun and stuff!

//I didn't mean to sound like a hooker--

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Shijaki--banida In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2014-08-26 16:37:31 +0000 UTC]

"I know."

[ grins ]

"I was just saying what it sounded like."

" I know what you meant though."

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to Shijaki--banida [2014-09-03 21:35:26 +0000 UTC]

//sulks

Well good then. Because that's what I meant.

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to MMD-Ask-Russia2 [2014-08-10 00:29:14 +0000 UTC]

No way yo, it's too hot! *pushes him off*  Too hot for hugs.

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MMD-Ask-Russia2 In reply to DefenderofFreedom [2014-08-10 00:35:42 +0000 UTC]

Future Russia: ah *un hugs her* do you hate me?...

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DefenderofFreedom In reply to MMD-Ask-Russia2 [2014-08-10 03:50:04 +0000 UTC]

Uh...no?

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