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???sorry my b

Russia nodded once and stiffly to Oz, and soon, he was on his knees next to the couch and hovering over the woman's face. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up," he continued like before, using his claws to poke gently at her cheeks.

Sighing, he just sat next to her, staring at the others with his intimidating look as he hugged his shovel with his human hands and arms. The boy closed his eyes and went silent as he sat in thought, the freakish claws hovering over him. "I should retract them," he thought aloud. "if woman wakes up, they will scare her, then if I scare them, no one will want to become one with Russia."

The small boy walked over to the wall and leaned his shovel against it, the dark aura returning back onto him as darkness shadowed his face. "No. One. Touches. My. Shovel. Please. Kol kol kol."

Ivan's claws retracted back into his skin as he walked up to the couch again, this time crawling over her and setting on the arm rest next to her head. He closed his eyes and smiled as he sang to himself, not too loud or too quiet, though it was audible, and his words were quite dismal.

"Thick clouds cover my window,
Cutting off the light,
A fleeting nightmare,
Covered with a scarf,
I begin to move..."

The boy suddenly boomed the word "goodbye", and he continued this with each verse.

"Goodbye!
Even now, I don't understand!
Goodbye!
To what lies beyond the darkness..
As if calling to the utter stillness,
a flower blooms!
Please sing!

Grief isn't the sea, drink it to the dregs."

Russia's voice suddenly turned quiet and gloomy.

"The height of the blizzard,
Puts splotches on the moon,
Frightened of the wind,
My instinct, awakened,
By the calling of the crow,
I begin to move!

Goodbye!
From here on, I don't understand..
Goodbye!
Shaking off my emotions,
To see through the origins of good and evil,
I am changing! And so, I sing to the world.."

He trailed off, and continued smiling as he looked down at the woman to see if she was awake yet.

Finnaly Rin cracked open her eyes, she saw a boy smiling down at her. She leaned forward and groaned, resting her plam against her forehead.
"Where the h*** am I?" she asked, looking around. That boy, he carried me here... SHe caught sight of the shovel and jumped back a bit AHHH whats he gonna do with TTHHHAAAATT???!!! She threw her arm in front of her, realizing her APache pocket pistols were in her bag, and curled her legs up in front of her.
"Ummm...hello..please don't hit me with that I have quite a headache already..."she nervously chuckled.

Russia blinked once and grinned.

"I wouldn't hit you woman. After all, Russia is the one who brought you here in the first place." Pointing to himself, he smiled softly and patted her head with his real hand, the claws now retracted and gone, so he wouldn't be scary..hopefully. "I understand you feel pain in head. I don't hit people unless necessary."

Ivan shrugged. "What is your name? I am Ivan Braginski, also, I believe I left your hat outside. I'll get it later."

Rin sighed in relief as the boy explained himself. Though something about him made her very curious. He was a young boy, very cute as well. She wondered why he was all alone...
"My name is Rin," she said crawling over to him on the couch, she extended her hand and said, "Thank you for ...rescuing me?" She looked around and asked, "This isn't your place is it?" eyeing the broken windows and the strange people that were not talking, "You have quite a bit of work to do it tools like...If you don't mind me asing Ivan, Why are you alone?

Ivan smiled as he took her hand and gently shook it. "No, woman, this is not my place. This is place of other people; but I thought it was abandoned. I linger."

Russia shook his head and sighed, his gaze seeming to drop towards the ground. "I'm alone because no one wants to be one with Russia. I don't know why, though." Twirling a piece of his white hair, gently looping it through his pale fingers, his gaze shifted upwards towards the roof. "I ask if they'd become one with me. I've asked many, but they all look fearful and appear as if they're scared."

The boy drew in a long, sharp breath. "But I'm not always alone, I have claws. I sometimes pretend they're other people. Please don't be alarmed ahead of time."

The mechanical claws the boy always had burst from his back and he shuddered as the cold metal poked at his skin. "They help me whenever I am stuck in bad situation," he stopped to take in a deep breath. "they also help me carry heavy weight, and defend me when threatened. Honestly, though, I do not necessarily like them."

Rin listened the boy, becoming nostalgic of herself as a child. She thought her parents...but try as she might she just couldn't remember their faces anymore..She watched as the boy revealed his claws, holding himself about her height in the air and displaying the horror which no one else would accept. She walked forward reaching out slowly, hesitating for a moment, He is alone...I am alone... Suddenly she reaches out and grabs the boy around the shoulders, wrapping her arms around him and embracing him. She she said to him, holding him in her arms, "I'll be with you Russia...you don't have to be alone."
She felt overwhelmed at the moment, wishing that someone had been there for her. She could only do one thing, and that was let this boy know the love she herself always longed for. She pulled back a bit and looked him in the eyes, "I'm a little rough around the edges, but you seem like you can handle my sense of humor," she tried to brush off how much of a fool she had made herself into...and hoped this boy wouldn't look down on her.

Alarmed by the sudden warmth of an embrace, he felt his cheeks burn, and on the outside, they were a tinge of pink.

Darkness shadowing his eyes and the top part of his face, he grabbed the girl's arm tightly, also grabbing his shovel, and pulled her into the bathroom with him, making sure to retract his claws or else they'll scratch the paint on the walls.

The boy stood up onto the seat of the toilet and gazed at her eyes, his white pupils vibrating as they were surrounded by pitch darkness. "You don't understand my loneliness, though." He said with his mature, Russian voice. "Mine is different. Yes, I am alone like you, having no one. There's another story behind it, that is.

I have demented thoughts. I can't stop them, they keep coming, and I've gone so bat-shit crazy to the point, where, I'm starting to submit to my insanity, that's why I find myself not understanding why others are scared of me; because I've submitted then. I'm fighting back right now, to explain to you, no matter how grotesque I, or my history, may be."

Russia gripped his shovel and from the pressure, his hands trembled. "Communism, I hate it. I hate it all, but I can't control the people's decisions. I hate the cold. I hate war. I hated the plague epidemic of 1771. I hated the Russian Civil War, and the Russo-Japanese War. French Invasion of Russia. Polish Soviet War. I hate it all! I hate all the bloodshed, but at the same time.." he trailed off, looking to the side, a small smirk grin spreading across his features. "I also love it. I don't know why.

Just to quickly get to the point," he trailed off again, and sighed, though the smile stayed plastered onto his face as his gaze shifted back to the girl. "I kill people, with my claws and my shovel." The boy lifted his shovel, gently running the blade of it along his cheek, making an incision and blood trickling down his cheek. When blood began dripping and trickling down the blade, he ran his tongue along it, staring at her with no emotion yet he was grinning.

"After hearing that," he said rather dismally. "Do you want to become one with Russia?"

Rin chuckled at the boy, "My name is Rin Shiramashi, I was a bounty hunter. She flipped open her Apache pocket pistols, one in each hand and said..."These are my claws and shovel." She dropped the bag of coins on the countertop, "and this is my bounty. Now please, stop with all the foolish talk o the past. We need to find someplace to get dinner!" She grabbed the boys hand and dragged him out of the house and down the road, "I smell something delicious and me and you are gonna get some!"

Russia blinked, shocked as he was dragged out of the house. "Uhh..." he spluttered. "That I was definitely not expecting."

Ivan soon let his emotions take over and he was blushing like a madman. "Since when was Russia's talk foolish..?" The boy asked, looking down at the ground as he was letting himself get dragged. "B-B-But I'm s-serious a-about the killing stuff!"

The boy seemed to let his emotions get the best of him, and his plump bottom lip poked out as he seemed to pout, totally out of his character. "If we are getting dinner, I hope they have vodka for beverages.."

"Rin stopped turned in the street to be eye-level and said, "Maybe we should find an apartment or someplace first and I'll buy as much as you want! Wait...how old are you?" she asks, the shakes her head and says, "No matter!"
She returns to ht bulletin board fro earlier and pulls off a paper for a nice loft apartment in the city and smiles showing Russia, "What about this one?"

Rin knocks Russia on the head with her fist. "Hello! Anyone in there?"