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discedo_logs2009-03-29 09:18 pm
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Oh where, oh where is Prussia~?
Who: Germany ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lovesauerkraut and Yuriy novaerog
Where: Gar Street
When: Early night
Rating: PG-13; violence and death
Summary: After witnessing the death of his best friend, Yuriy follows Prussia and mistakenly attacks Germany instead. But who to blame for the deed~?
the log:
Yuriy seethed as he trailed out of the warehouse, ignoring the stab wound to his thigh as he looked around hastily.
Where the hell did that coward go now?! 'Boris..'
The streets were dark; he hadn't expected it to turn night so fast. The voice inside his head tried to make words, but Yuriy didn't pay them any attention. The chip held back the murmuring words for the most part, but it only left them to make strange whispers Yuriy couldn't identify. And it was becoming annoying rather fast. "Prussia..."
The death of that so called nation would be his and his alone. Gripping harder on his pistol, Yuriy continued to stalk down the street. The dead bastard couldn't be far...
lovesauerkraut and Yuriy novaerogWhere: Gar Street
When: Early night
Rating: PG-13; violence and death
Summary: After witnessing the death of his best friend, Yuriy follows Prussia and mistakenly attacks Germany instead. But who to blame for the deed~?
the log:
Yuriy seethed as he trailed out of the warehouse, ignoring the stab wound to his thigh as he looked around hastily.
Where the hell did that coward go now?! 'Boris..'
The streets were dark; he hadn't expected it to turn night so fast. The voice inside his head tried to make words, but Yuriy didn't pay them any attention. The chip held back the murmuring words for the most part, but it only left them to make strange whispers Yuriy couldn't identify. And it was becoming annoying rather fast. "Prussia..."
The death of that so called nation would be his and his alone. Gripping harder on his pistol, Yuriy continued to stalk down the street. The dead bastard couldn't be far...