About you going out with my sister...

[romanovs]

Who: Russia (romanovs) & Estonia (technophiling]
What: THE SHOTGUN TALK^tm
Where: Russia's basement
When: Estonia's birthday
Warnings: Russia being himself, aka creepiness and lots of threatening; also maybe a few descriptions of rather graphic ...punishments.



It's not dark yet, but the shadows are drawing closer and the sun has almost gone down. Out in the streets of Mayfield, one tall man is waiting in the shades of the library, waiting for a certain boy to leave the building. You might not spot him, even if you're looking out for him.

But he is there.

He's waiting.

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[technophiling]

Early sunset is nothing, really, even when Estonia had lost track of time at the library. He intended to find company for the evening once he was home, but a day of distractions... That was nice, too. He needed things to focus on to ignore how painful it was to be so far from his people on a day he should have been celebrating with them. He may have counted it as a birthday, but the real pride came in how great his citizens were. Without them, it felt a little lackluster.

Estonia is lost in his thoughts as he finally leaves the library and head for home. As such, he's not expecting anything, only half as paranoid as usual. That means a quick look around, and listening closely, but anything hiding stays hidden.

[romanovs]

"Good evening, little Estonia."

There was no warning, no sound before those words. Russia is just standing there right behind the other nation, close enough to easily grab him should he try to run away, close enough for Estonia to feel the taller man's breath against the back of his head.

[technophiling]

Estonia flinches and stops where he is, needing no confirmation to know Russia's been waiting for him and this won't be fun. He doesn't know what he's done now (the public declaration of his love for Ukraine was days ago, so he stupidly thought he was safe) but he knows he can't outrun Russia. That will only make things worse. He doesn't turn to face the other nation yet, even though he can already feel a tremble starting in his hands.

"Hello, Russia. H-How are you?"

[romanovs]

"Hm..." He stops, as if he is really pondering the question. Maybe he is. You can't know, right? "A bit worried, maybe?" He giggles softly, and then leans forward over Estonia's shoulder. "How are you feeling?" A simple question like that should not sound as threatening as this one does. Russia is waiting for the answer very intently.

[technophiling]

"I'm, uh..." He knows what's coming, suddenly, and his mind races for the quickest way out of it. One of his usual techniques, perhaps. Even without a distraction nearby, he might still be able to get away. "I'm well, but actually about to be late for dinner. My drone mother will throw a fit if I miss out on the cake she made for my birthday."

Giving a weak chuckle, he tries to take a step away, slow, but deliberate. "So, ah, I really ought to be going, sorry..."

[romanovs]

He won't get to take a step away because Russia's hand shoots forward and grabs his arm in what looks like a simple gesture of holding someone back to speak a few parting words, but the grip is too tight - not enough to break or seriously damage anything, but certainly enough to bruise and make an escape impossible.

"I do think that a conversation with friends should be more important than the babble of a brainless puppet, yes?" His tone is as cheerful as always, and stays that way, but the tension is so thick in the air that one can cut though it. "Or do you prefer them over those with a brain?"

[technophiling]

Estonia closes his eyes for a moment, silently cursing the fact that he let himself be cornered like this, before he can reply.

"I'm mostly concerned about making my other housemates wait to eat the cake. I'm sure they wanted some."

[romanovs]

"They will have it without you. I'm sure they wouldn't want it to turn bad." Because Estonia, you will be with Russia and nobody else for a while. A good indication for this is that his grip is not loosening in the slightest.

[technophiling]

Eyes still closed, he tries to take a breath to ease his ever-increasing worry that this is certainly not going to end well. "What do you want, Russia?"

[romanovs]

"I want to talk to you, yes? And we do not want to have silly people overhear us." Aka I will bring you to a place where we can talk where nobody can hear us. And nobody will hear you scream, is what Estonia's mind is perfectly free to add.

[technophiling]

"W-we can talk here, can't we?"

[romanovs]

Russia shifts, only enough for his body to almost touch Estonia. Almost. There is never any actual contact, only the feeling of Russia's presence engulfing the other nation, capturing them. There is no way Estonia could run now. "I think my words were spoken quite clearly, yes?"