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[ Muffled, savage shouts? Lots of banging? Yes, America is trapped by the Reavers in the dead of night. He's breathing harshly, and if you care to notice, his breathing have a wet sound to it. ]

So. Good news. Found what I came here for.

[ A rattling sound resounds close to the communicator; it's obviously a pill bottle being shaken. ]

Bad news... well. Yeah.

[ He coughs. A louder bang and shout resounds, which is closely followed by a gunshot. America laughs, full of his usual confidence but somehow hollow. Maybe even a little scared. ]

Somehow, I think it'll be worse if these guys get to me than when Mexico did. I've got five rounds left. Twelve out there. And no way I'm wasting a bullet or a pill on getting outta this the easy way! [ Shouted at the Reavers, but you guys can still get an earful. ]

...All-in-all, pretty good odds in my favor! Be back at Marshall in about an hour.

[ No. He won't. A louder bang, and three successive shots before the audio buzzes out. Ten minutes will go by before he replies to anything. ]

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[ America pauses slightly. I ASSUME THE REST OF THE REAVERS ARE DEAD so he can take this moment to wallow in wtfery. ]

Russia? The hell are you doing here?

[SURE WHY NOT. His smile doesn't change at all as he glances around nonchalantly at all the dead things.]

Learning about how others learn to fend for themselves. But.. ahh.. seems new comrades have been killed off.

[Odd thing to say while smiling.]

No shit.

[ Cough cough COUGHING SOME GODDAMN BLOOD ON YOUR FACE. America just wipes his mouth and stares at Russia. ]

You look really stupid right now.

[GOOD IT JUST JOINS THE REST he doesn't even try to wipe it off.]

You look really scared right now.

Not of you.

[ Technically a lie in the long run, but true enough at the moment. Since the blood had no effect, America will casually spit the rest of his blood on Russia. ]

Always afraid of what he does not understand, da?

[...okay, no. He wipes off the excess, smears it sorta, and pokes the spicket of his pipe into America's chest.]

Why is Amerika out here, anyway?

[ Smacking the pipe away and snorting. ]

More like unnerved by insane killing machines. Bonus if they try to take hunks outta my arm.

[ Rolling one of his shoulders casually. Pills are hidden hurr. ]

None of your commie business! I'd ask you the same, but it's pretty obvious.

Is it.

[Watching him almost curiously before he turns, nudging a Reaver corpse with his pipe.]

More will arrive shortly.

Oh yeah, looking forward to that.

[ He looks more exasperated than terrified at the moment. As much as he just wants to cut and run back to Marshall now that the current Reavers are dead, he doesn't want to leave Russia to lead them there. ]

Are you gonna wait for 'em?

[There's a pause as Russia seems to debate this response, though mostly he's hesitating for the sake of hesitating. He looks down at the dead Reavers, nudges one with his pipe.]

Nyet. Would be.. odd.. if only one was left alive, da? [He crouches down over one, and idly begins examining the dead Reaver's 'armor'.]

Blending in works better than standing out. Though feasting on Amerika's blood would bring much enjoyment to them!

[He smiles up at America as he proceeds to loot the Reaver's corpse.]

Already done the whole "eaten alive" thing. That's the second of my concerns.

[ A hand reaches up to tug his belt up higher. Yeah. YEAH. Nothing serious happened but A TAD TRAUMATIZED AND RIGHTLY PARANOID ABOUT WHAT REAVERS MIGHT DO.

He uses the same hand to wave his hand flippantly. ]

But as you can see, I can handle 'em!

[ And look, he's doing so well to keep his breathing even and not cough. ]

[Russia... looks away, glances back down to the body he's 'looting'. He's a bit unsure how to respond to that. Yes, he's seen what the Reavers do. Or did. And it kind of.. well, hard to disturb the disturbed. The Red Army used to go around raping everyone ever and that was... well. Not as bad. Really, in the stretch of history, Russia's history is fucked up.

Still, his people never killed and wore those young girls as clothing.]

Of course.

[Though replying to what, exactly, he's not sure. His mind's already trying to contort what he's seen. Because he hates being upset, he hates being upset. And these Reavers.. are starting to upset him.

His smile returns, though it's a bit strained. Denial; it's not the Reavers, right now. It's America for making him think these things.]

Never be off guard, da? Surpises, hunt in packs. Like wolves, but taste of blood that never is quenched. Should do better to blend in, da?

[And he'll toss the human skin outfit that the Reaver is wearing at America's face.]

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