I'd End My Days With You In A Haze Of Bullets

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; background-color: #f7f7f7; padding: 8px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 35px; color: 525252; letter-spacing: -5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; line-height: 24px;]IT WAS LIKE A TIME BOMB[/style] [STYLE=background-color: 525252; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: AFD4E3; padding: 1px;]SET INTO MOTION[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/Axis%20Powers%20Hetalia/America/6.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 60px; border: 5px solid #525252; margin-top: -6px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=color: padding: 16px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 7D9199; background-color: EDEDED; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-toprightborder: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topleftborder: 10px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 130px; width: 300px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;]✔ tag: Russia/Ivan ✔ notes: October 1962. Cuban Missile Crisis. ✗ lyrics: Time Bomb by All Time Low ✗ credits: rayah! of BTN![/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 79A3B5; border-bottom: 1px solid #DEDEDE; text-align: center;]WE KNEW THAT WE WERE DESTINED TO EXPLODE[/style] [STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; background-color: EDEDED; text-align: justify; color: 808080; padding: 7px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;]It was hard to look at Alfred and Ivan's relationship now and even consider that they'd been on good terms with each other in the not so distant past. Alfred could hardly lean back and enjoy the flight. Not when even the most benign of sounds on the plane echoed in his throbbing head in an ominous way. Na. Na. Na. We. Are. Going. To. Die. "Mr. Jones," a voice stirred him from his musings, "your coffee is ready." Alfred smiled and thanked the attendant, who also presented him with a folder. "Your boss wanted me to give that to you." The blond sighed as he took the folder, setting it next to him to go over later in the flight. He already knew the crux of the situation, and that negotiations had to be at least underway by the end of this meeting. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. He would refresh himself on the details closer to when they landed. He instead turned his attention to the window. "Nervous?" Alfred jolted in his seat a little, not expecting the attendant to still be there. He shook his head at once. "Not at all! Where did you get that idea?" The attendant merely pointed at Alfred's foot, which was bouncing up and down anxiously. "Oh, that's just a habit of mine." The attendant chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll do fine at your meeting. What's the worst that could happen?" Alfred stared at the now retreating back of the flight attendant. What was the worst that could happen? Global thermonuclear war. No pressure or anything. Alfred could not only feel his heart racing in his chest, but could hear it hammering in his ears. "I'll be fine. I'm a hero and heroes can handle a crisis with ease!" Alfred spoke out loud to no one in particular. This wasn't just any crisis though. The fate of the world depended on this. If this were a chess game, both players were at a stalemate. One move forward by either player and they would both be in danger. While declaring checkmate on the other player was the optimal goal in chess, it didn't work out so well when you placed yourself in danger in the process. Thus, no moves could be made, and no winners could be declared - that is, unless someone decided to break the rules. That left negotiations to fix the situation...and Alfred would be lying if he said he knew offhand what directions those would take. Especially when he and Ivan could hardly stand being in the same room as the other. No punches were ever thrown, but glares were shot and jabs were made. It seemed as though the nations could not even look each other in the eye without some attempt to one up the other. One upping the other in this scenario, however, was not an option. The next step was nuclear war, and that was one step Alfred never wanted to take. He could only hope that Ivan felt the same way. Their meeting was to be on neutral grounds. Alfred refused to step foot on Ivan's land and Ivan did the same. Once the plane landed, Alfred hailed a taxi. He reached his destination and tipped the driver a bit more than he usually would in his distraction. Alfred finally found himself in the meeting room at long last. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he was the first to arrive - He had every intent to use that as a jab against Russia, a small yet triumphant smile gracing his features. Setting his coffee cup slightly to his side, Alfred took a seat and began looking over the notes Kennedy prepared for him.[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #4E387E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Just try to make it out alive yeah, Alive means your blood is flowing Ivan did not want to go where he was going. He didn’t want to see Alfred, he didn’t want to fly on a plane, and he definitely didn’t want to talk about missiles in Cuba. He just didn’t care about it right now, and would rather cuddle up with his cat than sit through another boring discussion. It was pretty much out of his hands anyway, he never got a say in anything. So, he wasn’t sure how this would be different in that respect. It was just all so boring to him as of late, and he wanted nothing to do with any of it. Sure he was the country, and sure he should probably do something, but he just wanted to lay about and drink honestly. Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea. He grabbed a bottle of vodka from his carry-on luggage and started drinking from it. One of the attendants was giving him looks of disapproval but he glared the man into looking out the window instead. He was in no mood to be judged by a freaking flight attendant of all things. He was a country, not a five year old, and could handle his booze quite well. Hell, if he finished the bottle by the time he got there then he still wouldn’t be drunk. After all, when you drink for centuries you tend to build up a fairly high tolerance to it. You also probably build up a dead liver, but that wasn’t something he had to worry about. He probably should worry at least a bit about thermonuclear war, but he didn’t feel like worrying about it. Sure, it was a huge concern that could probably murder the hell out of both of them. He, personally, would not really miss Alfred all that much and thus was fine if he vanished right at this moment and thus wouldn’t have to talk to him. He actually debated bringing his cat, and just playing with him during the meeting rather than taking it seriously, but apparently that was rude and frowned upon. Thus, he had to leave the fluffy creature at home and was now staring out a window drinking vodka bored out of his mind. Flights were so boring, and nobody ever let him bring things to entertain him. Granted, his form of entertainment was probably prodding at other countries and reading, but he ran out of books, and nobody ever wanted to come on trips with him. There was also the fact that it was supposed to be just him currently for some reason or another. Maybe, it was because he was the main part of the USSR rather than one of the smaller nations that made up said USSR. He sighed and pondered his options on how this meeting would go. He and Alfred would start shouting, then curses would be thrown and nothing would be accomplished was option one. Option two, was that they just sat there and glared at one another in silence the entire time and thus nothing was accomplished there either. Option three, was them having a conversation and pretending to be polite while plotting on backstabbing the other first chance they got. Option four, was clearly some sort of nuclear war which neither of them would probably survive. That wasn’t one he was really looking forward to he had to say. He didn’t want nuclear war per say, he wanted to just nuke America off the map and be done with it to be honest. Option five, was accomplishing something, and that seemed quite unlikely to the older nation. Ivan landed on neutral grounds a bit later than planned because his pilot was an idiot and delayed the flight for no reason. He was sure he was going to catch some sort of insult for that one. He still was technically on time, but not at the time he had planned. He sighed a bit before taking a taxi and making his way to the meeting location. He gave the driver the necessary money and wandered into the building already annoyed. He walked into the room and saw Alfred sitting there going over notes of some sort. He didn’t really give much of a greeting other than shutting the door behind him, and instead went and sat down to wait for something to happen. 727 / Mandee and Alfred /Ivan's just like fuckthisnoise [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; background-color: #f7f7f7; padding: 8px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 35px; color: 525252; letter-spacing: -5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; line-height: 24px;]IT WAS LIKE A TIME BOMB[/style] [STYLE=background-color: 525252; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: AFD4E3; padding: 1px;]SET INTO MOTION[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/Axis%20Powers%20Hetalia/America/6.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 60px; border: 5px solid #525252; margin-top: -6px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=color: padding: 16px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 7D9199; background-color: EDEDED; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-toprightborder: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topleftborder: 10px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 130px; width: 300px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;]✔ tag: Russia/Ivan ✔ notes: October 1962. Cuban Missile Crisis. ✗ lyrics: Time Bomb by All Time Low ✗ credits: rayah! of BTN![/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 79A3B5; border-bottom: 1px solid #DEDEDE; text-align: center;]WE KNEW THAT WE WERE DESTINED TO EXPLODE[/style] [STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; background-color: EDEDED; text-align: justify; color: 808080; padding: 7px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;]As much as Alfred wanted to get this issue done and over with, he was not looking forward to seeing Ivan's face. It was hard even now to focus on the papers in front of him. He knew that any moment, Ivan would come walking through that door, and there was no telling what might happen next. Like Ivan, he considered the many options for how this could unfold. And most weren't anywhere near as clearcut as officials were hoping for. So long as none of them ended in a nuclear war, though, Alfred would consider this meeting to be a success. Alfred glanced up from his paperwork as he heard the door open and close. He chose not to give any sort of reaction at first, as hard as it was. Alfred hated awkward silences, but enjoyed annoying Ivan. He continued to read (though in reality his hectic mind was having a hard time making heads or tails of anything on the sheet in front of him), taking a long, loud sip of his coffee. Finally, he set the coffee mug down and made eye contact with Ivan for the first time. "You're late." He spoke in a nonchalant voice, as if merely commenting on the weather, when in reality even this was a jab at Ivan (and Ivan likely knew it). A small one, but one that Alfred could not resist. The moment he made eye contact with Ivan, Alfred was seized with an urge to take hold of Ivan's scarf and strangle him with it. He only resisted with the knowledge that starting off a meeting trying to prevent nuclear war by strangling his opponent likely would not end with favorable results for either side. The only outer sign of this was a slight twitch in his left eye. Alfred slipped his left hand into his pocket, fingertips brushing against the pistol that resided there. He would never have come to the meeting unarmed. He wouldn't be surprised if Ivan had a weapon of his own, after all, and he wanted to be prepared in case Ivan made any sudden moves. He didn't trust Ivan in the least. Nevertheless, they were there to negotiate, and thus they might as well get some discussions underway. Alfred still had his doubts as to whether any of this would be a success or not (he was leaning toward the latter), but something had to be done to prevent nuclear war. Clearing his throat, Alfred met Ivan in the eye once more. "There's an easy enough solution to this problem - Remove your missiles from Cuba." Alfred did not speak this as a request, but rather as a demand. That wasn't to say that he expected Ivan to obey. That would be the optimal result, but he knew better. Nevertheless, he'd arrived at this meeting with a certain goal in mind, and he wasn't about to leave until he carried it out. He was going to get those damn missiles out of Cuba whether Ivan wanted them out or not. Alfred's gaze remained fixed on Ivan as he waited, watching his every move as his hand rested on the gun in his pocket.[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #4E387E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Just try to make it out alive yeah, Alive means your blood is flowing Ivan could honestly care less how long this took, all he wanted to really do was waste Alfred’s time. Mostly because Americans had this sense that everything needed to be done instantly, and he wanted to deny him that. Why did he want to do that? Well, it was because he rather enjoyed annoying the ever living hell out of his ex. Yes, he just said his ex, they dated for a while back after Alfred’s Civil war and before one of his own. It wasn’t a very long relationship, and it certainly didn’t end on a happy note. Neither of them got along very well, but that also had to do with stances their government took. It just seemed the two of them took it to the extreme at times. This meant they ended up trying to murder one another while rolling around on the floor sometimes, but hey it happens no big deal. It wasn’t as if they could actually murder one another with pipes and shovels and guns. It would take far more than that, though they could cause quite a bit of pain at times. He shut the door behind him, and noted that Alfred looked up at him before stating that he was late. Ivan just raised an eyebrow. ”Did you leave your brain in a different time zone or something? According to the clock behind you I’m right on time.” he responded back as if he was replying about the weather rather than replying to a snide remark. Really, he could have suggested that Alfred never had a brain to begin with, but this worked out better with his remark. Thus, he sat down and watched Alfred slightly, sure they made eye contact, but if Ivan cared he didn’t make any indication of it. Really, he just didn’t care. He was actually kind of imagining Alfred getting his face stepped on by one of Ivan’s boots right about now. That could be amusing, and the creepy smile returned to his face. He was basically always smiling, but it was vaguely creepy in the way he did so. Really, nothing should even seem amiss about such. He did note the slight twitch, but said nothing about it. All he did was smile at the other nation and wait for the discussion of sorts to begin. Then Alfred said something and Ivan raised an eyebrow. ”Tell me, what is it like having your head perpetually up your ass? It sounds uncomfortable.” he commented simply. Yes, he would elaborate in a moment, but he would let that sink in for a moment or two and let Alfred fume about it. Hey, he wanted to annoy the other nation, and Alfred had to know that demanding such things was going to get him nowhere. ”The only reason there are missiles in Cuba to begin with, is because you tried a hostile takeover of them. Remember? Also, there is the fact that you have missiles in both Turkey and Italy.” he pointed out while speaking as if Alfred was some dumb and forgetful child. ”I didn’t start this, you did, it’s your turn to make a move Alfred so choose it wisely.” he said while eyeing the nation across from him slightly. If he really thought trying to bully him like he did the other nations was going to work then he had another thing coming. Ivan, was not an easy country to tell what to do, and hell he had a number of military victories and missiles to back that up. It was Alfred’s turn, not his, and so he would wait and see what the other nation chose to do. 613 / Mandee and Alfred /play nice dammit [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; background-color: #f7f7f7; padding: 8px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 35px; color: 525252; letter-spacing: -5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; line-height: 24px;]IT WAS LIKE A TIME BOMB[/style] [STYLE=background-color: 525252; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: AFD4E3; padding: 1px;]SET INTO MOTION[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/Axis%20Powers%20Hetalia/America/6.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 60px; border: 5px solid #525252; margin-top: -6px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=color: padding: 16px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 7D9199; background-color: EDEDED; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-toprightborder: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topleftborder: 10px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 130px; width: 300px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;]✔ tag: Russia/Ivan ✔ notes: I feel as though this will essentially be the two of them dragging this out as long as possible even though the solution is pretty darn obvious. XD ✗ lyrics: Time Bomb by All Time Low ✗ credits: rayah! of BTN![/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 79A3B5; border-bottom: 1px solid #DEDEDE; text-align: center;]WE KNEW THAT WE WERE DESTINED TO EXPLODE[/style] [STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; background-color: EDEDED; text-align: justify; color: 808080; padding: 7px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;]Alfred arched a brow and gestured to a clock behind Ivan. "Not according to that one." He took a sip of his coffee, electing not to press the issue too much unless Ivan decided to. As petty as their arguments could be sometimes, spending an hour debating over which clock was running on time seemed a little much even for them. Alfred chuckled at Ivan's comment, determined not to show how much it annoyed him. That would only give Ivan fuel, and the last thing he wanted to do was give the commie bastard anything to work with. It was really too bad that this meeting had to end with Alfred and Ivan forming some sort of agreement, because it didn't look like such a thing would happen any time soon - at least not when they were more intent on exchanging petty insults than actually negotiating. "I don't feel like I'm qualified to answer that question. Maybe you should look in a mirror instead?" He regarded Ivan's comment about his missiles in Italy and Turkey with mild surprise as the conversation drifted to the reason they were actually meeting in the first place. He hadn't expected that to come up, especially as he considered the Jupiter missiles as somewhat obsolete compared to newer, better models. Ivan remained silent after this, apparently leaving the ball in Alfred's court. He couldn't say he was expecting that either, and didn't exactly trust Ivan not to disregard the rules of the game. That said, if Ivan was truly willing to negotiate...well, they might actually get somewhere. Alfred knew that he would have to ease into it though. He could not just propose it out of the blue, otherwise Ivan might find an opening and seize it, leading to a more favorable outcome for Ivan. Alfred kept his metaphorical cards close to his chest, determined not to give Ivan that opportunity. "Cuba is located 99 miles away from my coast. You're placing offensive weapons on their soil, a short boat ride from my borders. I feel that I'm well in my rights to request that you remove them, unless you're suggesting that we go to war." He certainly hoped that Ivan was not suggesting that, but he honestly had no idea what to expect with Ivan - and that frightened him far more than he wanted to admit. What if Ivan wasn't willing to negotiate? Nevertheless, Alfred wasn't about to back down. Backing down would mean that Ivan would win. Optimally, neither of them could win this battle. However, if neither were willing to concede something, they both would lose. Alfred ground down on his teeth while he waited for Ivan's response.[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #4E387E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Just try to make it out alive yeah, Alive means your blood is flowing Hearing the statement and seeing the point he turned around and saw that the clocks were two different times. ”I feel like that was probably done on purpose for this exact reason.” he mused with a slight frown. It was as if someone wanted people to argue about being late or on time. Or maybe one clock just ran faster than the other for some unknown reason. Maybe it was a fault in the device, or maybe someone had just set the time wrong despite the fact that there was a clock on the other side of the room from them that could tell them the time. Though it was possible the clock was set outside of the room and then whoever didn’t feel like changing it when they realized it was wrong. There were a number of things that could have happened, but he really should probably not waste so much time thinking about a stupid clock when there was the threat of nuclear war hanging in the room. Ah well, so he was a little distracted today. Long flights did that to a person, and he really would rather not have this meeting to begin with. Why couldn’t their bosses just work it out, why did the countries have to talk it out too? It seemed a little silly considering they were probably just going to talk in circles the entire time. Hearing the chuckle Ivan felt the overwhelming urge to just roll his eyes at the capitalist pig in front of him. Somehow, through some sort of miracle, he managed to refrain to avoid letting Alfred know he was annoyed by his existence. Hearing the statement he gave a slight chuckle. ”I’m fairly certain you’re the most qualified person on the planet really.” he noted with a grin in the other nation’s direction. After all, he was pretty sure it was the truth too. Alfred really did have his head up his ass, and everyone else’s for that matter. It was as if he got off on being in everyone else’s business. He should probably stop that before everyone gets annoyed and ganged up on him. That could be quite funny to watch too, and he pondered on who would be in such a confrontation. It would certainly be interesting if it ever happened. He definitely wanted to watch such a thing happen to the other nation without a doubt. Ivan frowned as Alfred seemed to completely ignore the fact that Ivan had said that Alfred had missiles in both Turkey and Italy. Rolling his eyes he looked at the other nation again. ”And Turkey is a short boat ride from my borders, and thus by your logic I’m well within my right to ask you to remove those missiles as well. Italy is really not all that far either. Maybe you should get your ears checked seeing as you seemed to have not of heard me. You have missiles in TWO countries near my borders. Not one, but two, and not only that you tried to have a takeover of Cuba, I think that since you seem convinced of being able to tell smaller countries what to do that giving them a means of defense against the bully with his head up his ass is quite reasonable.” he retorted with a bit of a glare. It was also a means of retaliation against the missiles in two countries nearby. Alfred had started it, so if anything was going to be done he had to agree to remove the missiles from near Ivan’s borders. 597 / Mandee and Alfred /-flips a table?- [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com