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[notyetlost]

[After almost a month of school and pretty abusive physical strength training classes, Poland was feeling a little homesick. Especially since he probably wouldn't be spending his favorite holiday at home.

Waking up to his dorm window frosted with snow was the best thing that happened in weeks! Who cares if he suddenly can't manage much more than a spark when it comes to magic, there's snow!]


A. Action - Courtyard

[Poland is bundled up, working on a mound of snow that looks suspiciously like a certain instructor.]

Mmm... [Poland taps his chin in thought, looking over his work.] ...still needs stuff.

Oh! [Grabbing a fallen branch and tying a shoe lace to the end of it so it vaguely resembles a whip, he sticks it into the side of the mound.]

Yes.

B. Action - Courtyard

[The courtyard is kind of pretty when it's covered in a layer of snow, Poland muses. Especially so when he was looking out over it from the tree he climbed up into...

...with a lap full of snow balls, just waiting to be used on the unsuspecting passerby.]

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( action b )

[balzams]

[The snow made things feel a little more like home. Well... maybe that was a lie. Home had a very very particular feeling to Latvia and this certainly wasn't it. Still, it was nice to walk around in the fresh air and hear the snow crunch under his feet, completely oblivious to Poland]

[notyetlost]

[Poland watches as Latvia walks below him, his mouth twitching into a mischievous smile behind his scarf. Latvia seemed a little melancholy crunching around in the snow. A snowball to the back of his head seemed like a great way to bring him out of it.

Poland closes an eye and aims carefully, before launching the snowball.]

[balzams]

[Latvia lets out a shrill shriek as something cold hits the back of his neck and starts seeping down his back. Quickly brushing it off he frantically looks around for the source and his eyes eventually fall on Poland]

What was that for?

[notyetlost]

[Poland bursts out laughing, wobbling on his tree limb.] Oh my god, your face was priceless!

And that noise! [Poland tries to imitate it, but can't seem to get his voice shrill enough.]Aw man, I totally can't do it. Latvia, make the noise again!

[balzams]

[Latvia let out a less than impressed sigh. If he was forced to be away from home it would be nice to be away from home entirely instead of having to stick with the annoying parts]

I'm not doing it again! You shouldn't be picking on people like that anyway.

[notyetlost]

Wow, you like totally need to chill out! [Here have another snowball aimed at you, Latvia.]

[balzams]

[He manages to lurch out of the way just enough that it hits him on the leg]

You're not going to make any friends throwing things at people!

[notyetlost]

Um, wow. Excuse you.
There's like... a buttload of people who'd totally love if I acknowledged them long enough to throw stuff at them.

[Besides, Poland was just trying to get Latvia to have a bit of fun.]

You're just mad because you couldn't hit [Poland gestures to himself] this if you were five centimeters from it.

[balzams]

[Latvia knows it's just a ruse to get him angry but it's one that works. With a huff he gathers up the snow at his feet. The chill stings his hand a little but it's nothing he isn't used to. With as much gusto as he can manage he hurls it towards Poland.

He's not upset, more surprised than anything but there's just something satisfying about proving Poland wrong in petty squabbles. That is, if he can hit him at least]

[notyetlost]

[From an attack standpoint, Poland picking a tree to sit in was a great idea. Defense though? Not so much when Latvia knew exactly where to aim.

With nowhere to move on his tree limb and little time to react, Poland takes Latvia's snowball straight to the chest. The force of it completely knocks the wind out of him and he topples out of the tree.]

Oof!!

[balzams]

[As odd as it is to admit, Latvia actually feels a little guilty for knocking Poland out of the tree. It hadn't hit him that hard, had it? He could make a run for it but then it would be nagging him all day and he didn't really know if he wanted to be too close to Poland if he was in danger of getting an earful. In the end he scuffs his feet awkwardly where he stands]

H-hey, are you okay?

[notyetlost]

[He rolls over in the snow, fortunately there was enough to cushion his landing a bit. It takes Poland a moment to catch his breath, before replying.]

W-what the heck was that for?!

[balzams]

You hit me first!

[It's not Latvia's fault Poland picked a dangerous spot to camp]

[notyetlost]

I didn't hit you with the force of a truck!

[That might be a slight exaggeration. But damn it that really hurt!]

Cheater!

[balzams]

Well-!

[Could he really hit that hard? Even though he threw it as hard as he could Latvia was well aware that his physical strength was lacking]

Don't sit in trees then! I couldn't have hit you that badly...

[notyetlost]

[Poland unzips his coat and pulls up his sweater to show Latvia the snowball sized welt forming.]

Really?

[Poland's just gonna quickly bundle up again, because it is actually pretty cold out here before digging around his pockets for his rosary.]

[balzams]

[Latvia's eyes widen a little at the sight of the mark. He didn't know you could even cause something like that with a snowball, let alone through several layers]

S-sorry, I didn't think it would be that bad...

[Poland deserved a lot of things but even Latvia had to admit that might have been a bit much. It's not like he intended to be that forceful though]

[notyetlost]

Ah ha! Got it. [Poland pulls his rosary out of his pocket and holds it up.]

Oh yeah you're totally gonna be sorry, prepare to be like, smitted... no wait. Smitten! And junk!

[balzams]

I don't want to be smitten with you though!

[This is cruel and unusual punishment Poland]

[notyetlost]

Ew no! Not with me! By me!

...Although I couldn't blame you if you were smitten with me, I mean I am me after all but-- [No wait stop distracting Poland, Latvia.]

Feel my wrath! [Latvia's pant let might be smoking a little bit once Poland gets done stumbling through some magical sounding syllables.]

[balzams]

[All Latvia does is stand there looking dumbfounded. He has no idea what Poland's trying to do and slowly becomes aware of the growing warmth in his trousers.

Wait...

Oh God! He shoots his gaze down to find that to his relief it's just the cloth beginning to smolder.

Wait, no, that's bad too. Slightly panicked he quickly beats out what little embers there are]

I said I was sorry! I didn't mean to hit you that hard, I didn't even know that I could!

[notyetlost]

Liar, liar pants on fire!

[Keeping the tiny embers going is more difficult than it usually is for him though.]

[balzams]

I didn't! When have I ever shown that level of physical power?

[Just as he finishes the sentence he loses balance and falls onto his rear, still patting out Poland's magic]

[notyetlost]

Ha!

[Poland's embers fizzle out soon after, keeping it going was getting to be too much work.]

I win!

[balzams]

Win what? I said I was sorry...

[Latvia struggles to his feet, brushing the snow off his clothes]