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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.]

Comments

[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]

[notyetlost]

Our super epic battle obviously. Duh.

And you totally should be.

[balzams]

It wasn't that epic...

[notyetlost]

You're just saying that because you lost and have to pay me reparations now.

[balzams]

What? What kind of reparations?

And how did I lose?

[notyetlost]

[Hmm. Good question.]

You can buy me snacks!

[balzams]

I don't have any money, sorry.

[He's not really]

[notyetlost]

Oh my god, you burnt through the money they gave us to start with already? And Liet says I'm irresponsible with my budget. Pshaw.

[Broke or not, you're not getting out of your obligations so easily, Latvia.]

First thing when you get money you're totally buying me snacks!

[balzams]

So I have to buy you snacks because you were picking fights? That doesn't seem fair.

[notyetlost]

You make it sound like I beat you with a sack of rocks. I pelted you with a snowball. It's supposed to be fun!

[balzams]

I didn't ask to be pelted with snowballs though. It's not fun if you don't agree to it.

[notyetlost]

Oh please, don't be such a total baby about it.

[balzams]

I'm not! I just don't think it's fair!

[notyetlost]

Okay you say that now because I totally trounced you and you're a sore loser, but what if you were doing the throwing though.

And then you socked Russia right in the nose all like fwoooosh--BAM!

You can not tell me that would not be hilarious, I mean seriously Latvia I am trying not to pee just thinking about it.