Not-So-Simple Greetings. [Open/Anyone]

[Katyusha Braginskaya]

Ukraine rested her arms in the small of her back, standing patiently at the door to her room. To each and every visitor she greeted with a soft "He-lo!" hoping the majority would understand her English even if most of the visitors would usually be Italian walking through. Mostly however, she was watching for the rest of the nations through her blond lashes. Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled broadly to a small toddler passing by.

Even though the doors had been opened for a few days already, she still didn't feel comfortable showing off her booth to anyone else. It seemed sort of personal and raw to her, especially when across the way she could see the other rooms drawing attention with fancy things and more modern items. She kicked the toe of her boot on the ground, trying to relieve the pinch on her feet.

Katyusha continued smiling, turning herself to greet the new rush of people stepping off the elevator on her right. Somewhere up the floors she hoped Russia would be proud of her for taking all these people head on without crying. At least, well, until the other nations started to get bored of their rooms and move around.

Violet Hill - Coldplay

[Raivis Galante]

Latvia wandered down the hall, keeping his head down and his hands folded in front of him. He had gotten really lonely in his own booth, and there were so many people asking him questions about the displays he just had to get out of there for a while. It was just a bit too stressful.

He looked up from the floor for a moment, looked back down, then looked back up suddenly. Ukraine’s booth was just over there. Ukraine was nice enough. Weird, but nice. Certainly nicer than Belarus and Russia. So, Raivis decided to go visit her for a while. It was better than sitting alone at his own booth, answer the same question over and over again.

He walked swiftly toward the door, feeling very relieved that Ukraine was standing near the door. That way, Latvia didn’t need to look around for her. He hated walking through the crowds. It made him feel trapped, and he really hated that feeling. It kind of freaked him out.

Latvia waited until the rush of people had gotten through the door, because he really didn’t want to get into that mess, and walked up to Ukraine. He looked up for a split second, then his gaze went right back to the floor. “Um, h-hi Katyusha,” he said nervously. “Y-you’re not too busy, a-a-are you?”

[Katyusha Braginskaya]

She had holding her breath ever time the hall way crowded, the elevator's timing irregular enough there was breaks in between for her to help usher around the people. Hopefully it would start to slow once the first few months came by, the ill time for Italian tourist visits to keep the place a bit more dead. Katyusha ran a hand absently across her blouse, button checking again. She almost missed the shorter nation, her gaze held higher.

"Raivees!" Ukraine chimed, jumping the slightest in surprise as he took her off guard. The blond glanced around, checking the crowd for the rest of the Baltic faces. The older girl noticed he was alone, but she smiled kindly regardless, bending over slightly to speak with him clearly over the crowds. Somewhere, she could faintly hear America's joyous screaming. "No, eet's okay over here. People leave just as much as they come een. What about you, Latvia?"

Somewhat strategic, Ukraine kept them hovering around the door to her booth. Raivis was nice and she did enjoy his company when he actually did have the courage to speak, but she still wasn't sure about the whole sharing her room thing. Katyusha knew though that the poor boy didn't have a mean bone in his body however so she reached out, grabbing one of his hands gently. "Why don't you come een? You look teered, Raivees. My brother hasn't been mean to you, has 'ee?"

[Raivis Galante]

Latvia shook his head slowly a few times. “N-no,” he said quietly, barely audible over the roar of voices. “I-I haven’t seen him, a-actually.” He didn’t mind that Ukraine was holding his hand. In fact he kind of liked it. There was just something about holding someone’s hand that he kind of liked. He looked up from the ground, his eyes meeting with Ukraine’s.

“P-people keep a-asking me questions,” he explained. “I-it’s hard to answer them. A-a-and it’s the same question over and over again.” He blinked a few times. Why was he saying all of this? These would be the kinds of things he’d bring up with his brothers, or just keep them bottled up. Usually the latter.

He shoved this thought aside and shifted slightly on his feet, as if he was uncomfortable. He lowered his eyes back down to the floor and put the hand Katyusha was not holding behind his back. The shaking got a bit worse, as was to be expected. He wasn’t so much uncomfortable as he didn’t know what to do or say at this point.

[Katyusha Braginskaya]

Katyusha listened carefully, not even bothering to greet the people floating by her. Most probably assumed she was consoling a lost child or someone of that sort. "Well, that is good at least. People are cureeous about your country. Most lekely to just talk to such a good mannered boy, reeght?"

Tugging his hand softly to draw his attention, she pulled the trembling nation into her room and lead him over to one of the far side tables. There wasn't that many people in the room, the highest density hovering around the food rather than the information on the far wall. Latvia seemed in far too much distress to be judgmental of her set up, anyways. Still holding his hand over the top of he table, Ukraine ran her thumb over his knuckles comfortingly. "You are the best eenformed about Latvia, you should feel honored to be answereng them. Maybe Ee can help you create a new poster so they won't have to ask you, eef eet stresses you so much, Raivees."

The older nation continued smiling softly, her other hand resting on the table.

[Raivis Galante]

Latvia looked up and blinked a few times. “Y-you’d really help me?” he asked. He was surprised, really. He hadn’t expected Ukraine to say that. Not at all. That, and he hadn’t thought of the idea of making a poster. He felt a bit stupid for not thinking of that sooner. It would’ve saved him so much trouble.

“But I-if you’re too busy, I-I can just make it myself,” he said, his gaze once again returning to the floor. It didn’t matter to him either way. Although, it would be difficult to find a place to make the poster if he had to do it himself. If he made it in his own booth people would ask him questions again. He quickly solved this problem. The closet.

Raivis was starting to calm down a bit at this point. His shaking had died down slightly, but was certainly not gone. It was never gone. He stared at the floor for about a second, and then looked up again. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he didn’t want Ukraine to think he was scared or nervous.

[Katyusha Braginskaya]

Ukraine shifted, carefully watching of how she leaned on the table as she folded her legs beneath it. "Ee would love to help you, eet es no issue. They left all of the supplies for us to work as we needed. And, all the people here are just eenterested een all my food anyways," Katyusha joked, deciding she liked her arrangement before better as she crossed her legs again the other way, finally letting go of his hand in favor of crossing her arms and pulling them against her chest as a few male visitors strolled past. "I would be better offer helpeeng you reeght now."

The male pair obviously looked as if they wanted to say something to her, her name tag straining to stay attached to her shirt amungst other things but she ignored them in favor of Latvia. "Was there anytheeng else you needed to do too? From what Ee heard, your room ees very eenformational."

She noticed the smaller nation seemed a lot more at peace now, so giving him a brief moment of his own breathing space she turned to the visitors and gave them a soft 'He-lo and we-come' before directing them to what was what. Ukraine had her speeches memorized too, so after one long winded sentence, she was right back into the conversation with Raivis. "Eet's almost lunch anyways, the people will all go other places to eat and eet'll thin a bit."

[Raivis Galante]

Latvia paused for a bit, thinking over everything. There wasn’t much to think about, but he found a way to think hard about it anyway. Finally, he shook his head slowly a few times. “N-no, I-I think that’s it,” he said quietly. Then under his breath he added, “Th-they just keep a-asking questions. I-I don’t like it…”

When Ukraine had turned to talk to the two visitors, Latvia’s shoulders slumped down. He breathed a heavy sigh before almost immediately tensing up again. He took this moment not to calm down a bit more, but to think of ideas for this poster. So many people were asking him the national animal, flower, and all that, so he had to put that on there, but he had no idea what to make it look like. Raivis was always bad at decorating.

What Ukraine had said about the crowd thinning made Raivis calm down a bit more. When the crowd would thin out, there would be less strangers around. More importantly, less people to ask him questions. That was all he wanted right now, was for people to leave him alone for a while.

_{(I'm sosososo sorry that this took forever! And it fails; I'm really sorry for that too. Gah, my brain is just not working. I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry. orz)}

[Katyusha Braginskaya]

Katyusha frowned, almost pitying him. Always going from terrified to content, she wondered how he ever made it through life. In the few moments she'd turned her gaze elsewhere, Latvia seemed to clam right back up on her. Standing up, she pushed in her chair then extended her hand out to him again, smiling brightly. "We can go do eet now upsairs, meebe we can get to the food before Mr. Amerika makes it up there too. There should be pleenty of poster stuff up there."

While she felt like she was perpetually coaxing the younger to do things, she rather didn't mind either. She was heavily maternal anyways - babying others was sort of her thing when they weren't babying her in turn. Maybe she should tell her brother to take more care with him, she decided, sighing through her nose sadly.

_{Ooc: adfdfsdfsdfs. It's totally all right. No one ever expects roleplaying to be that constant, and doesn't fail at all because I could respond to it!-pets-}

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