"Yeah, I got the tiem of my life.  The only itme I've ever had a chick claw at me was that there crazy!" He said oding a fantastic job of fakign a souther accent.

(I think we shoudl skip to ngithtime soon)

((Yup. XD And I got that post. Not right, DAK. XD ))

 "Wow, real mature, Russia.", Rosalie laughed, grinning.

((Fail.)) 

(Sorry 'bout the typo's. >_.'

Okay, how should we start it? DX)

((I'll d it, if you want... If you don't likeit, we don't have to use this post.))

The sun had finally set over the horizon after what seemed like an eternity of waiting for it to do so. The other models had long since left, and Rosalie had been pacing the floor ever since with worry. She hadn't had another glimpse of Russia's arm since he'd wrapped it in the towel, and was becoming increasingly concerned about him. She could've sworn she saw tinges of blue creeping onto his hand. "Time to go.", she sad, when the last ray of sunlight faded away.

Russia had been layign on a nearby couch, arms crossed.  His arm.  He could feel the blood struggle to punp through it, and that numb feeling you got when you had something tight wrapped around it, as the blood tried to get through.  He himself hadn't looked at it since the morning prior, and didn't want to worry Rosalie, but he himself had been....Bothered by this. 

"Time to go," He heard Rosalie's sweet voice say, as he looked over to her.  He stood up, feeling a little whoosy, but didn't let Rosalie lead on.  He went for the door, to leave that place.

"You'll need blood to survive,"  He said, not looking at her.  "I'll take some transfusion's from a hospital, and bring them to you,"  He said.

"I'll worry abotu that later.  I'll be back,"  He said, then stalked off.

(Time skip,o r have any idea's? XD)

((He could get caught by the cops, and Rosalie would have to rescue him? =o She's rich, remember? XD )) 

"I wish he'd at least worry about his own safety before mine...", she breathed, walking back and sitting on the couch that Russia had previously occupied.

It seemes fairly sucessful.  The blood was in an easy-to-get-to room, close to the mourgue, no human's were there.  He smirked.  The pain in his right arm was slightly subdueing.  It made him want to check it, but knew that bringign Rosalie that blood was on top of the list.

"I'll be late.  I have Tsume here to keep you safe until then...Uh..As a quick note, he bites, an loves his belly rubbed. Will follow most commands unless he's pissed.  I'll drop by when I can, I'm no longer at the hospital, and that should be enough to hold you over.

Love Russia.

Tsume barked, annoyed at the petting, and curled into a little ball, snorting.

"There's an underlyign meanign th it,"  He sighed.

"Because,"  The wolf said annoyed, "Not even Russia knows.  Speaking of which, that is his location-the underly meaning-How you could fall in love with that merderous freak is a mystery to me..."  He said, standing up.

"Let's go to a hotel or something.  The wolf caught my scent, and my brother get's pissed when he knows I'm helping Russia"

"Duh.  And when I said in a hotel, I mean check into it.  Incase you haven't noticed, I can't.  And what do you think I mean? 'Russia' as in the place, not just the pretty boy's name.  Yeah, I've seen you before.  Your the annoying stuck up tight-wad, I want to bite.  Unlike Russia, however, I am not going to ignore your littly b!tchy antics, and I'll be a stern body guard, unless you want to drop the 'Oh, I'm alllll that' act."  The wolf snarled, padding to the girl.

(He think she's a jekr, so he won't be nice, unless proven otherwise. ^^')