+ Court Yard +

Ivan lets Arthur get away then stands up rubbing his head then looking at his pipe. "Ow, that did sting. Is that really what i do to people? Dang.." Ivan says, mumbling to himself.

Arthur stands on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. An almost smile quirks at his mouth and he nods.
"Why do you think people run when you bring it out, eh?"

"Hm... I'd only expected Germany to run since i used this... Never mind. Shall we continue, little кролик?" Ivan says, swinging his pipe lazily around him.

(Rabbit? xD Nice)

Arthur wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth, smearing it across the cuff of his oxford. Now he begins to wish that he took karate or kung fu or oragami or something when he was a kid...
He nods his head slowly, his body tensed and ready for whatever came next.

(thank you ^^)
Ivan smiles lazily and reaches in his coat. "Neh~ Have you ever played Russian Roulette?"

Except that.
"You have a gun."
He said the words with all the gusto and strength of a manly-man. He most certainly did not squeak and he certainly didn't look ready to throw up.

(;])

(x])

"Yes, this is my ultimate weapon, da." Ivan says as he pulls out a small evil looking squirt gun.
:3

Arthur blinks, trying to hold back the laughter that's threatening to come out. But under all the injury and stress he's been through he can't help it. In a matter of seconds, he's on the ground clutching his stomach.
"It's a watergun?! And 'ere I thoght you were packing 'eat!"

(xDD scared me for a second)

(^J^)

"Mhmm~" Ivan says, spraying Arthur with some of the water. ^J^

(=///=)

The water sprays him in the face, washing off a bit of the dirt and blood. He shields his arms over his head, trying to keep the water away.
"Oi! Braginski, quit!" he laughs.

(^J^)

"Never~" Ivan yells as he moves closer still spraying him.

Arthur lies on the ground, arms around his head twitching in laughter. Definately not how he expected this day to turn out at all.
"Braginski, quit!"

Ivan stops but keeps the water gun pointed at him. "Aww why should I, you seem to be enjoying yourself~"

"Barmy git," he peeks out of his arms, a smile still plastered to his face. "I'd prefer almost anything to getting wacked with your bleeding pipe again."

Ivan squirts him once more in the face. "Hm, yes i suppose so." Ivan says, then smirks. "But now you're all wet."

"Blech!" Arthur chuckles and wipes at his face with his shirt sleeve (now covered in dirt, blood, and guy-liner).
"Thank you for stating the obvious," he mutters and rises to his feet.

"Ehe~ You should let me help you dry off~ <3" Ivan asks, smilin at Arthur.

"Easy there, tiger, I can dry off by myself, thank you."
Arthur snorts, blinking a few times to get the grunk out of his eyes.

"Aw, and i was so looking forward to it~" Ivan says pouting.

Arthur snorts, "I'll bet you were... Better not let anyone else 'ear you say that; rumours tend to start quite quickly at this school."

"Ehehe~ Rumors are rumors, let them think what they'd like to think, da?" Ivan says walking up and hugging Arthur.

Immediately his back straightens and his eyes get wide. One arm's pinned to his side the other against his own chest.
"Blimey 'cor! Ivan, gerroff me," he snaps, blush rising to his pale cheeks.

Ivan chuckles and just holds Arthur tighter. "Nuh uh." Ivan replies shaking his head.

His eyes snap to the sides, as if to see if anyone was watching.
"Braginski, I swear!" he grumbles, his cheeks almost violet.

"Ehh, does someone need a kiss to make them feel better?" Ivan replied, his tone slightly childish.