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[willshootyou]

[There's a sudden CLATTER of noise as two gloved fists hit to the top of a wide wooden desk the militant blond nation stands before-- a stack of empty forms before him as his eyes narrowed to the empty hall that the double doors of the study opened up to belonging to Headquarters.

Curling a gloved hand before his mouth he mumbles.]

This will not

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[notrussias]

[Kind of startled by that loud announcement, but makes a mental note to make some extra cakes and sakotis this year.]

[willshootyou]

[You best tell him that Baltic, if anything is out of order B| . . .

[notrussias]

[Already heading in the direction of where he'd heard the noise~ And so he arrives at the study.]

[willshootyou]

[Glances up while writing something.]

Ah- Baltic- did you have something to contribute?

[notrussias]

[Looks a little nervous at the bluntness, but this is Switzerland after all.]

A-Ah...

Help. Um, I can help with... whatever, really...

Um! Cake? I was planning on making some šakotis and other things... if you want them.

[willshootyou]

Cake...? Hn well I suppose as long as you can make enough for everyone, it will do.

[Scratches along the paper with pen.]

Is that all or is there anything else you wish to supply? [STARE.]

[notrussias]

I... guess I could help with the cleaning afterwards.

[willshootyou]

Even better, your little friend will need it with the damn ponies they're fixated on bringing.

[notrussias]

...

He's...?

Oh God. Not this again.

[Remembers quite clearly the last time Poland had brought ponies into his house.]