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[The room is in shambles. The lamp is broken on the floor and there are obvious claw marks on all the walls and the door, and the doorknob looks crunched. Only one chair remains in the room, and petite Belarus is sitting on it, enraged that for once the doorknob has defeated her and it has gotten in the way of brother.
This is obviously the fault of her fake husband who had the nerve to return home. Italy, on the other hand, is safely asleep on the bed.
He has also been rolled up in the blankets, tied up in the pillow strips. Belarus holds a lamp shard in her hand.]
Wake up, bastard.
Have many things to talk about, Да?
This is obviously the fault of her fake husband who had the nerve to return home. Italy, on the other hand, is safely asleep on the bed.
He has also been rolled up in the blankets, tied up in the pillow strips. Belarus holds a lamp shard in her hand.]
Wake up, bastard.
Have many things to talk about, Да?