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[bulliedingly]

[Liet is sick of letting Poland down over the Russia thing. He just wants to be with the man he loves. So he's marching around the house in his little maid outfit, followed by Poland, looking for Russia before he loses his nerve]

Russia? RUSSIA!? I need to talk to you!

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[himawariedingly]

[Russia is wearing a way too short bright red outfit with a matching red ribbon and is busy cleaning the bathroom, which is extremely bloody where he hasn't cleaned yet. He seems to be in some kind of trance- Nobody should this happy because he can scrub blood of a mirror.]

[liekomgedingly]

[Poland, all serious business for once with his kitty ears and angel wings and teeny tiny skirt, catches sight of Russia, and reaches for Lithuania's hand.]

[Quietly] Liet.

[Nods towards where Russia is, in case Liet hasn't noticed him yet]

[himawariedingly]

[Still cleaning. Do you know how hard it is to get bloodstains out of gaps between tiles? You should make a science out of this. Russia will be the first person to get the nobel prize for his achievements in it.]

[bulliedingly]

[Liet takes Poland's hand and squeezes it tightly with a taut nod, then lets go and steps forward]

Russia?