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[wafels]

[Filtered to Netherlands. Only not, because she's drunk. Consider the entire post to be read in a rather slurred tone of voice.]

Ah... broer, I'm sorry, I-- I didn't mean to say you don't give good a'vice. You do. You really do. I like it when you try - it makes you seem sweet, y'know? Ah... I told you I'd be okay, though, and I'm okay! I'm okay

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[motheringnation]

Belgium? Are you alright!

[wafels]

'm juuuuuust fine, Ukraaaaaine!

[motheringnation]

[Oh wait...she knows that type of voice. Have a sigh]

Belgium...how much have you drunk?

[wafels]

All of it!

[motheringnation]

[Oh....dear]

I see.

....where are you?

[wafels]

Near N'rway's bar. I think. It's confusshing!

[motheringnation]

[She bets]

Is someone coming to get you?

[wafels]

Yes! He is!

[motheringnation]

Good. Netherlands will make sure you get home safely.

[wafels]

I know he will! He can be a good broer sometimes.

[motheringnation]

Yes he can be. You should tell him that when he gets there.

[wafels]

I will!