( Text: filtered to || America (Afred F. Jones) )

[Belarus is throwing up in a bucket. No she is not having another radiation episode. She's throwing up because of all that greasy American food she ate. Just wait 'til Belarus gets her hands on a knife, Alfred 8||||]

[Belarus sits in a chair, looking out the window of her room in the apartment that she and America share. She is dressed in a sweater that she stoleborrowed from him and a long blue skirt. Her arms are crossed over her chest and her legs are also crossed. She coughs into a tissue. After a few minutes, she picks up her copy of the Communist ( Read more... )

[We see Belarus in bed. She is deathly sick. Cold sweat drips down her ghostly pale face. She's crying. Her eyes are wide as she wheezes, her chest heaving up and down.... up and down.... up and down...]

Brother... Sister... h-help me... [She sobs. She's stuck on her back, wheezing and weeping. Her teeth are stained red from the blood welling up ( Read more... )

[The Dreamberry turns on and we see a rather pretty girl with platinum blond hair, a neat tiny bow sitting atop her head. Her eyes are ultra violet and stern. She frowns at the Dreamberry.]

Ало? Ці можна мне тут?

[She paused for a bit]Ah. I suppose no one here speaks my language. Either way, what is this thing ( Read more... )