Lithuania’s point of view
I was walking to open the door and screamed once I saw a figure that was covered in blood and smelled of fear, love, sweat, and hatred then I finally calmed down when I recognized that the figure that had all these mixed scents and was coated with blood was Russia. “Quick Russia. Come in sir” I a dit stepping aside instantly Russia stumbled in and slid down onto the canapé holding his pipe, something about how he was jouer la comédie bothered me usually I would get a “hello Lithuania!” and then Russia would walk in asking us where his vodka is but he remained silent and...
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