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Moscow is normal
Riga
Tallinn
Vilnius
Welcome to Moscow's Blog!
You Are Visitor Number: 32
Blog Post Number: 4
Location: The Baltic's house
Mood: Very cheerful ^_^
Listening to: Riga tremble in the background
Reading: Tallinn is reading a book but I do not understand the words
Watching: The atmosphere thicken
Eating: Vilnius's hea- just kidding ^_^
Drinking: Big Brother took all of Mr. Lithuania's vodka
Subject: Big Brother is hiding from Aunt Belarus
Здравствуйте, мои новые друзья! I am going to have much fun today! Aunt Belarus tried to marry Big Brother again, so now we are hiding in the Baltic's house! I am so happy ^_^. I have not seen my little scared friends in such a long time, right Vilnius!
Y-y-yeah, we h-haven't "hung o-out" in a w-while.
And now you get to help me reply to all of my internet friends *creepy smile*
*Starts shaking* Ummmm, y-yeah… *whispers* Tallinn, help me
*Looks up from book* It's your turn to put up with Moscow. I had to last time.
Riga….Please…
W-wah! Hell n-no!
Vilnius, what do you want help with *aura starts rising*
A-a-a-a-a-a-ah….Riga! Don't you have something to tell Moscow! *Pushes the still trembling Riga next to Moscow* *Runs away*
Vilnius! Get b-back h-here!
Why hello there Riga! You have something to tell me, da *smile widens*
*Starts trembling uncontrollably*
*Puts hand on Riga's head* You are shaking so much. You could make a milkshake just by holding ice cream and milk in a cup ^_^
U-u-ummmm I g-guess s-so….
Good, then go make me a milkshake. But use vodka instead of milk. That will not be a problem, da. *aura gets darker*
*Eyes widen in fear* Y-yes! I can do that!
Good *Throws him out the bed room door*. Now where was I….
*Holds book closer to face*
…
Comments:
StorfenglegurStelpa21:
Oh, hallo, Minsk... I, um... I'm glad to see that you're doing well... *shivers* Sorry, Moscow, Auðun was removed from my ownership. I may have slightly gone overboard with the threatening of my brother and his irritating friends, and now Auðun is no more. It's okay, just hang on!
Ответ:
I am sorry to hear about Auðun. He sounded like a good hammer. If you need any help with your brother and his friends, I can help in any way possible ^_^
*Looks up from book* *Mutters to herself* It's best I keep out of this
I have chloroform, if you want to borrow it. It is the best way to subdue enemies without causing them pain, da!
*Starts trembling*
I also have a crowbar. I believe that works the best. *aura rises*
*Slowly starts inching away from Moscow*
Прощайте друг!
TheColdCapita-Moscow:
*shivering a little* o-ok t-t-that was a-as bad as having B-Belarus coming after me... and now im over it. well something good came out of that; i got to see Russia and your room. its nice, also tell your cousin next time he tries to kidnap me i will be ready.
Ответ:
I am terribly sorry for the way my cousin acted. He usually does not kidnap people…usually.
*Whispers to Tallinn* Is it safe to come back yet.
There you are! I was wondering where you went off to! *walks over to Vilnius* *picks him up like a baby* *sets him on her lap* There, now you cannot go anywhere! ^_^
*whimpers and starts shaking*
*Doesn't bother looking up from book* No, it isn't yet
Do not worry clone me, hopefully Cousin will not abduct anymore of my friends.
W-what did Minsk d-do?
Kidnap my clone ^_^
O-oh *sarcastically* is t-that all….
Прощайте друг!
RandomSpazz-chan:
... woah... ... anyways, I do NOT run from a fight! *Takes out my kantana* Tell your bro it's on like Donkey Kong! FEAR MY AWESOMENESS! ... darn it. Prussia's bragging is getting to me. Curse his awesomeness... ... Oh yeah, right... BRING IT ON!
Ответ:
I believe Cousin is still looking for you. Do not let that kantana leave your side. In time we shall see your sword skills
So that's where Minsk is…
From the sounds of it, this may turn into a game of Super Smash Bros
I'd p-place my b-bets on Minsk
Прощайте друг!
Guest:
O-O... OO i like you, you seem fun and crazy like me *creepy smile*
Ответ:
*Crosses fingers and chants* Please don't let there be three Moscows. Please don't let there be three Moscows. PLEASE don't let there be three Moscows.
I see I have made a new friend. Would you like to hang out with me sometime?
Please, Please, PLEASE!
Прощайте друг!
Washington D.C:
To the Niece of the Commie: I knew I should've told Dad to drop a nuke on you when I had a chance! I AM NOT A FAT ASS! I just happen to like food that has a lot of fat in it, you drunk wench! - George W. Jones, aka Washington, District of Columbia
Ответ:
Stay away from my blog before I beat your face in with a crowbar. You are fat. I never get drunk. I hate you with all of my being. Go away.
*Slowly leaves the room*