Russia had sat for a while now….ideas where just not coming. *snorts*

…Sorry. Dodgy thoughts…

Then, his eyes widened, and his face was alight with glee! (not the flippin' TV program..)

He skipped off, made a phone call in which it was so secret that even the writer couldn't hear it.

Then he waltzed (with the flowers) back upstairs. The Baltics looked…worried.

The Baltics always look worried.

Then he picked up his mobile phone (imagine trying to pick something down…) and called someone.

Ring ring

Ring ring

Ri-

"Bonjour? Russia I will return those nuclea-"

"Don't worry my friend!"

"…Russia, why are you calling?"

"England said to say he wants to marry you! He's waiting in his room…and to also say if he seems hesitant or resistant it is just his role-playing…"

The phone was hung up.

Russia gets out his laptop, turns it on and switches to a program involving a camera in a certain Englishman's room…

A woman carrying a frying pan walks in, gets a chair, and joins him.

They giggle, for a very long time.


Hahahaha...certainly leaves alot to the imagination, that one. Acknowlegements will come next chapter XD

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