so in this chapter, there will be a crazy version of belarus, I don't see her like that and I don't think the character should be like that, I'm only doing it for the humour and the parody
'h-hello? is anyone here?' russia, trembling, asks. where's everyone? there was supposed to be a world meeting?
there's blood. he keeps on walking. more blood. limbs. everyone's dead. stabbed.
'big brotherrr~' belarus appears out of nowhere with a manic smile. she's covered in blood. ' :) I killed everyone so now all of ur time and attention will be devoted to meeee'
'n-NOOO! MY-mY FRIENDSS... YOU MONSTEEEEERRR' russia cries and falls to his knees.
but then, bulgaria walks in with a chill smile, without a care in the world. his eyes are reddened. he doesn't even notice the gore and the corpses AND THE FACT THAT BELARUS IS HOLDING A BLOODY KNIFE.
'yo guys I just hotboxed a whole ass yurt the scythian way and I ate yogurt it was ah-MAZING like u can feel every yogurt particle colliding super slowly with ur tongue and then I did a yogurt dance while singing a yogurt song but then I had an idea what if we're characters in a story or something and someone decides what we do and what happens to us by writing the story like we're not us but what someone thinks of us and decides us to be what do u think by the way...'
'hey big brother' belarus speaks to a russia who's now calm, annoyed and who has hands on his ears while bulgaria is rambling 'I know that ur not very keen on that whole murder thing, but do u mind it if I...?' she gestures with her knife towards bulgaria 'u know'
'do it. it's worse than murder when he opens his mouth.'