[Voice Post]

[sunflowersunday]

Lithuania? Liet?!

[Poor Russia sounds so distressed. You'd be sad for him if you didn't suddenly hear a fucking EXPLOSION GO OFF. He's muttering frantically in Russian, though anyone who knows Russian would probably find most of what he says to be incoherent. The gist of it is "where is he, Liet where are you"]

E-east Germany? Нет, пожалуйста Нет...

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[Voice Comment]

[vermilionxbird]

Russia-san? W-What happened? Did your friend..leave..?

[Voice Comment]

[sunflowersunday]

N-no. Of course not. Because he can't leave, I made sure of that! The Forest Brothers are all but eradicated, he can't... h-he can't leave me!

[Voice Comment]

[vermilionxbird]

Forest Brothers?

...I'll help with looking for your friend.

[Voice Comment]

[sunflowersunday]

Thank you, my friend. Lithuania, h-he has brown hair, slight frame, smells like rye... rye and coal. He must be around here! He promised he wouldn't leave!

[hatebirds]

A-- Wh-What's that sound...?

[sunflowersunday]

Oh, nothing. It's just fire.

[mybff_scabbers]

AH! What was that? Er, excuse me, did you just throw something that exploded?

fffff SO LATE

[sunflowersunday]

Yes. I am sure you are familiar with the Molotov cocktail, yes?