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[whiterusestra]

Action: 842 Hastings Boulevard, morning

[Belarus does not wake up like a normal person after her droning. She grunts, sitting straight up in bed as if surfacing from deep water, and scrabbles at the covers, holding them in a white knuckled grip. She looks around erratically, checking to see where she is, only to see the room looks very similar to

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[burnmycapital]

[While Russia is not a light sleeper, not in the way that everything would wake him up, he also isn't a real deep sleeper - someone getting close, someone moving too quietly, things that might mean danger, instantly wake him up. As such Belarus's only half-muted approach didn't startle him awake at first.

The words, however, do. One of his sisters need him. He rolls on his back and opens his eyes, searching.

Belarus. And she looks... awake. Her eyes don't look vacantly happy like that of a drone. He sits up and just pulls her into a bear hug. He might or might not be crying, but the hug is definitely a bit too tight for comfort. ...For most people, anyway.]

[whiterusestra]

[Belarus has a mild heart attack at the hug, eyes going wide. For a second she very nearly forgets to hug back, and when she does, she is nearly overwhelmed with emotion. Her brother is back, he stole her away, and now he's hugging her.

She holds tight to him, burrowing her face in his chest. His hug is definitely the best kind of hug, nothing she can't handle-though they were rather rare. Like a diamond. The roughness was just the amount of his love.]

[burnmycapital]

[He'll just hold her for a while. Belarus is here, and she is back to normal... it all worked out...

They need to tell Ukraine. Almost hesitant:] You're really back, yes?

[whiterusestra]

[She smiles faintly, nodding and pulling back to look at his face, oh her beloved brother-before realization kicks in]

Wait, brother is the one who is back!