Belarus blinked as her brother ran and cuddled like a little girl. She stood up, ice in hand, and made her way over to Russia. Standing in front of him, she grabbed his knee and tried to pull it down. "...You need ice on that...it will get worse.." she tried to reason. She turned her head and glared at Prussia. "...My brother was hurt, I need to make his injury better..."
-=Axis Powers Hetalia Guild=- PARTY AT RUSSIA'S PLACE!
The place to go for all your Hetalia needs.
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