2p America🇺🇸:
"Let me go падонак"* you yelled loudly, sighing when you got no response. "Вялікая сястра Беларусь будзе злавацца, што я спазняюся на сустрэчу..." You muttered in your sisters language. She had been teaching you Belarusian recently and you excelled at it. "What did you say doll~" the familiar voice of your kidnapper voiced. "I said that big sister Belarus is going to be angry that I'm late for the meeting." You answered unemotionally. "What language was that?" He asked as you tried to spot him in the dark room. "Belarusian" you answered smirking. "Belarusian...?" He was silent for a minute and when he spoke up again his voice trembled "oh....oh shit...." He cursed as you giggled. "Finally you got it I mean I DID say BIG SISTER Belarus." You laughed. Oh man I'm so dead right now. Wait which Belarus is your sister?" He asked confusing you greatly." What do you mean which Belarus? There is only one Belarus right? Wait.... Are you a 2p?!" You screeched "...fuck. I-i need to go I'll be back...." You heard footsteps quickly walk away and a door slam shut. Now that you thought about it when you saw him he did seem familiar...that cowlick......! 2p America?! That's....Allen right? Святое дзярмо* I thought 2ps didn't actually exist?! Well then
