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? New Zealand X Belarus ?

uh, this is really short so enjoy because, I'm a lazy-as-fuck-Author, and I wanted to do this so st f u. 

Belarus is a short top and none of you can stop me

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Zea sighed, getting out from his car looking up at the large house, or should he said mansion? It's been a while since he's been here, he had really forgotten how big the Slavic house was. He almost wanted to awe at it, which is what he was doing, he shook his head smiling to himself softly, walking up across the large driveway, that had little weeds, only potted plants and wonderful greenery. Surprising to say the least since he knew little of the soviet families hobbies and greenery wouldn't be one of them, even with Ukraine he'd just prune and prick off the flower heads and use them for his flower crowns that would eventually turn into dead wilted flowers.

They say we're a lost cause

Just corpses filled with fear and lust

Trade all our love away

Because we never learned to trust

He hummed knocking softly on the door leaning to his side waiting softly. After a while he went to knock again, but the door abruptly opened. making him flinching his hand back, a large figure stood in the middle of the doorway, and which Zea had to look up to face the towering man. "Soviet! So glad to see you-" Zea tried to act at least a little calm with the stoic father of many looking down at him with his piercing gaze. "Do you have a death wish?" He asked keeping  eye contact down at the other. Zealand sheepishly grinned, "isn't coming here is a death wish in itself?" Soviet let a small pause of air come out from his nose, a smile tugging on hes face. "I'm just here to see Bela sir," He said shortly after a shared silence, soviet curtly nodded letting him pass.

We're sugar-coated sweethearts

Swimming through pools of toxic waste

The acid burns our throats but

We've grow accustomed to the taste

"He's up in his room, do you remember where?" Soviet asked roughly, his voice seemed a little raspy like he hadn't talked in a while. Which was very believable, the soviet was a man of few words. But seemed to talk whenever he was here, which made him feel more comfortable around the taller country, even if it was only to see Belarus. Zea nodded, jogging up the large stairs, stopping to look at the past country smiling, "thank you," Zea said with a genuine smile, before calmly strolling up the marble stairs, walking down the hallway bumping into the so-called heir to the large Slavic country, Russia.

We're just too cynical

Cause we're so easy to replace

Regifted thrifted youth

But it was all a waste

 He grunted when chest collided, Aotearoa stumbled back albeit, looking up to see another stoic face, the Kiwi fought the urge to  snicker at how similar look Russia had to his father, "шлюха" The taller said. "Same to you Ruski," the Maori country quipped, Smiling cockily at the other, before pushing past him quickly strolling away from the country, feeling the embarrassment and anger radiate off of him like the radioactivity of the Chernobyl accident.