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 The bigger counrty was bound to have more underlings. Why do his underlings turn out a troublesome lot? What's wrong with him? - So, when did you last see General Winter? - asked Russia. Norway, Finland and Sweden were closely listening after all it was 1999 a World Championship in bandy or Russian hockey and the four nation were meeting at finals. There was only one problem: it were freesing -40C outside. - Well, I guess we squeezed a one or two on Old New Year's eve. - a young man with green eyes and dark blond hair reported happily. That was their host, Arkhangelsk. -And where did he go afterwards? - Norway seemed to loose his temper.

Finally Russia got home and was very close to sneak in, fill the vodka bottle and have a date with the pillow. He was very cautious, trying not to draw attention with his intimidating aura, or how they called it. Don't trouble trouble and you might have a nice and quiet night. Suddenly he was thrown aside by some unexpected force. Something fell on the floor and rolled. Soneone cursed like a sailor Russia thought that his house became quite lively lately. The one that bumped into Ivan was Crimea apparently. He was running while balancing a box of crimean wine and a tasty looking bundle of dried fish. That much wine at this hour looked a bit

Russia was having a long call from Germany not long after Crimea joined the house. It was mostly boring since Germany was going in rounds. Russia concerned himself with saying "niet" from time to time. Niet, things are done. Russia simply couldn't come with reason to end it. So, he suffered. At least he got some information in form of threats.  Da, threats are very informative. Suddenly door flew open and Kalinindrad staggered in. He was slightly drunk and not nessesarily from beer, Ivan didn't need to sniff the air. - Oi, Ivan, what I heard you never guess! - Kaliningrad, I'm having an official call from Germany. - Oi, Germany! how's that

It's 1991, Russia are left alone and Kaliningrad seemed to be in question once again. Once again Russia calls Latvia to the meeting. Once again Latvia refuses to even consider taking responsibility for Kaliningrad. He's madman, all's yours. König laghs his ass off. Russia starts feeling his anger rising, Köning's not helping, he's land is far from the main body, yet he's a happy as a puppy. Finally Russia calles Germany: R: Hey, Ludwig, remember your brother's heart, which is my Kaliningrad? want to get it back, da? At this point König wrenches phones from Ivan and yells to the other side: K: and don't forget money! My awes

Sometimes it was weather, sometimes it was a twist of universe, sometimes it was this guy. Ivan Braginsky was sitting at his table feeling worn out, the WWII was over and he had a lot of work and a lot of trouble. One he decided to solve this one today. He heard quiet steps outside and a shy knock at the door, after the door was suddenly kicked opened and Lithuania was mercilessly pushed into the cabinet by "this guy", Kaliningrad, the heart of Prussia. - Oi, Ivan, called us? - Kaliningrad fell on the chair, winking his violet eyes. Of course they turned from red to violet and would still change, after all he bled all the blood and it was Iv