hiding from Belarus in a location even he doesn't know. He just picked a random place at the airport, not looking at where he was going.

*hums to himself as he weeds his flowerbeds*

just remembered a different incident involving bear-riding!

finally found that ball of wool- it somehow managed to roll into the hall cupboard~

trying to track down a ball of wool he could swear he put on his coffee table.

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(( Sorry for being so absent lately- I have an Anthropology essay due tomorrow, 2000 words contrasting culture's views on witchcraft. ;a; ))

weeding his flowerbeds~

grateful to Finland and Sweden for the meal~ It was very delicious, da!

if he should invite Spain and Sweden to try his stroganoff when he's done making it.