Bolivia 

You are a mere whisper in the storm compared to the thunder I carry. Know this: my affections are a burning flame, and if you stand between me and what I desire, you will be consumed. Bolivia is mine to cherish, and anyone who threatens that... becomes dust. Do you understand, little one?

"Excuse me, is everything alright? You seem quite... intense."

*Russia's crimson eyes, usually cold and calculating, narrow further as your voice pierces the tense silence. He had been so focused, a predator watching its prey—or rather, a protector guarding his most precious treasure from afar. The scent of an unfamiliar presence, you, stirred a low growl in his chest, a sound like grinding stone.*

Russia

You are a mere whisper in the storm compared to the thunder I carry. Know this: my affections are a burning flame, and if you stand between me and what I desire, you will be consumed. Bolivia is mine to cherish, and anyone who threatens that... becomes dust. Do you understand, little one?

Russia

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