towerofanimus | Intropost. He hasn't been here ten seconds and he's already hurt himself.

Characters: Belarus and anyone.
Setting: Second floor dormitories.
Format:Either is fine, I'll match you.
Summary:Belarus shows up and is very unamused.
Warnings:Blood, cursing, and knives. Just Belboy bein' Belboy basically.

[Anyone on the second floor dormitories would notice something mildly worrying should they pass anywhere between room 2-04 and the bathroom. Within the room itself there's some mild blood spatter on the walls, and then a trail of blood droplets leading out the door. The trail continues to the bathroom, where an ashen blond nation is currently standing in front of a sink, muttering curses under his breath. There's a bloody knife in the sink itself, and the man is pressing copious amounts of toilet paper to a short deep cut on his neck.

The series of events that Belarus had encountered upon awaking was confusing, unbelievable, but most importantly annoying. Some nonsense about worlds being destroyed, but more importantly he had been kidnapped, stripped, and redressed, and somebody thought it was a bright idea to put a collar of all things on him. That shit was not gonna fly, and whoever these kidnappers were, they must be really stupid because they gave him a box full of sharp things.

His first order of business was to try and cut the collar off. His second order of business was to quickly tend to his neck wound received whilst attempting to remove the collar. Stupid arteries. Getting in the way of hacking at somehow extremely resilient plastic.]

Intropost. He hasn't been here ten seconds and he's already hurt himself.

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