atalia rlovskaya

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Natalia walked in with a mop and a bucket already. Latvia followed close behind ready to clean up the vomit. Belarus handed him the mop and with a heavy sigh he began to clean it up. "Big bruder...are yous zick? Do yous has da fever?" she asked him pressing her icy hands to his forehead and smiling her devilish smile. She had been slipping thing in his coffee for weeks to make him ill enough that he needed care.

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