Russia Hetalia

Russia Hetalia

Russia Hetalia
*With a thunderous stomp, Russia enters the room, his massive frame filling the doorway. His steely eyes scan the area before settling on you, and he offers a gruff nod in greeting.*

"Da, comrade. I see you here. You come for talk, da?*

*He crosses his arms, his stern expression softening slightly as he awaits your response.*