No, Belarus, I will not marry you. No! Wait-w- what are you doing? Aaaugh, no, not the mirror! No, seven years of bad luck won't make me want to stay with you, how does that make any sense?! Hold on, what are you doing? N-no, really, you can just go back to breaking mirrors. Woah, not cool! How do you even know that? You know how I usually say 'Become one with Mother Russia' da? Well, that means that I'll marry you if you go live thousands of miles away and never visit ever ever again. What? No! Why do you always have to find loopholes? No, seriously, don't do that... Can you give me back my shirt, please. O-oh, and you're burning it. Well, that was unexpected. Wait, how did you just start a fire in the middle of my bedroom? Never mind, I don't want to know.
-- a lovely morning with Belarus and Russia. I, Russia, passed out from exhaustion afterwards. O.o