OPEN for the 'Soviet Union' Members. Unless you want to visit Russia's house? No one wants that!
His boots clapped against the floor tiles as a young Baltic, walked around the mansion, dusting off furnitures around the 'Soviet' mansion/manor. The young Baltic is wering his natural and original piece of clothing, blue military uniform, a deep sigh from Eduard, stretching his back. He would place his hand over his shoulder, as he rotate his arm clockwise, thus masagging it. It has been hours since he was left of cleaning.
"I think I should take a rest?"
Another 'sigh' he released and head towards the kitchen. Once he entered and turn on the lights, he noticed the counter tops were untidy. A little cleaning, wouldn't hurt right? Eduard grabbed a wet cloth and wiped the counter tops, it would be his final cleaning for now. He didn't have any time at all to rest, it was important for him to rest sooner or later until a certain 'boss' arrives from his meetings.
Finally, he's done with all of his works, perhaps, half of his work. He walked towards the cabinets, openned them one by one, looking for foods. He spotted a bottle of water; it was misplaced. Opened and drink it, he then grabbed a bread from a basket as he seated on a dinning chair. Eduard set his bottle on the table and slanted his back on the chair, sigh once again.
"I wonder what Latvia's doing?" He wondered his one and only 'brother' thinking if he would ever be okay doing his own piece of work.