Before I begin this story, let's take a moment to fill in how you got drunk:
It was a hot and sunny day in Narnia , where the World Series meeting took place. You were currently sitting between Russia and England, who both looked pretty calm and sweat-free.You glanced at England, who seemed to be snickering at the others antics.
'Damn England and his fucking magic' you cursed.
Then you glanced at Russia who also seemed amused at the others too.
'I really don't know how the fuck can Russia be so chill while wearing a fucking scarf in the middle of summer!' You thought.
But you on the other hand...well lets just say that your face looked pretty lewd, and your attire was ridiculously revealing.
Your eyes were half lidded, and your tongue was dangling from your mouth, as if you were a dog panting.
As for you attire, you had a black camisole with the words "Got Milf?" Printed across your chest in white. Acquainted with (Fav Color) booty shorts, and topped with (Second Fav Color) sandals,your 'Narnia' tattoo on you shoulder giving off a gleam.
"Narnia would you like something to drink, da?" that oh-so-scary Russian asked . Truth be told you were pretty fuckin' scared of him."Sure?" you questioned well it wasn't a question but so told an answer.
The Vodka-obsessed Russian reached into his man purse and grabbed a bottle of 'water' and gladly handed the liquid to you.
As your hand slowly reached the bottle a thought suddenly climbed into your mind 'what if he poisoned it?!?' your mind screeched.
'YOLO BITCH!'
You quickly snatched the bottled 'water' out of Russia's hands and chugged it down within a second.
Soon you began to feel dizzy, it was like the world was spinning in circles. "Gah!" you choked,"What was in that?!?"
TBC
You guys just keep being you~AoC
((P.S. this is cliff hanger on purpose, to give the reader wonder of what's going to happen next))
