One thing has always been clear about Russia and America: They hated each other. It was no surprise; after all, their parents had despised each other, so naturally, their children would hate each other as well.
Russia and America had just gotten ou...
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This is actually true, by the way. When NATO was first established to help prevent the spread of Russian influence, the USSR asked if they could join as well.
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The Eiffel tower is looking a bit different from how I remember it... I'm sure it's just the lighting...
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-*Russia's POV*- (The next day)
At first, all Russia remembered was drinking himself into oblivion.
He woke up with a splitting headache, groaning in pain as he clutched his head. Suddenly he felt someone behind him begin running their hand through his hair, muttering calming words. Slowly, he began to drift back to sleep, allowing himself to be comforted.
Eventually, they stopped and stood up from the bed with a sigh, staring at Russia fondly. He could feel their gaze on him, almost staring at him... lovingly? No... He must've been mistaken.
Russia, disappointed by the lack of physical contact, got up gradually as well, pretending he had just woken up. The other country, who he had now identified as America, quickly turned the other way, pretending he wasn't just starting.
Russia let out a long sigh, causing America to shoot him a puzzled look.
"What happened? I don't remember anything from yesterday..." He muttered, his words barely intelligible due to his accent.
America shook his head sadly. "I don't remember either."
Russia tried to get up from the bed, only to feel a sharp pain in his head and collapse back into the bed, once again curling up and clutching his head.
A look of worry appeared in America's eyes. "I'm going to get some water and Tylenol for you. I hope that makes your hangover better."
Russia grunted, barely able to speak. Although, there was one thing the both of them had forgotten: the wristbands.
As America walked out of a meter's distance, Russia whimpered in pain and America flinched, jumping backwards so they wouldn't get shocked again.
A single tear fell from Russia's face, though he hid it, not wanting to appear weak.
