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The bar was booming with noise to the point where Russia's insides vibrated. Russia was sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with his best friend, Canada. He'd only befriended the Canadian to spite his father's enemy, America, but now they'd gotten too close to break up this closely-bonded relationship. Canada, however, was absolutely blind to the fact that Russia was his friend because of his hatred towards America, it just didn't occur to him.
Russia looked around the bar, then at Canada, remembering the initial reason he was dragged into such a packed public space.
"Red, what was it you wanted to tell me? Can we get this over with quickly? I really don't want to be here any longer than I have to," Russia whined, adding in Canada's nickname that he'd made up 3 years ago.
"I'm way too sober to tell you," Canada said with a smug smile on his face and a tall glass full of beer in his hand.
Russia sighed looking at the counter because he knew that Canada would take forever to finish his drink, and for every pint that he drank, the more emotionally unstable he would become, meaning the "I love you"s and "please don't leave me"s we're on their way.
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After an estimated of 45 minutes, Canada had finally reached the bottom of his drink and an additional 33 minutes was wasted on 'letting it all settle in'. Russia wasn't religious, but when all 78 minutes had passed, he started thanking god and singing 'hallelujah,' even though he wasn't religious, not in the slightest bit.
"Well, are you ready to tell me now?" Russia said, tilting his head.
"Yeah, but first I think I need the bathroom," Canada slurred, his accent stronger than usual.
Russia groaned in annoyance, "Well then go ahead, you don't have to publicly announce it."
"No, I need to throw up," Canada made it clearer as he felt his world spin just a little faster, and his vision had gotten just a little blurrier.
"You didn't even drink two cups, this is pathetic," Russia said as he got off his bat stool and helped Canada off of his. The white, blue and red country wrapped a helping arm around Canada to stabilize him as they walked to the bathroom.
As soon as the WC door swung shut behind them, Canada rushed to the nearest object that had a bowel-like figure, and that happened to be a urinal.
Russia cringed as he watched his friend get on his knees and kneel over the incredibly dirty-looking urinal.
"Ooh, nasty," Russia whispered under his breath as he made an approached to Canada.
Being the good friend he was, Russia stood behind Canada and helped him with his impressively long (and silky) hair, which he held in a ponytail. As the retching noises came from the intoxicated Canadian, all Russia could think about was how the flipping fuck do you not bring a hair tie to a bar if you know you're going to puke. But then again, you don't have a huge amount of time to tie your hair up before you start to puke... But then again, just do your hair at home? Russia didn't understand people with long hair.
But as this steaming train of thought raced around Russia's head, someone walked into the bathroom and then stood there for a good minute, starting at the man puking in the urinal and his loyal friend. Not a sight you see everyday, huh?
Russia stared back at the man who had just walked in, an embarrassed smile cracking at his lips, "...Hi."
The man looked at Russia with so much confusion that his lips were parted but none of the desired words would come out.
