The maid wakes everyone up, but Soviet hadnt returned and The rest of them are all sat on the sofa, the floor and even the table as Ukraine sits and opens the letter, carefull not to tear it.
Her eyes skim it and a small smile forms.
"He has gone on a mission and leaves me in charge!"
She announces.
The rest of them groan, i just stay silent ,watching.
"Do whatever! Just dont make a mess!"
Ukraine says, giggling slightly as the rest of the rejoice and some run up the stairs and others go else where.
What was happening...?
I stay seated, just watching, the only other left in the room was Russia.
He stands and smiles, holding out his hand to help me stand.
I take it as he pulls me to my feet.
"Guess what"
"Was?"
I ask in German as he walks into the kitchen and i hear something smash.
I walk in a few seconds later to see him half climbing the sides and cuboards,which were attached to the wall with crappy metal nails.
"Russia!! Be carefull!"
I shout at him as he bangs his hand on the top of the cuboards, clearly looking for something.
I watched in caution, ready to catch him if he fell.
A few seconds later, Russia makes a happy noise, like he had achieved something as he drops down, landing in a funny position on his ankles, yet he seemed fine.
He looks to me, laughing quietly at how concerned i had been, and holds up a non labeled bottle, which was filled with a clear, strong smelling substance.
Vodka.
He flicks the cap off, grins at me, then before i could think of stopping him, he took a great big swig of it.
(A swig is another way of saying someone took a big drink of something)
"Russia, that seems to strong-"
He pushes the bottle towards me.
"Just a sip!"
He says, pushing it towards me either way. I take the bottle from him, glancing at him wearily.
"Russ-"
I puts a finger to my mouth to silence me, before gently tapping the top the bottle.
"Come on! We may never have a chance in our lives like this ever again!"
He says, the pressure finally starting to fall on me.
I couldnt just say no, knowing him he would shove it down my throat and force me to drink it, he always liked getting his way...most of the time anyway.
"Just a little sip..."
He continues, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"I could pour it as a shot instead if you want, i will pour a few"
He says, taking the bottle and taking another sip from it, before going to the cuboard and grabbing a few small shot glasses.
This was not a good idea...
He slides a shot across the table towards me.
I take it.
One shot.
He pours another.
Two shots.
Three shots.
Four shots..
Then i refused anymore.
It was stronger than regular Vodka, way stronger.
He takes a few shots, more than i did before, before finishing the bottle. The shots had taken a few minutes to pour, the time had reached the time where we should have been eating lunch, yet no one came into make it as Russia climbs the cuboards again, I feeling to lightheaded to even think about his safety.
My thoughts were blured slightly, as Rus slides, and nearly falls down off the cuboard, with more bottles of Vodka and a few bottles of Tequila.
He puts them on the table i front of me.
He grabs a glass and turns to the sink, i hear him turn it on, but i dont see him as i stand with my eyes shut, taking a seat to try to help the fuzzyness to leave.
What the hell was in that Vodka...?
I hear Russia place a glass down and then he nudges me, sliding the glass into my hand a few seconds later.
"Its water"
He says, as i hear him open one of the alcohols and pour himself another glass.
That was to much, even for him to drink.
I sip at the water as he guzzles more and more of the acohol.
He was definatly drunk by now...
I place the glass down.
Russia walks over to me, grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the stairs.
"What are you doing??"
I ask, the blur finally dying down slightly, helping me think properly.
As i speak, Russia just giggles drunkly, kicking open the door to his room and dragging me inside, shutting the door.
He shoves me to his bed, pushing me down,banging my head on the backboard.
My eyes widen slightly.
What the fuck was he doing!?
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