G'day! This story involves the following;
•Swearing
•Country!Reader
•Drunk Russia
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(Y/N) looked up to the starry night. The party with all the countries had run a bit wild, everyone getting a bit tipsy. Germany had told her that she could have a break at the balcony, and of course, (Y/N) took the chance for some alone time.
It was heading a bit over midnight. The cold winter breeze was enough to keep anyone up though, including (Y/N), who was standing at the balcony leaning onto the edge.
She clung to her fluffy jacket and gazed up to the sky, her breath shivering in the slowly falling snow. The stars were one by one covered by clouds, but peeked from behind them every here and there.
(Y/N) was noticeably interrupted in a matter of seconds, when a tall figure waddled out of the balcony door. Visibly drunk and tired, the figure clinged to the door before being able to stand properly.
(Y/N) glared daggers into the tall figure, only to find out it was one of her friends, Russia.
"Rus, the hell are you doing here?" (Y/N) scoffed. She was clearly not happy about Russia's interruption, especially drunk again.
"I'm sorry.." Hic. "I.. I didn't know you were here." And another hic. He seemed very sad for some reason, but let out tired chuckles.
The smell of vodka was unavoidable. (Y/N) let out a sigh. She chuckled a silent "Ah shit" and pet Russia's head. This wasn't the first time Russia has gotten mood swings being drunk and (Y/N) had gotten used to it.
(Y/N)'s touch made the country immediately stand up back straight, towering a good bit over her. (Y/N) pulled her hand back and smiled. "You need to relax, bud."
Russia shook his head as (Y/N) turned back to the sky. "No..." Russia mumbled under his breath and let out a few hiccups. "I'll relax with you."
He leaned over (Y/N)'s head and rest his own on top of hers, wrappings his arms around her shoulders. (Y/N) was blushing deep red, as Russia tempted to trace the outlines of (Y/N)'s flag on her face with his fingers.
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Russia mumbled something in Russian with a thick accent, chuckling drunk again. The two stayed there a good moment before (Y/N) was visibly getting cold and tired. Russia didn't mind it, but felt the shorter country get breezy.
The alcohol wearing off, Russia pulled away and picked (Y/N) up, who seemed half asleep by this point, and carried her bridal style back indoors to his room. Russia, as carefully as he drunkingly could, placed (Y/N) onto his bed and placed her jacket aside.
Russia leaned to a wall. After a while he pulled away and laid on the bed next to shivering (Y/N), wrapping his arms around her. (Y/N) fully asleep, Russia just laid there waiting for sleep to take over him as well.
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(A/N); sorry to hand in such a bad chapter, please have mercy on me.
someone also please buy Russia some painkillers, not because of the alcohol, but the chance of getting rejected the next morning
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