Drunken Kiss (rusame)

5 · Texts from.. Dad?

Russia's POV

"..I was just admiring his biceps, sir." America shamelessly lied to UN without a second thought, causing me to freeze up and almost choke on air.

"..I- I see." UN gulped, the tension in the room thickening. I could feel my cheeks heating up with embarrassment . "Did you two finish scraping the desks?"

"Ah- erm, no?" America admitted with a nervous chuckle, thankfully loosening his grasp on my arm.

UN didn't say another word to us and just placed our phones on the desk on his way out. Shit.

As soon as UN left the room America let go of my arm, not even muttering a small apology. I watched as he hastily grabbed his phone and rush out of the classroom.

I angrily sighed and placed the ice scraper I was holding onto a nearby desk. I walked straight to my car and began the long drive home.

I really needed a bottle of vodka right now..

One car ride later..

I stormed into the house, slamming the door behind me.

"Who hurt your ego this time?" Ukraine called from couch.

"Shut it." I growled, glaring at her as I threw my backpack up the stairs and into my open room. She rolled her eyes at me and went back to her phone. Really wasn't in the mood for her fuckery today..

I sighed, I was really fucking stressed right now. Nothing was helping.. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed my prized possession, vodka! The perfect combination of alcohol and mind numbing.

Just what I needed.

I took a big gulp of it and went upstairs to Belarus' room. She was one of the only sane ones in this house, and acted like my therapist kind of.

"Oh, hi Russ!" She greeted cheerfully as I walked in. She was sitting on a fluffy chair by her window, bundled up in a scarf and blankets.

"Cold?" I chuckled, taking a seat on her bed.

"Like always." She gave me a weak smile, her attention now focused on the bottle of vodka in my hands. "You stressed?"

"When am I not?" I joked, taking another drink from the bottle.

"Well, what happened?" Belarus asked like she always does. We had kind of developed a system for when she'd give me advice since it happened so often.
 
"..Long story short," I began. "I got in a fight with America earlier, we both got detention- which was why I came home late by the way-, he questioned my bandages and then he lied to UN so now UN might think me and him are.. L-lovers?"

Belarus blinked.

"Yeah.." I chuckled nervously.

"You shouldn't just waste the day away by drinking though.." Belarus started, a concerned look in her eyes. "You've been doing that an awful lot recently.."

I stayed silent, knowing very well I'd continue drinking whether she told me to stop or not. Was I an asshole for that? Probably.

"Ukraine and Kazakhstan are going to a party, maybe you should go with, take your mind off things!" Belarus suggested. I vaguely remembered hearing about a party Japan was holding being talked about throughout the day. It sounded fantastic and all, except one tiny problem..

"Definitely not." I said, crossing my arms.

"Oh- why? It'd probably be fun!" Belarus insisted. I

"It's a party hosted by Japan, right?" I asked.

"Yeah..?" Belarus confirmed.

"America would definitely be there then, and frankly even thinking about him is making me sick.." I said, every word laced with disgust. He was the tiny problem with practically every single party.