America pulled on Russia's left arm as Mexico pulled on his right. Germany was hugging Russia, getting pulled away by Poland, and Finland hand his perverted hands walking up Russia's shirt.
Literally every country was surrounding Russia, fighting to the death.
But, Russia slipped away, grabbed his vodka, and went home. He flopped onto his bed, chugging the alcohol like water. He threw the bottle onto his floor, sighing.
"Hard day?" A voice asked from the doorway. Russia looked over and saw North Korea there.
"Yeah," Russia sighed.
North climbed into bed, snuggling into Russia, "You locked the door?"
Russia wrapped his arm around North, "Yep. You kept the windows locked?"
North hummed a yes, "Fireplace is on."
Russia smiled, turning over and holding North. He kissed his head gently, holding his hand.
Then, a faint scream and something dropped.
"There's supper tonight," North said, getting out of bed. Russia followed him, holding his hand.
They had a delicious American for dinner.
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