It had all started with a drinking game, and Feliks couldn't resist challenging the Prussian as to who could drink more vodka.
His smirk only grew at how delirious the Prussian looked, for now not caring how much Feliks, himself, swayed or the way his hair was tousled or the level of pink his cheeks had gotten.
It didn't take much more more rounds of vodka for the swaying to grow much more prominent or for both men to feel the desire to simply lay their heads that suddenly felt far too woozy down on the bar and rest.
Feliks just happened to be the first to do so which made the Prussian laugh in victory for just a moment before he passed out as well.
The next thing that the Pole knew was that he was waking up somewhere far colder than the bar.
He started shifting in this much colder environment and calling out for someone's attention.
The appearance of Toris was much appreciated though the look he gave the Polish man that was fighting off a head ache and failing was not really appreciated.
"T-Toris, can I have a blanket?" Feliks shivered; his nude body not appreciating the cold of the refrigerator at all.
"How did you get declared dead?" Toris sighed; the fact that nations didn't simply die the way that humans did was irrelevant, so it seemed.
"I got declared dead?" Feliks stared at his friend in disbelief, "Well, I was totally winning a drinking competition with Prussia. I can drink him under the floor." Feliks grinned widely.
Toris stared at him, "You should know better." though he still reached out and helped the Pole to his feet.
He sighed as he stared at his blond friend, "I'll go get someone's attention, so that you can get out of here." He shifted out of his coat to let the Pole borrow it for now.
Feliks smiled at him, "That will be totally appreciated, Liet!" He beamed up at him as he shifted the coat across his torso as he felt more shivers come on.
Toris rolled his eyes at his friend but did in fact leave to alert others about the alarming miscalculation; sometimes his friend was impossible.
"Thanks, Liet. I have to go rub my victory in his face. 'Bye!" Poland grinned at his friend as he gave him a brief hug before running off only to discover that he'd lost the drinking competition and to drink more.
Sadly, though the Bad Touch Trio may have not been sure of how to take care of someone who'd drunk so much after all.
Feliks though was content to go home to a warm, fluffy bed rather than to be pronounced dead after drinking.
