"Are you really sure you don't want to come...?" Raivis asked slightly concerned, popping into the room.
"Jah..." I answered for the n-th time, now a bit annoyed. "My headache is killing me and I have plenty of paperwork to do..."
"BUUUT IT'S CHRIIIISTMAAAS! And there will be everyone! Come on! You are aware that Tino will go on complaining forever, aren't you? It's ages since you last came to his Christmas parties..."
"I'm sorry, but I really can't come this time either..." I then put a hand on my forehead "I even think I've got a fever..."
"Ok, ok, just brace yourself because I smell a huge rant tomorrow morning." Toris murmured sighing.
"...And no presents from Santa." added the Latvian.
"Listen, just leave, ok...? I'm not feeling good and I don't want you to arrive late at the party..."
"Fine... We're leaving, call us if you need anything. See you tomorrow, Ed!" the Lithuanian murmured before hurrying with Raivis outside.

"... Finally alone." I muttered sighing to myself. No headaches, no paperwork to do and, obviously, no fever. Then why, you may ask yourselves, should I lie to avoid going to my best friend's party...?

First, being a solitary person, I don't feel comfortable in going to parties. I'm not a party animal, I don't like to dance, I don't like loud music, I don't have anyone to pass the time with, if not by making out (like everybody else does), just by talking or joking, since the ones I'm closest with are all busy with somebody else. Raivis and Peter, Toris and Feliks, Emil and his friend from Hong Kong, Yekaterina with Natalya and Ivan, and, obviously, Tino and Berwald.
Secondly, I don't really want to be the one made a fool of. I had horrible experiences in the past parties with Mathias' and Alfred's drunk-bets, or with the silly jokes played on me by Gilbert.
And last, but not least, the jealousy: Do I /really/ need to see that /he/'s all happy with /him/, their pets, their (...Jesus Christ!) sons...?
It was obvious that when Tino chose to follow Berwald and accepted to be "his wife" (...bleah.), he made a choice between him and me. Between his always faithful best friend and the strong silent (and I admit it) attractive man, between the independent, reckless and fierce viking he used to be and a loving, cuddly, motherly figure. We started seeing each other less and less, with him giving all priorities to his partner and me not recognising my bro anymore.
Does love change people that much...?

That's what I was thinking when I headed to the cupboard to take some bottles of alcoholics. I chugged a beer in a few sips to erase that awful, bitter taste that I had in my mouth. I sat to the desk and stared at the white monitor in the darkness.

"What now...?" I thought.

There was nothing to do... or well, I didn't feel like doing nothing, but KURAT, I wanted to have fun. Way more than everyone could possibly have at the party.

I attacked the bottle of Vodka and I felt slightly better. My head started twisting but alcohol cleared my mind. In a second, I knew what to do. My hands ran on the keyboard as a twisted smile curved my lips. No, I wasn't browsing for porn if it was what you were thinking about, (well, in a way, but let's proceed with order).

I made up my mind.
I needed a new best friend. I really had to replace my actual one with someone who really needed me. On the interwebs I was sure I would have found PLENTY of people eagering to be my friends, I would have met them and gone out with them, maybe showing them off in front of Tino to make him see what he had lost.

My evil revenge!

I let out a creepy laugh, rubbing my hands.

"Where to search...?" I then asked myself.

...Well, here lied the fault of my plan: My brain sent out a memory of one of the other nations (I couldn't remember who) talking about this website and the weird encounters they made in it.

I chugged on my bottle of vodka and emptied it. I looked at the label:

"Finlandia vodka"

A twisted grin appeared on my lips.

"...Käi perse."

I threw it against the wall, breaking it into pieces.
Then I looked again at the monitor and I typed in the website's URL.

Chatroulette.