Seychelles sat up groggily, her head fuzzy and light. Where was she, what was she doing. She grumbled to herself that all she remembered was the smell of vodka and a dark, disturbing presence. Suddenly, she noticed the soft cushion beneath her, signaling that she was lying on someone's bed. And not her own.
She groaned as she was filled with the fear and regret that she probably got drunk and was raped by the perverted France. "Bisexual bastard," Seychelles muttered as she sat up and was instantly relieved that she still had all her clothes on. Then she remembered. She was here to confess to….and now she was blushing furiously as she vaguely remembered the events before.
"I don't want any vodka."
Seychelles was standing inside Russia's house, surprised she was even there, and crossing her arms over her chest from the coldness that seemed to surround him. She wanted to tell Russia, but she wasn't sure how he'd react. He'd probably just whack her over the head with his faucet pipe or worse…she didn't want to think about it. She shook her head. She had to do it.
Seychelles had hung out with Ivan before, but this was the first that she'd come to his house. It was large and roomy and made her feel uncomfortably small. She came there to talk about something, but before she knew it, he was chugging down bottle after bottle of vodka that he seemed to get out of nowhere, and kept asking her for some. That's a Russian for ya,she thought.
"You know what, I just remembered that I have to go home and feed….um…Sealand. Yeah, he didn't have dinner and he's probably starving so I should probably go…"She chickened out. She couldn't say it. And she had prepared what she was going to do over the past week. God, she sucked. But the Russian wouldn't give up.
"Have a drink, da?" he said as he forced a bottle down her lips and she gagged as the alcohol was forced down her throat, and her mind became fuzzy. Russia smiled, his light purple eyes neutral as he made her down another one. "Gee, I love vodka," she smiled. Seychelles didn't drink much, and the alcohol was already taking full effect. She giggled as she spewed random facts and stated things like, "Did you know that Austria can fly?" and "Prussia will be the end of World War III." She threw up and balanced herself against a wall, while continually heaving. "God, this sucks. But I sure love vodka. Not as much as I love you though."
"Ever since we started that embassy, I had a crush on you. You were always that creepy country, well not as creepy as Sweden, but still. But you're cute with those purple eyes and your hair and scarf and….damn it, I luuuuurv you." And she collapsed onto the floor, the world going black.
Seychelles blushed as she groaned remembering her announce her undying love for Russia. She flinched as she realized that she was still in his house and that she had slept there overnight. As she pulled herself off the bed, she was greeted with a kiss on the cheek and a goodbye from Russia. God, this sucks, she thought, though secretly thanking the gods.
"Merci Dieu."