Every day was the same routine. Wake up, drink some vodka, brush the teeth, drink more vodka, head into the snow, flip off the McDonalds fast food joint that reappears every five miles, buy more vodka, and thank God for being able to hold the liquor. At the meeting, Ivan's breath still smelled like alcohol, but no one said anything because they're just happy he's sober, this time.
Of course, as usual, Alfred interrupted the meeting to put in his narcissistic naïve opinions. And, of course, as usual, Arthur said, "bloody git", "wanker", or "don't you f#cking mention that rubber incident AGAIN". Germany scolded him and said he shouldn't cuss, but, of course, ever since Hitler Germany, everyone hated him. Well, except for little Italy. Italy loved everyone, even the aid infested France.
During the whole chaotic meeting, Belarus succeeded in sneaking over to Ivan's chair and groping his shoulders while trying to convince him to marry her or else she'll cut off Toris' balls. Ivan doesn't get to play with Toris' balls, anymore, so he finds that quite doable. He's sure Felix will have a fit about it, but he can suck it. Literally.
And, after the threats, cursing, profanity, blasphemy, chaos, drinking, flipping off, sneaking, groping, and fighting is over with, the "meeting" is done. We can finally leave. Well, those who weren't bothered by a certain narcissistic blond.
"Yo, what the Hell? They allow you to go to these meetings? Seriously? Don't they know I hate you?" America pipes.
"You hate Germany also, da?" Ivan replies.
"I don't really care, anymore. He invented the hamburger. My anger didn't last long. What have you given me?"
"Vodka."
"That disgusting stuff? I can't even drink it!"
"Well, that's your problem, da?"
"Another one of my problems is that you're f#cking annoying. Why do they allow you here?"
"Because I am part of the world."
Alfred rolled his sky blue eyes, "You shouldn't be."
"America, why do you hate me?"
"You're communist."
"I'm not even communist anymore. China still is, da? You don't hate him."
"But he's giving me a lot of stuff. You're not."
"Am I supposed to give you present and beg for our relationship to brighten up?"
America smirked, "Yes. Yes you are."
Russia chuckled cutely, "I doubt you will achieve that goal, America."
He pouted, "You never know!"
Russia walked away and made his way home. He stopped by to grab some vodka, flipped off Ronald McDonald, and headed to the bar. That's all that Ivan remembered from last night.