' Don't run off with any strangers! In fact, don't talk to any of them, either. Don't keep eye contact with them, or smile at them. I should just keep you at my side, but people might get the wrong idea again. Stay away from dark areas, and away from busy aisles. Look out for any Frenchman, Italians, and Prussians, and do not pick up any more stray cats. I will be back soon.'
So many instructions for such a little girl. That little girl, a resident of Liechtenstein, was wandering around in a grocery store, enjoying the little freedom she had left. The clear shine of the alcohol bottles drew her eyes, and she moved closer to read them.
A young man appears, old to her, and gets her attention. " You're too young to be in alcohol section, young girl like you should be looking at dolls and such!" He laughed and she frowned, another person looking down on her it seems. He looks older and is definitely taller, with a stocky build that suggests his homeland is very cold. His old jacket would touch the floor is any normal-height human wore it. His face, youthful looking when laughing, now sobers up into a warm smile. " Come, I'll tell you the secret of alcohol."
Despite her instructions, the young girl gives him a very curious smile.
" Wine, rum, and beer, you can acquire the taste eventually. Do you know what's different about vodka?" His unusual eyes twinkle.
" No sir, what?" She asks, the answer suddenly the most important thing in the world.
" It acquires you!" The man walks away laughing loudly, while the young girl is left with a puzzled expression until her brother finds her.
A/N: Troll Russia is troll. This is based off a real thing that happened to me, though the man was quite old and I don't think he was Russian. Hope you guys enjoy a goofy little story while I try to defeat my developing writer's block~. XD Hope you enjoyed, any comments are welcome and loved~. Have a nice day/night! :D