When Russia woke up, he was in the conference room, surrounded by the other countries staring at him. He re-adjusted himself so that he was sitting up straight.

This chair is really uncomfortable sometimes...almost like I am sitting on something.

"Hello everyone, what seems to be the problem? I assure you that-" America stuffed a hotdog in his mouth. He spat it out and glared at the American.

"We need to talk about your behavior. Recently you've done some stuff that we thought was...concerning," spoke Germany. The others nodded.

"My behavior?" Russia questioned. Germany nodded. "Like what?"

"Well, for starters yesterday you jump kicked America in the stomach, he blacked out and then you and Prussia carried him away and put him in your car. And then you drove off. With America in the back."

The Russian tilted his head, "I don't remember that..."

"I do!" America jumped up, smacking his hand on the table.

XXX

"This is a good idea!" Prussia chimed, dragging along a certain Russian behind him. "We can get drunk and forget about everything! The world, our problems, the fact that I am more awesome then you, and yeah!"

Eight drinks later, Prussia was drunk. Twenty drinks later, Russia was drunk. And two minutes later, since no one could tell Russia was drunk, driving around some park in America on a nice, warm day.

The country himself was out, enjoying the sun and smiling brightly as he stood at the park's front gate, waiting for something to happen. And happen it will.

"Hey look!" Prussia called out, "It's America! We should bring him with us!"

Russia shook his head, he knew the American wouldn't come willingly since Russia was drunk and well, the last time Russia was drunk and in the same room as the American...

"What? You don't want him to-" The albino's face lit up at the childish smile. "Yeah."

So, they parked near the gate and got out of the car. And approached the American.

"Hey dudes what's u-"

Russia drop kicked him in the stomach, the American falling to his knees in pain. Prussia grabbed his feet and Russia grabbed his arms, hoisting him in the air and attempting to open the back of the car.

Pedestrians stopped and looked, then went on with their lives not helping their poor country out as he was shoved into the back of the car.

The pair then drove off with their victims legs sticking out the window, not caring at all, and obviously no one else caring, the rode off into a streetlamp. Then people cared.

"Ohh, now I remember! We crashed into a streetlamp and Prussia and I got thrown in jail for the night for reckless driving because the police lady didn't bother to check my breath! She thought I was a smoker!"

"How the bloody hell do you not remember something that happened YESTERDAY!" England yelled accusingly, taking a sip of tea.

"Because..." the taller man approached the Brit, "I do not want to remember what happened in the jail with me and Prussia," he stated, a dark aura surrounding him.

The other male whimpered and backed off.

"Well I suppose, mes amies, that we should just assume that they fucked and that-"

Both England and Russia smacked the Frenchman in the head.

"That is NOT what they did you stupid frog!"

"How would you know? Were you there too?"

"This isn't about me!"

"Sure because those eyebrows know everyyyything."

"Oh sod off!"

Russia walked away. He went out the room, to a vending machine because sometimes there arguing, made him want to crush things like every bone in their bodies and cans of soda were the next best thing.

(Next chapter will be posted Tuesday~)