An idiot and alcohol
He woke up in a strangers bed, his head was pounding and his ass hurt.
Fuck.
He racked his brain, trying to remember how he got there. He really didn't like what he remembered not that it wasn't fun, really from what he remembered he had a lot if fun, but...
Well there was fighting and then an amount of alcohol that would have killed a normal human and now Matthew was afraid to turn his head, for he knew who would be there, but he had to eventually and … well he was dead on about who was laying beside him.
Now Matthew had nothing against the man but he hated that he, of all people, was the one laying there instead of the Prussian that Canada was use to waking up next to...
Matthew had to get out of there.
Canada sighed mutely and sat up, an action that made his head feel much worse, before grabbing his glasses off the bedside table and stood up as he set his glasses on his nose. Matthew leaned down and picked up his boxers before pulling them on.
Maybe
Maybe he could just leave and pretend none of this had happened, Canada thought as he pulled on his pants, he'll just leave and go home and apologize for … wow he didn't even remember what the stupid fight was about but he'd apologize anyway and then everything would be alr-
"Matvey?"
Canada paused and slowly looked over to a now awake, and slightly confused, Russia.
Fuck.