ivan sat in the corner of his room a bottle of half empty vodka barely being held in his hand. his gaze fixed on the floor as his eyes looked around blankly trying to find anything of interest upon the hardwood floor. Having not been in the best of moods when he got home he hoped his sister would have had some help in venting out the aggression he had bottled up in an attempt to 'play nice'. But she had made plans to go out and in the bustle of his daily activities he had forgotten she wouldnt be home, it was to late to call yao up and no one else would want to let him speak. He had once tried to call up one of the baltics but each one of them hung up upon hearing who it was, this made his grip tighten on the neck of the vodka bottle. he felt tears swell up in his eyes and in an attempt to hide his emotions from the wind in the empty room, his scarf was pulled up and his free hand went up to cover his eyes. With the hope the end of this bottle would poison him, he continued to down the last of the alcoholic drink before resuming to sit there in silence for about 10 minutes before anger forced him to his feet. He made his way loudly to the kitchen not caring about the noise knowing no one else was home to hear it, when he reached the kitchen he pulled another bottle of vodka from the fridge. With a growl he continued to drink as he wandered the house, a simple ritual he preformed when having nothing better to do and simply paced the many halls and rooms, around 6 p.m his phone rang and in a jumbled motion he pulled the phone up to his ear and let out a quiet grunt."Brother im on my way home im sorry i took so long how are you anyway how did the meeting go?" belarus' voice rang out making russia slightly confused taking him a minute before he could answer."who the hell gave me..you..my number? cause..i thought everyone absolutely hated me!" russia slurred out accidentally throwing the vodka bottle down the hall as he just stared