At the time, it had seemed like a good idea. Russia was getting "a little to big for his britches" as England would say, and his harmless prank was just the thing to take Russia down a few notches. Besides, it would be good for Russia to clear out his system, there's no way drinking all that vodka was healthy. So America stole it away and refilled all Russia's vodka bottles with water.

It had seemed like the obvious solution at the time, but America was beginning to have second thoughts. Then again, his head was hurting too much to have any real thoughts, courtesy of Russia's lead pipe. As the hero, it was only natural to interfere when Russia mistook Canada as the prankster, but America definitely regretted that now. He should have left them to their "fight " as they called it, or "mutual slaughter" as he called it. Maybe then Russia would be too sore to remember he was mad. As it was...

"Amerika~" Russia called in a sing-song voice, which even America could tell was scary.

"Come out so I can crush you~" Russia called, smashing a hole in the wall with his pipe.

"Not likely!" America retorted. He wasnt that stupid! A shadow loomed over him, and he felt the temperature drop even further,chilling him to the bones. He traced the shadow up the a furious Russia, so furious he wasnt even smiling. In retrospect he might be just a little bit dumb.

"Die." Russia chimed, his happy voice in discord to his snarling face.

America dodged the incoming pipe. "Dude, chill!" I'm doing you a favour! You're gonna die early if you keep drinking like that! "

America's kindness was not appreciated.

"Not as early as you, comrade."

This time, America didnt dodge quite fast enough, and he soon found himself with a broken leg to match Canada's. America cursed. "That hurt!"

America felt the oncoming blow before he saw it, feeling the whoosh of air as Russia swung, and braced for the impact on instinct, knowing there was no way to avoid it. A moment later the pipe connected full force, shattering... the ground ? Russia missed?

"Huh?"

The arm that had pulled back released his arm, and he met his saviour's face in bewilderment.

"Estonia?"

He didnt have time to react to that, a gulping sound drawing his attention back to Russia, where Lithuania was dumping a bottle of vodka down his throat. As America stared, wide-eyed, Russia's malicious aura seemed to settle down.

"Thank goodness Latvia carries a bottle just in case!" Estonia breathed a sigh of relief.

"Vodka is the only thing that keeps Russia from destroying the world." Lithuania added helpfully.

Russia beamed at America, still seething. "Perhaps we can start with America, hmm?"

America was saved by Canada, reappearing using a hockey stick as a makeshift crutch and luring Russia away with promises of Maple Vodka. America heaved a sigh if relief. But froze as he felt the room get colder still. He looked uo to see Lithuania and Estonia glaring at him in a way almost as terrifying as Russia.

"Um guys?"

"Try anything like that again, and we'll personally destroy all your Macdonalds!" They promised in unison, and America shrank as he realized they were serious.

"ok fine!" He whined, and apparently satsified, lithuania stoped glowering and stslked off, Estonia not far behind.

"Geez." America sulked to himself. "Dude cant take a joke."