Chapter 2: Bathtub, Cigarettes, & Vodka.
Russia knocked on Canada's door.
"Uh huh?" Canada answered, his voice sounding like he was eating something, most likely some crackers.
"I'm gonna take a bath, okay? Do you need to use the restroom at all?" Russia questioned.
"I'm good! Enjoy your bath!" Canada shouted happily.
Canada was glad Russia was bathing. Russia had not bathed in a while, from what Canada recalled. Russia had luckily not gotten drunk last night. Canada was glad about that. He had fallen asleep at his desk. He knew the sobriety wouldn't last long, however.
And so Russia headed to their shared bathroom with two large bottles of Vodka in hand and a pack of cigarettes.
He set his bottles of vodka down right outside of the tub. He grabbed a cigarette out of the unopened package and lit it. He took it up to his mouth and started smoking.
He breathed in, the sweet poison filling his lungs. He held it with his teeth as he started unclothing.
He turned the water onto hot and waited for it to fill the tub. Once it was almost filled, he turned the lights off and lit some candles. It seemed very cozy.
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The bath had now filled, and Russia sat his tall, naked figure into the water. He opened a bottle of Vodka, Cigarette clenched in between his teeth. He let out a sigh, trying to relax in the tub.
It felt good for him to bathe again. He wanted to feel clean. He wanted his hair to not feel oily hair against his head.. He wanted to be OK again. He once again glanced at his cuts and scars. All across his wrists and ankles, some on his stomach as well.
He sipped the vodka, its sour, burning flavor filled his mouth. He felt instant pleasure. He took another sip.
He liked to drink Vodka straight. It was usually preferred mixed in with other drinks, but Russia found that it took away from the flavor.
The vodka dripped down his chin and down his neck. He closed his eyes. Savoring the burning feeling in his throat.
He put the bottle of Vodka down a minute and took a moment to smoke. Canada hated him smoking. It made the whole house smell terrible.
But Russia had to. It's what made him feel calm, along with alcohol.
He grabbed a container of shampoo, and lathered it onto his sleek albino hair, then rinsed.
It felt so good to be clean again.
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Russia got up from the tub and started to drain the water out, he held his bottle of vodka by its long neck, he gulped the rest of it down.
It was the end of his 2nd bottle.
He was feeling drunk. Really really drunk. He knew he would get carried away. He had been in the bath for hours.
He lit another cigarette and started smoking it. He grabbed a towel and started wrapping it around his waist tiredly. He grabbed the empty Vodka bottles and cigarettes. As he drunkenly stumbled to his room.