Chapter 3: Drunk

Russia sat in his room, dressed in a suit and tie wearing black pants that perfectly matched his suit.

He picked the specific pants that he knew tugged in all the right places, they showed off his clearly visible bulge. He didn't know why he had chosen to look so formal, but he did.

Russia lit a cigarette and hopped up from his bed. He was drunk from all the vodka he had drinken in the bath around 30 minutes prior. But he didn't care anymore- He was going to the bar.

He stumbled to the door, Canada heard him tripping on his own feet and stumbling. He also heard the sound of the door opening.

Canada knew what this meant- It meant that Russia was drunk, and that he was about to try and go drive.. While he was drunk…

Russia had done it before. And the last time he had done it- He had ended up hitting another car and totaling his car.

Luckily neither he nor the other person were hurt.. And Russia just left his car there and walked off, so he didn't get any charges.

The power of being drunk.

Canada jumped up out of his bed. He wasn't going to let Russia sabotage himself like that.

"Russia..?"

Canada stared at the slightly taller country, Russia had his large hands on the doorknob.

Russia sighed, annoyed at the fact he was being interrupted from just going to the bar. He knew he was drunk. He knew what this was about.

"Yeah..?"

"You- You can't do that. I won't let you drive drunk again."

Canada had to build up his courage to say that. A LOT of courage. Drunken Russia always scared him.

"Fuck off, I'll do what I want." Russia stated cleanly

Canada cringed at Russia's harsh language as Russia proceeded to smoothly blow a cloud of cigarette smoke in his face as Canada coughed.

"Fine.. You can still go to the bar and get drunk- But either you're walking or I'm driving you." Canada stated.

"Fuck.. Youcandrive…" The drunk country announced, slurring his words together as he continued to smoke his cigarette.

Canada said nothing, but let Russia lead him to his car, parked outside of their Uni. Russia got into the passengers side and Canada got into the drivers side.

…

Russia's head was leaning against the window as he smoked a cigarette, they were almost to the bar.

"Could you.. Maybe try and not smoke in my car…?" Canada politely questioned, looking into the other country's Icey blue eyes.

"FuckoffAsshead.." The country mumbled, his words slurred from drunkenness, Still staring out the window, using his hand as a pillow.

Canada averted his gaze from Russia, honestly sad, even scared- at how rude Russia was being to him. Finally they arrived at the bar. Russia silently opened the car door and hobbled out, his posture hunched.

He headed into the bar.

Canada wished he would stop going to the bar so much, especially so late at night. It always meant that Canada would have to stay and wait in his car until Russia had had enough of the bar.

Canada didn't really know what Russia did at the bars he went to. He knew they were mostly Gay Bars, and that usually Russia would find a cute Guy or lady, and take them to his car to hook up for the night.

Canada prayed Russia wouldn't get so drunk that he thought that was okay to do in HIS car.

Canada rested his head on the steering wheel, all there was to do was wait until Russia got too tired or too drunk..

…

Russia came galloping back towards the car, busting out of the bar doors, a fine looking shorter lady in tow.. She looked young, maybe around 16 - 17.. God dammit Russia! Canada thought. he Knew what Russia was going to do with her.

The drunken young girl giggled as she barreled after Russia into the car.

Russia looked so happy. Canada knew it was only because he was drunk, and with an attractive young country, but Canada liked seeing him happy.

It was never real though. Just the mask Russia put on in social situations..

The drunken Russia opened the backseat car door as he and the young girl hopped in and quickly started making out, she began to take his shirt off, and he did the same with her. He was very tall compared to her. He was 6'1 while she was around 5'3.

She didn't seem to notice his cuts.

Canada quickly exited the car and walked off a bit down the road. He knew he couldn't tell Russia to save that for his own car, no matter how much he wanted to.

He knew Russia could get violent when he was drunk.

God I hope he's not rough with her. Canada prayed.

Canada had obviously never done it with Russia, but from the many times Russia had gotten drunk and tried to grind on him or pin him, Russia was always incredibly aggressive & rough..

…

Canada started walking back to the car, it had been awhile, and Canada had seen the younger country who Russia had hooked up with angrily stomping back into the bar, her legs trembling.

Russia soon had followed up by stumbling outside, leaning against the car and having a smoke, now fully clothed.

Finally.. They are done…Canada whispered under his breath as he hopped into the car. It stunk. Badly.