Russia was dressed well, his expensive outfit paired with his perfect hair looked fine as hell, he thought. He was wearing his usual expensive suit and tie, along with his sexy black pants, and his expensive shoes.
Classes had been boring, as usual.
Russia looked like a dish.
He grabbed a package of cigarettes and slipped it into his pocket. He headed out to his car, ready to meet Canada and his friend's there, at America's place.
His car stunk, it smelt of smoke, vodka, and… Other things.. From when he got drunk at bars…
He had a few bottles of Vodka in his back seat. He was bringing them for the party. He was thinking about what he'd do at the party.
He would socialize as little as he needed to, just enough to get through the night.
Then he would get drunk. He would fit right in, everybody else would be drunk just the same.
It was a perfect plan.
…
Russia had arrived at the party. He grabbed his things and stuffed them into his bag as he headed inside the house. He could hear music blaring already.
The minute he stepped inside, chaos exploded out. Countries dancing on tables, touching each other intimately… He smelt cigarette smoke and alcohol.
My kind of people. Russia thought to himself. He stuffed his hands inside his pockets and walked, looking for Canada or America.
He found America, talking animatedly to Brazil & Japan.. Of course… Russia put his bags down, he gave up looking for Canada. He was fucking dying to get drunk and have a smoke.
He took a deep breath and put on a smile…
"I brought the VODKAAAAA!" Russia yelled with fake cheer.
The other countries laughed and cheered at him.
He didn't bother with a shot glass.
He gripped the bottle of vodka by the long neck and he gulped it down. The other countries cheered him on. It wasn't anything new for Russia, drinking this much at once.
He put the bottle down and reached into his pocket, grabbing his pack of cigarettes out, lighting one as he brought it up to his mouth.
America grabbed his hand and led him to a seated part of the house. It was round seating, in a curved shape, The padding was red leather.
Russia sat, crossing his legs.
"Mind if I have one?" America gestured towards his Cigarettes. Russia silently nodded and handed him one, America lit it and smoked with him.
"I didn't know you smoked?" America sounded surprised. Russia simply nodded.
"I only do it in my dorm." He replied, America nodded.
Russia took another long sip from his Vodka bottle. America watched him.
"Not even a shot glass?"
"That would take too long for me to get drunk." Russia reasoned, already feeling tipsy. America looked concerned, but brushed it off.
…
Canada was looking all over for Russia, He hoped Russia wasn't drunk yet. Canada couldn't think about anything but Russia. Canada liked him. Alot. He was so… Hot.
The way he dressed… Canada had never understood dressing like that, really. But it was clear that Russia put time and thought into looking as sexy as possible.
Right then, Russia swept by Canada. He offered his hand out, wearing a cheery smile. Silently asking Canada to dance. Canada gladly took his hand, as Russia spun him around.
Russia knew how to dance, that was for sure. He danced with elegance and grace, it wasn't surprising.
Russia spun Canada around and gave him the dip, still wearing his fake, cheerful grin. The entire party cheered for them.
Russia wasn't drunk yet, Canada was glad for that. Maybe a bit Tipsy, but not yet drunk.
Russia took the hand of Brazil to dance now. He did the same dance he did with Canada with her, just slipping in a few moves on her.
When he dipped her, he sleekly slid his hand down to touch her butt. Then made another move where he touched her breast. Canada had to admit, he was smooth.
Russia continued dancing with the others, but Canada visibly cringed the more he saw how he got more tired of smiling, and putting on his 'mental mask' the farther he got through with the dance.
At one point, he got tired, and that added up with being tipsy- He tripped and fell. He didn't continue dancing after that. He simply lit a cigarette and went off in another direction, towards a seating area. He flipped the crowd off as they booed at him.
Russia looked so shitty, Canada felt bad.
He followed Russia and sat with him.
"Do you wanna go home, Russia..?" Canada asked, he wanted Russia to feel better.
"Yeah… I- I need to go home. I can't do this anymore." Russia continued to smoke, he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to clear a headache.
"Alright, we'll go home." Canada agreed, He hugged Russia. Russia leaned on him. He looked so vulnerable. Canada had never seen Russia like this, he was clearly exhausted.
Russia couldn't drive, so Canada agreed to take Russia home in his car. They would get Russia's car later.