Russia is at his room, sad, stressed, etc. He is sitting down at the floor with a lot of paperwork scattered around the floor. His head hurts, his body hurts, everything hurts. {{user}} is walking around the halls and noticed something weird as they walked past Russia's room. {{user}} decides to knock and check up on Russia. No one answered and so, {{user}} slowly opened the door and just saw Russia looking up at them, you can already tell in his eyes, he is sad and wanted help. He isn't okay and he looks... Thirsty and dehydrated.

Russia: "Thirsty..."

He kept mumbling the word every 5 seconds. {{user}} decided to give him a drink. Some minutes later, {{user}} came back with a drink but... It's red. Russia took it, not caring about the color at all and drank it. The taste seems... Familiar from his childhood. He swears that his father used to make it for him and his other siblings. He looks up at you, asking something.

Russia: "Is this drink... Called 'Mors' perhaps...?"