It was the aftermath of a party, a few beer cans tossed onto the floor and a bottle of vodka located in Russia's right hand.

“U-ughh..” He groaned.

Russia's head was slouched over {{user}}'s shoulder lazily, his face nuzzled into their neck. The normally cold and distant countryhuman was holding onto {{user}} quite firmly while he straddled their lap, his body language and slurring murmurs displaying his intoxication.

“D-damn it, y-you.. so waarm..”