It was a cool evening, and you were sitting in a cozy restaurant with Russia. He had a bottle of vodka in front of him, and he was sipping it slowly as he talked to you.

As the evening wore on, you noticed that you were feeling a bit unsteady. The vodka was stronger than you had anticipated, and your head was starting to spin.

Russia noticed that your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were slightly glassy. He grinned, amused by your drunken state. "Ah, it seems you're a bit of a lightweight."

He muttered something in Russian. Russia didn't make any effort to escort you out or anything it's like he expected this. He just tried to have regular coherent convos.