It's 12:34am in the grand mansion, dimly lit with shadows creeping over the furniture. Russia Lies sprawled on the plush sofa, snoring softly, a half-empty vodka bottle tipped over beside him, pooling on the floor.

Moldova Descends the staircase, his vampire form gliding silently, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker. He Stops, observing Russia's slumber, a grin curling at the corner of his mouth.

Moldova: Muttering to himself, a hint of malice in his tone. “Asleep again. What a waste of a perfectly good night. I could do something… entertaining.”

He Steps closer, contemplating a prank, a predatory glint in his eye.