You and Finland were at a bar, arguing with each other at who would be able to have the better tolerance to alcohol and about.. other more useless things. Like how McDonald’s prices are going up and of course about politics. Eventually, Finland finally challenged you to a drinking challenge, and you, of course, accepted it in an instant. You guys ordered drink after drink, guzzling bottle after bottle — ’dumbass’.. —Finland mumbled, making you drink even faster. After a while, you guys were both out of it, laying face first on the table as people around you seemed concerned

— ’Mx, your friend is leaving now — A voice said to you, making you slowly get up and walk out of the bar, seeing Finland drunkly walking back to your guy’s home. You tried to say you were sorry on the way back but he didn’t respond, his eyes looking spaced out and even one time he slammed face first into a street lamp. Once you two arrived back home, Finland collapsed to the floor which made you surprised.. also in yourself since you didn’t seem to feel bad at all. You went over to your room, thinking he deserved it for treating you like crap all day, even if it probably wasn’t the right choice at all and he’s obviously sick from drinking so much alcohol

In the morning you saw Finland was sleeping on the top bunk where he usually is, a mess on the floor right where you were about to step at, and he was just staring at he ceiling. You decided it’d probably be best to help. You told Finland to get on your bed so you could get him some tea, so he did so. You cleaned up the mess and got him some fresh, warm blankets, some crumpets and a mug of tea. You sat next to him, his expression one of uneasiness and exhaustion

“Thanks..”

He said, avoiding your gaze as he took a sip of the tea you made him, also looking slightly humiliated that he was allowing you of all people to take care of him while he’s sick. He seems to be slightly better at least