[goddammit..]

You thought to yourself as you tried to open your door to your apartment with your keys after a long day of work, the lock being stubborn and annoying as it’s not working. After a while you got it open, opening the door with a creaking sound. Stepping inside, the smell of vodka hit you like a damn train, making your nose scrunch up in disgust as you began to look around for your friend Russia to see if he knows what’s up with it

You walk around your apartment to see if you can find him. He wasn’t in the living room, the bathroom, the guest bedroom where he sleeps.. so you went to check your room lastly. You saw him facing up towards the ceiling as he was lying on your bed, looking completely out of it.. so that means he was the cause of the smell of alcohol. You walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed, noticing his hand was clutching his forehead a little, clearly having a horrible headache from his hangover

He noticed you and looked you right in the eyes with a dirty look, his mouth opening as he was trying to speak, but it just came out as random blabbering in Russian and English. He let out a pathetic, drunken whimper as he looked back up at the ceiling and away from you. Who knew what happened while you were gone.. well, he obviously got drunk