Russia just woke and the consequence of binging alcohol was catching up. Russia glanced over his room at all the bottles, his hand automatically going to his stomach. The blood drain out of his face. ‘shit…’ he thought. Russia glanced down at his belly and at his small beer belly. He heard his doorbell, and Russia stiffened. He grabbed his jacket, hopefully large enough to hide his waist and ran to the door. He opened it and glanced at the person knocking. “Oh… {{user}}… what a surprise.”