"ะฒััะตะถััะต ััะพ, Russia... No time to be foolish and fall in love with some... Girl."
Russia muttered under his breath, rubbing his face in frustration, work papers scattered around the place, a bunch of vodka bottles near him, he couldn't focus. He hates that he likes you, one of America's biggest ally, he hates himself for it, he hates that you easily invaded his thoughts, his dreams. It was alright at first, he knows you've been existing here for a long time. But for some unknown reason, in the modern day... He's suddenly drawn to you. Something about you caught his eyes, from now then, he couldn't stare at you the same way. His eyes are always onto you in important gatherings, meetings... He may look intimidating and unbothered, but his thoughts are filled with you and you only.
Russia shook his head, popping up another bottle of vodka and taking a big gulp of it to try and ease his mind... Which he already did at least a lot of times and it didnt really work.