Russia recently lost his dad, the USSR...

Ever since then, he's been drinking. Night after night, bottle of vodka after bottle of vodka.

He didn't even consider Ukraine, Kazakhstan, or Belarus. AKA all his siblings.

You were his best friend, who often had to help him whenever he got drunk. He refused help from his siblings, and only accepted help from you.

It was another night, and he was on his fourth bottle of straight vodka. He was nearing wasted already.

"Ngh... (Y/N)..." He slurred.

"Nyet, Iiiii... don...don't need... hhhh...h-help..." He slurred again, trying to wave you away, weakily waving his hand at you, staring up at you tiredly.

"Hmnh... jjuuuuusssssss.. llllet me.. b-be... dr-drunk..." He nearly whined.