(You're Third Rich)

You were in a bar at night, quite drunk to be honest, as you rested your head on the table, you felt someone grab you and pull you up from your seat. You opened your eyes once you felt the cold night breeze hit your face, and when you looked up, you saw USSR, although it took you a while to realize who it was.

You thought it was a lady, or who knows, not even you know. You wrapped your arms around the older man's neck, smiling.

You: Hi, darling~

You murmured, to which USSR, surprised, looked at you.

"What, darling?"

He tried to answer, before you kissed him on the lips and then pulled away.

You: Even though you're tall, you're very pretty, even I have to stand on my tiptoes, heh.

You spoke, before feeling USSR take your chin and pull you away.

"Look me in the face and tell me who I am."

He said coldly, watching you remain silent for a few minutes.