RusCan: Snowy Relationships

Chapter 13: водка

"Well. Yep." Canada smiled with a bit of embarrassment.

"And how to you play?" Russia asked. Canada took the cards out of the package as Russia poured the Vodka into the glasses.

"You pick six cards. What you do then is pick one card from the pile, without looking, and put it down." Canada demonstrated. "Then you look at the remaining five cards. The objective is…. Um… Your like suppose to get like a pair-ish thingy."

"Your objective is not making sense."

"Ok fine. I'll show you." Canada said and flipped the card he put down over. "You see how it is a 8 right?"

"Da."

"What you do is get a number above it and below it that is close to it. If you get, say like this, a 7 and then a 9, you automatically win."

"Oh?"

"Yeah so like this." Canada looked at his other five cards and put a 6 and a 9 down. "Then you would try." Russia picked his five cards, put one card down, it turned out to be a 4, and looked at the other cards. "You pick the ones closest."

"Da. I know." Russia said and put down two cards, a 3 and a 5. Canada blinked, the cards were afraid. "I got what you said."

"Your cards are closer to the number, you win. You take my cards and the point is to get the other player to loose all of their cards. Get it?"

"I think so. America made this game up? It seems too hard for someone like him."

"Well I made the rules up sooo."

"Oh. That explains it." Russia said.

"So. Did you just call me smart?" Canada hinted. Russia looked at him.

"You're pretty bright, I'll give you that."

"Oh thanks." Canada smiled at the praise. Kumajirou watched as the two continued playing their game, the winner of each round changing back and forth and Russia taking sips of the Vodka. After a few rounds, the two got tired of the game and let it go at a draw, Russia said he won though. He noticed the boy didn't take a single sip of the Vodka.

"Drink." Russia said.

"What?"

"Drink. The Vodka. Drink some."

"I-I think it's a little too strong for me."

"Oh don't be a child. It's just water."

"It is?"

"Da. Russian water."

"It's alcohol."

"Just drink it Matvey." Russia said taking a drink himself. "Go ahead." Canada gave the Russian a look then looked at he Russian drink, sniffed it, flinched a bit at the smell, and looked at it again. "It's not poison Matvey."

"I-I know. It smells weird though."

"It's not your weird wine." Russia said.

"Hey. Wine is good."

"You're so French." Russia said. Canada glared at the smiling Russian. He then looked at the Vodka and took a gulp of it. "Don't take big gulps, I do not believe you can handle it."

Canada took a deep breath after it. "I-It tastes…. Strange."

"It's good da?"

"I-I guess." Canada said.

"Drink more Matvey." Russia said.

"Your pushing it." Canada said and took another gulp. He made the face you would get after eating something extremely sour, it amused Russia and almost made him laugh. Canada took another gulp and finished the glass, which Russia immediately refilled, hinting for the boy to drink more. Canada signed and took another big gulp of it.