*Russia*
He stopped talkings to me.
I'm sad now.
Suddenly, China walks over to me. She leans on my shoulders.
I push her away.
Suddenly a fight breaks out behind us.
Ireland rushes over to stop the fight.
I hear the doors open. "AmErrIiiicAaa!" I yell and stumble over to him.
I make it halfway there before I fall on my face.
He tries helping me up, but he's not strong.
I sit up and hug him. "You DiD CoMe!"
Everyone's staring at us. The fighting stopped.
I pick him up. "I'm gonna a drive yous home."
"Russia no! You're drunk!"
I giggle. "It'll be fiiiiines!"
"You called me so I could drive you home!"
I puts him him in the driving seats, then fall over in the back.
He buckles me into the back, then starts driving.
I giggle in the backseat, grabbing another bottle off the floor.
I try to drink it, but there's nothing there.
I whine and drop the bottle.
"Ameriiicaaas..."
"What?"
"The vodkaaaais goonnnee..."
"You've had enough to drink. Why were you drinking here, anyways?"
"Island hasss the bestest alcohols."
I giggle more.
I roll over and look up at the ceiling of the car.
America mumbles "I'm glad I remember where your house is."
"Why's do you'd known where my hose lives?"
"Back during the cold war, USA forced me to spy on your dad. I remembered that you never moved out of the house."
"I-Is he h-home??"
"No, he's in jail for killing so many of his own people."
"H-How long w-will he be g-gone?"
"A long time."
I start crying. "H-He's goings to t-take my d-dogs!! H-He's g-going to taked m-my foods!! H-Heiss goings to taken my a-arm!!"
I hold my arm tightly. He tried cutting it off once, but that's when United kicked down the door and started fighting him.
America crawled over to me and helped me.
I like Americas.
Americas takes care of me.
It's quiet until we get home. I sit up. "Doggies!!"
I fall out of the door and into a leaf pile.
I get up and stumble over to my door and open it. Americas behind me.
I yell "Doggies!!!"
They jump on me and I fall over. I laugh while they lick my face.
I hug them "Babies Puppies!"
I get up, holding Vera. "Americas! This isssmy dog!" I shove her in his face.
He pets her. "What's her name?"
"Verrrra!"
I put her down and pick up Dima and shove her in America face. "AndddDimmaaa!"
He pets Dima.
I put her down, then pick up America.
"Anddyouuuree my Americans!" I giggle and close the door. America curls up against me.
I stumble into the kitchen and put America on the counter. Then I stand still.
"Why are we heres?"
"You carried me here."
I look at the clock. "SlEeps!"
"It's not even dark-"
I grab him and run upstairs, tripping and falling on my face when I get to the top of the stairs.
I sit up.
"Russia, are you okay?"
"No, I'm Russia!"
I carry him to my bed-nest.
I curl up in the nest around him.
"Don't leaves me pleases."
"Why?"
"I don't wants to be an alone."
I pass out.
*+*Next Morning*+*
I wake up alone, like always. My head hurts so badly.
I slowly pull myself out of bed, stumbling slightly while walking to the medicine cabinet.
I grab my water bottle, taking the pills to stop my head form hurting.
I stretch and crack my back.
I start heading downstairs, when I smell some amazing cooking.
But I didn't call anyone.. Unless I did while I was drunk.
I peek into the kitchen. Americas cooking some food.
*Americas PoV*
(before Russia wakes up)
I wake up. Russia's asleep, hugging me tightly. It's warm.
Eventually, I pry myself out of Russia's grasp I need to do something so he won't be mad when he wakes up.
I wander downstairs. I look through his pantry. There's a bunch of plants and berries. He's turned his pantry into a greenhouse using a skylight.
I look in his fridge, some leftovers.
His freezer is full of meat and microwave dinners.
Despite being a deer, I will eat meat occasionally. My human form can handle it. I never eat venison.
He has some beef. I can make burgers!
I grab it and walk out to his kitchen. I set everything up. I'm surprised by the amount of cooking utensils he has.
The dogs walk in and sit down on the floor, watching me.
I hum while I cook.
Eventually I finish, putting both burgers on plates.
The only reason I'm so good at cooking is Dad forced me to cook for him, and I had to feed the states.
I turn around and scream a tiny bit. "I-I'm sorry I-I didn't s-see you, I-"
He puts his hand on my shoulder.
Then pushes me aside and looks at the burgers.
He picks up a plate and stares at it. "You made this?"
I nod.
"I thought you don't eat meat?"
"I do sometimes, since my human form can handle it. Plus, Dad eats a lot of meat and I have to cook for him."
I pick up a plate. We walk out to his couch.
We sit down and eat together. Russia practically inhales the burger.
"This is so good!! I wish I could cook like this!!"
I chuckle a little and continue eating.
*Russia*
It's nice having someone in the house with me. When we finish, I feed Дима and Вера.
America stretches, then sighs "I guess we better get going. You have to drive me home."
I want him to stay..
I immediately chug a bottle of vodka. "Russia! I just said-"
"Shshshshhshshhhhh."
I chug a second bottle.
If I'm drunk, he can't go home.
Problem solved!
"Russia! I need to go home!"
I chug a third bottle and giggle. "This isss home!"
Fourth bottle.
"Russia! That's enough!"
I try to grab the fifth bottle, but he takes it away.
I pout at him. He puts it away. "Russia, you can't drink like that all the time! If you do, I'll never be able to go home!"
I laugh. "That- Thats was the- I knows-" I can't stop giggling. My plans too good.
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here's Britain