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[nutty_russian]

[Who's that staggering wandering the halls at such a late hour, singing Red Army Choir songs at the top of his lungs, bottle in hand?

Just your friendly neighborhood drunk, Russia.]

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that is the best icon ever, and it amuses me far more than it should. XD

[wintry_vodka]

[he approves of the songs, but is more concerned about why you're wandering around drunk.] Why are you up so late? Should be in bed by now.

It's one of my favorites. XD

[nutty_russian]

Busy drinking!

[wintry_vodka]

So I see. Any reason to be drinking, or just felt like it?

[nutty_russian]

Jus' felt like it. An' I like to sing, so. [Takes another pull from the bottle.]

DOUBLE THREAD TRY AND STOP ME

[allthenukes]

[America pokes his head out of his room.

A few colorful playpen balls spill out the open door.]

Whoaaaaa, you okay there Vanya? [He will someday learn to call other Russias either Russia or Ivan, but the pet name thing is just reflex.]

*DOES THE EXACT OPPOSITE*

[nutty_russian]

[One of the balls rolls out and hits his foot; he staggers as he bends to pick it up.]

'm fine!

yessss

[allthenukes]

[hops on out - spilling a few more and kicking them back inside - and darts on over to help Russia out, cheerfully laughing.] Fine or drunk outta your gourd?

[nutty_russian]

[Tries to grab the balls as they roll past him, but his coordination's not up to snuff tonight.]

Both.

I didn't forget anything really.

[englishspring]

[This teenager pokes his head out of the library doorway.]

Sir? Are you alright?

[nutty_russian]

[His head swivels around when he hears someone talking, and he nods, waving the bottle at you.]

Fine! Jus' going for walk.

[englishspring]

I see. Would you, er... mind some company? [Mostly to try and keep him out of trouble, but as the Russian is almost double his height Ashley here might not be terribly successful.]

[nutty_russian]

Company is good, very good, da. Do you want to drink? [He holds out the bottle helpfully.]

fff I feel like I'm stalking you, but the muse won't let me ignore this xD

[cherishedscars]

[Do you need some help, there? Lithuania thinks you do, so he'll be over at your side soon enough, trying to pull one of your arms over his shoulders to offer support.

He knows his favourite nation well enough to tell when he might be losing his balance.]

I figured it wouldn't XD

[nutty_russian]

[In his drunken haze Russia can't tell that you're the Lithuania who won't leave him alone. Otherwise, he'd be running.]

Oh, hello, Toris.

[cherishedscars]

[Then not being able to tell is a good thing! He'd hate to have you trying to escape again.]

Hello. Are you alright, Russia?

Sadly I have to get ready for work now. :/

[nutty_russian]

Fine, da! Just going for stroll.

I am dragging myself out of hiatus! Successfully! \o/

[crazyknifeboy]

[Hey, that bottle looks empty. Now we can't have that. Belarus will just be swapping that out and handing you a nice full one to replace it.

And waiting here eagerly by your side for drunken shenanigans that may or may not ensue. He's actually singing along as well, and he has quite a nice voice. Singing is something of a national past time for him.]

Hurray! :D

[nutty_russian]

[Hey, his empty bottle is gone and replaced by a full one! HQ is magic! It--oh. It's just Belarus. No matter, you're singing with him and that's all Russia cares about, so he raises his voice to join yours.]

Unfortunately I do not have forever for lunch and will soon be going back to class :<

[crazyknifeboy]

[Operation Drunken Funtimes is now underway. Step one: replenish vodka, check. Step two: engage in hilarity, check. Step three: arm around your shoulders, check. Step four: cuddling, commencing.

And really, who gives better half drunken singing cuddles than Belarus? No one.]

Aw. Well, I have to get ready for work soon. (Like, right now.)

[nutty_russian]

[Russia likes this Operation Drunken Funtimes, but. You need to be drunk too, or at least buzzed. He has no idea what alcohol does to you, though.]

Drink with me, da!