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[After the devastating fight with Prussia which I will totally finish soon, Russia wasn't really in any mood to leave his room for reasons beyond mentally torturing paying his good friends Prussia and Germany a visit. Eventually he ran out of vodka and decided it would be a good time to drop by--
But, of course, the door was locked. How curious. Not even hitting it with a pipe had any effect! Then he spotted the tiny door. He crouched down to peer inside. For a moment, he wondered if he had consumed too much shoe polish. When he tested his hand on the colorful tunnel, it (thankfully) held his weight quite well. What was the term in England's book? "Down the rabbit hole"? Well, not as though there was much awaiting him in his shattered room. Besides, he needed more vodka.
Opening the other side of the door, he saw--
Holy. Shit.
Russia blinked in wonder. It was a grand room, finely decorated just as his chambers were in his imperialist days. This time, however, the Soviet Flag hung proudly on the wall. Outside the window, he could see a clear, sunny day. Best of all, on the other side of the room was a row of vodka bottles.
Unfortunately, Russia's fat ass was stuck in the tiny doorway. He gave a few tugs, each more frantic than the last, but it did nothing but make his hips sore.]
Ah...
[HALP.]
But, of course, the door was locked. How curious. Not even hitting it with a pipe had any effect! Then he spotted the tiny door. He crouched down to peer inside. For a moment, he wondered if he had consumed too much shoe polish. When he tested his hand on the colorful tunnel, it (thankfully) held his weight quite well. What was the term in England's book? "Down the rabbit hole"? Well, not as though there was much awaiting him in his shattered room. Besides, he needed more vodka.
Opening the other side of the door, he saw--
Holy. Shit.
Russia blinked in wonder. It was a grand room, finely decorated just as his chambers were in his imperialist days. This time, however, the Soviet Flag hung proudly on the wall. Outside the window, he could see a clear, sunny day. Best of all, on the other side of the room was a row of vodka bottles.
Unfortunately, Russia's fat ass was stuck in the tiny doorway. He gave a few tugs, each more frantic than the last, but it did nothing but make his hips sore.]
Ah...
[HALP.]