Have you ever lived in Russia?
...
Have you ever lived with Russia?

of course...

The brunette shot up in his bed, sheets sticking to his pale form, highlighting how slim and almost frail he was.

A slender hand moved upwards, covering the side of his face.
'what time is it...
seven in the morning...'

Soft purple eyes flitted fully open at last, taking in his surroundings as he slowly stood, the sheets of soft silk falling away from him, a soft shiver running through him as the cool air hit his heated skin.

He nearly stumbled to his closet, shaking his head a bit as he dressed, green military pants same as ever, shirt of fine white silk.
A coat was held over his shoulder as he made his way into the bathroom, plucking a dark forest green ribbon from the counter and pulling his hair back, lightly pulling the brown locks into a ponytail.

"damn baltics...shouldn't turn the heat up at night" he grumbled, pulling his coat on, doing up the golden buttons and adjusting the Russian militia badge on the front.

Stepping back into his room and heading for the hall door he reached out to snag a pile of paperwork and a half empty glass bottle.

He offered a small greeting to his 'mother' as he passed him in the hall, but no more, he usually ignored the country anyway.

His boots tapped gently against the ground, heels against wood, raising the bottle and tugging the cap off gently, papers tucked under one arm.

The vodka bit at his throat as he drank, bringing a flush to his cheeks.

Where was Russia...
off at a meeting no doubt...

"I hope he remembered everything"

"th-that who remembered everything mr.Vilnius?"

The city looked up at the trembling blonde standing in the main room.

"Did mr.Rusija say you could stop working at this time?" Vilnius barked simply to the little country who had spoken.

He watched with satisfaction as Latvia squeaked out an apology and scrambled away, taking another swig of Vodka.

He settled himself on the couch, taking a pencil from a nearby table and tucking the bottle of alcohol neatly down near his feet.

The soft scratching of pencil and paper filled the room as he worked, filling out documents for the one he called 'father'

'father'
'master'
'Svarbiausia žmogui'

Every so often he would reach down and take the bottle to drink, frowning hours later when it was empty.

"ahaha, you need more da?"

he jumped slightly as a full bottle was plopped into his lap, eagerly opening it.

"ah! thank you, you are home now master Russia! I missed you very much!"

he stood wobbling slightly, eyes hazed with the affects of his drinking.

The Russian laughed, sitting down and pulling the brunette into his lap.

"ah, you have been a good child, da?"


"oh yes master Russia!" he slurred.

The purple eye'd nation that held him smirked, brushing gloved hands through his hair.

Daily goings ons, Russia might leave every so often, and of course the city would be there to greet him, worship him.

However, even the most repetitive of schedules can be...

Broken.

da?

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chapter two coming soon.

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