Post by Ivan Russia Braginski on Jul 2, 2012 20:46:15 GMT -5
She's scared that I will take her away from there
Her dreams that her country left with no one there
The odds really were in Russia’s favor for this adventure being that he literally did drink vodka like water. Hey, it was Russian water so why not? Hell he even carried bottles around in his coat pockets most of the time and just drank throughout the day. Liver failure wasn’t exactly something he was worried about, and he was pretty sure quite a few of his people did the exact same thing, only they were dying of liver failure. He was pretty much as addicted to it as a country could be to a substance. They had their issues just like anyone else, and he certainly had more than most that was for sure. The torment his country went through was absolutely ridiculous, and it seemed a lot of his leaders couldn’t care less about the people they were supposed to be ruling over and helping. Seemed they were more concerned with the wealthy class and so it was hard for him to age for quite a while. Sure now he was in his twenties, and had been for a while, but long ago he was stuck as a child and then as a teenager for a long time.
Hearing the protest from the other country, Ivan had to laugh a bit. ”If you say so.” he stated with a smile. The next statement made him grin. Hey, the more shots they did the better. He was sure it would be amusing to get the younger country drunk after all and was slightly excited to see it. Sure two shots wouldn’t make a difference, but the more and faster they drank the drunker both countries would end up. Well, it had been quite some time since he had gotten himself drunk, but he wasn’t too worried about what would happen in the morning. After all, what was the worst that could happen? It wasn’t as if he got hangovers or at least not bad ones. It was one of those things that came with drinking quite a bit. You can’t be hung over if you don’t stop drinking in the first place. Anyway though they were going for a toast about nuclear war and it wasn’t too bad. There are worse things to toast over, like the fall of a nation for example. One would not toast over something like that unless all parties were completely comfortable with that, or at least fine with being punched in the face.
Then they filled up the glasses again and took another shot. From there they continued through the movie taking quite a few shots before moving to another. More screams meant more shots and soon enough they were a few bottles in and Russia felt a dull buzz in his head from the quantity he was drinking in the short amount of time. ”Well, there’s another scream. Who wants to pour the shot this time?” he asked idly with a slight grin.
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tag: Alfred/ Mandee
note: needs moar vodka?
