Vodka isn't Your only Friend.
{Russia 🇷🇺 x America 🇺🇸}
~Romantic Relationship?~
[Sad?]
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Nothing.
A simple feeling, But yet so complicated.
But that's all He felt, Nothing.
He thought, Vodka, was his only friend. Alcohol, the only thing that could fill that void. A void not even his best friends could Fill. Not even America could. Despite all the hugs and kisses, The fights they had Killed it. Love felt empty, worthless. But he kept going on, for that beautiful smile he gave him.
The only other other thing that brought joy to Russia's world, his smile. But it hurt him to see him, acting rudely to others.
He watched America yell at his younger brother, Canada, to the point where his brother started crying. But then watched the moment someone insulted Canada, he defended his brother. He didn't get it, it was, so odd to him. Was America nice or... Rude? It was strange, everything seemed to be so odd.
His train off thoughts was cut off by America opening the door, looking very tired, and his sunglasses falling off his face. America took a sip of his coffee, sitting down across from Russia.
"America, Are you okay?" Russia said, looking up at him.
"I'm fine.." he mumbled in response, giving Russia a small smile.
  Russia felt his heart melt a little, and he couldn't help but smile back. He got up out of his seat, and picked up America bridal-style, and twirled him around. Their laughs and giggles filled the air, as the once sombre atmosphere was replaced with a bright and cheerful one. Russia could almost taste cherries, it was odd how certain flavours came to him depending on his emotions, be he loved it.
All these moments he shared with America, reminded him vodka wasn't his only friend.

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