country human one shots

Russia basically collapsed into the small country in front of him, slurring something unintelligible into America’s (NONEXISTENT, trust me on this) ear. “Meri,” he managed to mumble. “Where the heck am I?”

However, instead of a reply, the tall man felt two hands gently guide him to a corner of the room they were in, where he slumped down until his butt hit the cold floor. He couldn’t help but shudder- his body was feeling like trash, worse than normal. It could’ve been the inhuman amounts of vodka he drank in a short amount of time, or it could’ve been his health slowly getting worse. He stared at his fingers, suddenly bamboozled by the lanky things.

“I swear to God, Russia,” America snapped. “You need to at least calm down on all of the vodka. You’re killing your liver.” His expression softened as he lifted up his sunglasses. “I don’t want to lose you.”

The tall country hummed an agreement, tapping his fingers on the floor. He heard an exhausted sigh come from America as he also slid down onto the floor, pulling his legs to his chest. Russia’s heart twisted with guilt. He couldn’t remember how many times America had to drag him into this room of their house, to try and convince him to stop getting horribly drunk. The worst thing, however, was that it was hard for him to forget. He had to carefully fool America, to reassure him that he’d stop all of the bad habits he had to stay with his boyfriend.

He just couldn’t let go with how close his father was to dying at one point. He spent so long away from father, when USSR was at the war, that it emotionally scarred him. He and his sisters, Belarus and Ukraine, didn’t have a motherly figure to turn to. Russia had to be their protectors while their father was gone, along with trying to watch over his other, more distant siblings and adopted siblings that USSR had taken in.

Then, when Third Reich had threatened him with death, it hurt him even worse. They were just managing without a mother— they couldn’t afford to lose a father as well.

It was such a weight on his shoulders. He turned to alcohol, hoping that it would numb the pain of everything horrible that happened in his life.

Russia was suddenly startled out of his thoughts, and felt America reach down and grab one of his hands, lifting it to his heart. “My love,” he whispered quietly. “I trust you, which is why I’ve told you this so many times. Even if you don’t remember. Please, don’t waste your life by drowning yourself in alcohol.”

Again, the taller country felt his heart skip a beat. He always remembered each time America told him that. A realization suddenly hit him. Gently, he pulled his hand away from America’s chest (and wincing when he no longer felt the rhythmic beating of his heart) as Russia made an odd expression. “I’m not as good as Japan,” he suddenly sighed. “She’s perfect for you- and besides, she’s been best friends with you longer than I’ve known you.”

America’s face suddenly contorted into a look of dismay and horror, before melting into hurt. “Who told you that?” He shrieked, leaning forward- no, leaping forward into Russia’s arms. “Japan is my friend, and she knows it. I’d never replace you with anyone, Russia. Stop thinking of these horrible thoughts, please. I’ll accompany you through these thoughts, I’ll be there for you when you feel hurt. Just stay a good person, Russia. Don’t go any deeper than having an alcohol addiction.”

Russia felt something crack in his own heart. He teared up, stammering, “America, I’m so sorry.”

He felt America bury his face into Russia’s striped sweater, staining it dark with tears. As he pulled back, Russia immediately started snaking his arms around America’s body, planting kisses on his forehead and cheeks. Russia reached up to wipe tears away from his lover’s face, forcing a tilted smile onto his face. Just to reassure America.

“I can’t guarantee I’ll stop drinking,” Russia chirruped, suddenly feeling a wave of sleepiness hit him. “But I’ll try and... Chill.” Once more, he fell onto America, pinning the smaller country against the wall as he almost immediately dozed off.

“Dang it, Russia!” America hissed, failing to wriggle his way out from under him.