I believe I should point this out, sorry.

italics = Russia's thoughts

underlined = America's thoughts

Bold = author speaking

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The image above is dedicated to that absolutely wonderful interaction y'all had in the comment section, and, here it is-

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When Russia finally went back to his usual state of mind, the first thing he knew was pain. Immense pain, from one of the biggest hangovers he ever had. Well, unless you count the ones he had at the age of three and seven, but hush. What the police don't know won't hurt 'em.

Anyways, being hungover, and the main pain protruding from his head, Russia got up, not noticing the fact that ha had been lying on America, and with the hang over masking the slight discomfort caused by the handcuffs, Russia walked out the room, still completely oblivious to the American he was dragging along, yet again. The few states that were already awake, or simply refused to sleep, just looked at the strange pair.

Once in the kitchen, Russia found some vinegar and some coffee. He mixed the two, and drank a bit. Within the next few minutes, the Russian was much more clear minded. With a pang to his supposedly non-existent heart, he remembered the events of yesterday.

He also took a quick sniff at the air, and remembered he hadn't washed or changed within what he supposed was approximately a week.

Oh well. 

With a glance to the American, lying on the ground, he thought a few seconds.

Hose? Sure. Like when I was a kid.

His lips turned up just a teensy bit at the thought of his childhood. The good parts, mind you. He chose to ignore the darker part of his child memories.

America groaned. Russia grabbed what remained of the vinegar coffee drink, pinched America's nose, resulting America to be forced to breath through his mouth. Russia then shoved some of the drink down America's mouth. 

The American gurgled  bit, spitting some of the drink, but drinking most of it.

Russia watched, not all too intrigued, as America coughed, and slowly got over the more intense parts of the hangover.

America turned around, and tugged on the handcuffs, making Russia, who was not at all prepared for this sort of reaction, trip and fall on the ground, his head landing on America's stomach.

Mm. Soft.

"Asshole! Git'off me!" America gurgled, not angry, more confused.

Russia removed himself only after seven minutes, during which the red and white stripped country struggled and complained.

The only reason Russia had gotten up was because he had heard footsteps.

He quickly pulled America to his feet, and sat on a chair.

New Mexico walked into the room, grabbed some food from the fridge. She glanced over at the two countries, went back in the fridge, and tossed a corona beer to America. She closed the fridge and walked to the box of donuts, stored on the highest shelf.

She scrambled up the counter, going to the point of standing on the counter.

Russia sat there, staying silent during the entire silent conversation America had with the state.

She grabbed a donut, threw it in her mouth, tossed the box to America, and as mysteriously New Mexico had came, she had left.

America smiled immensely, inhaled three of the five remaining donuts, and offered two to Russia.

"Thonuth?" America offered, mouth full. 

Russia shook his head.

"May we go to my house Amerika. I have work to do." Russia politely asked, even though he was going to go either way.

America shrugged, and got up. America then climbed up Russia, using only one hand, the cuffed one hanging limp. 

"Amerika. No."

America clung to Russia.

"America, yes. Nobody's forcing you to go to your house. And I don't feel like walkin' "

Russia groaned at the childish response he had received.

"Fine. Never again, though." Russia spat out.

America grinned, and snuggled into Russia's neck. The Russian put one arm around the american patriot for support, and left the American's house.

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As the two were walking- well, rather Russia was walking, America had continued clinging like a koala to Russia- they encountered Scotland and Ireland.

The two men were holding hands, and receiving many stares from the few people outside.

But not from the gay part. Simply because of the coronavirus spread. Passerby's thought it horrible, and because they were holding hands, if one had covid, the other could have covid now, and so on.

"Ay, Russ! I can see the li'l 'merican bastard is clingin' to ya!" Ireland cheerfully exclaimed, not minding if other people heard.

Scotland, grinned.

"Yeh! What'd'ya do ta him, lad? I've nevah seen 'merica be so..." Scotland thought for a few seconds. "Docile." 

America turned his head to face the two alcoholic countries, and stuck his tongue out.

"Am tired." America mumbled. Russia stopped walking. È

"сука, you spent the last days doing nothing, and sleeping."

(google translate//russian: cyka = bitch)

"Oh yeah. Meh." America shrugged Russia's comment off. 

"Yah gunna get laid today 'Merica?" Ireland asked, looking from Russia to America.

"Was that an offer?" America responded, his tone of voice sounding rather flirtatious.

Russia's eyes widened. He shouted, in Russian, quite obviously;

"сука, ты никого не трахаешь, пока мы все еще в наручниках!"

(google translate//russian: bitch, you are not fucking anybody while we are still handcuffed!)

That being said, Scotland's first reaction was to pull Ireland close to him and kiss him rather deeply. His second reaction, once the two pulled away, and as Scotland gazed lustfully into Ireland's eyes, was to say;

"The only one gettin' ya laid, luv, is me." 

That earned a chuckle from Ireland, and the two ran off without saying goodbye, Scotland clutching the bag of groceries he had gotten.

"...What just.... happened?" America whispered. Russia, not as shocked, continued walking once the two others had run off to one of their homes, for a little... fun-time session. Right.

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Russia, finally getting to his home's door, got the keys out of his pocket, slightly tugging on the handcuffs, causing America to cling even tighter with the one free arm he had to not fall off.

Suddenly, a rather loud shout caught Russia's attention. America perked his head up, signaling that, he too, had heard the sound. Russia walked over to the source of the noise, which just so happened to be located on the other street, at China's house.

Unsurprisingly, China was at his door.

North Korea was standing at the gate of China's garden, which led to the place China called home. South Korea as well stood there, besides his brother. 

"朝鲜可以来，但韩国可以留在外面离开！"

(google translate//simplified chinese: North Korea can come, but South Korea, you will stay outside and leave!)

South Korea began complaining, making it rather clear with his argument that the two had been arguing for some time now.

North Korea rolled his eye, and put one hand on his brother's shoulder.

"한국 부탁합니다."

(google translate//korean: South Korea, please.)

South Korea appeared suddenly rather torn. After all, North Korea only rarely said 'please'.

Finally, South Korea let in.

"Fine... But be back before midnight! Please, brother!" South Korea said.

North Korea shook his head, clearly planning on disobeying his brothers orders, or requests.

North Korea ceremoniously opened the gate, closed it, walked calmly over to China, and reached his hand out to hold China's hand. And with that, the two walked inside the house.

"Oh, Hey Russia! Hello America!" South Korea exclaimed happily, hiding his nervousness. The only sign of the korean being nervous was from how much he was biting his lip. And the uncertain look in his eyes.

But shush.

"Hey-o South! Wanna join me and Russia here?"

Russia glared at America.

"Uh... Will Japan be there?"

America thought for a few seconds. Russia, clearly seeing no way out of South Korea coming with them to his house, decided that two bored countries was worse than one bored country and two occupied countries. So, with the plan to invite Japan so she could distract South Korea, and hopefully America as well, while he did his work, he said;

"Call her."

And the three walked to the Slav's home, South Korea texting Japan.

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Otherwise, thanks!

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