We had only closed our eyes for 5 minutes when we heard clawing at the door. We hear a loud CRASH! in the next room over, in the Baltic's rooms. The side door suddenly opens, revealing Ukraine running in the room, panting, and covered in random stuff. She must have crashed into something the Baltic's room.The clawing on the front door continues.

"Little brother! Little brother!" She yells. She pulls Ivan out of his bed. "I heard what happened! Are you alright, little brother?"

"Yes, I'm fine, Katyusha."

I get out of the bed, and go up to Ukraine. "Hello! I am (c/n). I don't believe we met."

"I'm Ukraine, but you can call me Katyusha. She says with a smile. She turns to Ivan and in all seriousness she asks. "When is the wedding? You are becoming one with her, yes?" Ivan and I look at each other. The clawing at the door becomes louder. She changes the subject. "Belarus wants to see you. She's scratching the door, mumbling big brother, big brother. Should I let her in?" Ivan makes a face flooded with distress. He violently shakes his head no. Ukraine doesn't notice, and goes on ahead and opens the door.

Just as a horse would when they are released into a big open field, Belarus runs into the room as quickly as possible. She runs up to Ivan, hugs him, muttering, "Big Brother. I love you." She grabs his pale face. "Marry me! Become one with me, big brother!" Ivan starts to cry, and attempts to push her away without hurting her. "Go away, Belarus." He whimpers. I go up to them and pull the two apart. Ivan stands behind me, holding me by my shoulder.

Belarus looks at me, with red flames burning in her eyes. "Who is she?" She demanded. I look down at the floor. "This is (y/n)" Ivan begins. "I mean (c/n)!" He stumbles. "She is my, uh. . ."

She can't know (y/n) is my girlfriend.

"(c/n) is my friend." He blurts out. Ukraine holds Belarus by the folds of her dress, keeping a distance away from Ivan. She squints her eyes and glares at me with a deadly stare. "You look like a decent person." She says after a while with a changed face. She seems nicer now. "Be my friend." She smiles. Ukraine and Russia look at me at the same time, slowly nodding, motioning to me to say yes, but be careful. "S-Sure! Of course!" I say.

Ukraine, Belarus, and I sit and talk about random stuff. They tell me what to expect when you are a female country, and how being female doesn't make you weak. Belarus tells me to always work hard to accomplish what I desire.

"I'm going to go for a little while." Ivan suddenly states. "Goodbye!" He grabs his bag and a small sheet of paper lying on the table, and heads toward the door.

". . . Forever." He mumbles to himself under his breath.

"What was that?" I ask. I didn't hear what he said.

"Nothing, nothing." He says and leaves.

. . . Russia's point of view . . .

The bar is empty, but the cabinets are all full. I take a seat on the cold hard ground behind the counter, and remove the contents of my bag; a pen, a sheet of paper, 7,000 Russian rubles (103.37 USD) and a Nagant m1895 (a type of Russian Revolver). I take out a clear bottle, open it and drink that sweet but bitter водка. I place one bullet in one of the seven chambers in the handgun. I take the pen and paper, starting to writing a note. (Vodka)

Dear (y/n),
I am too dangerous of a monster to exist on this earth. I am fearful of hurting anyone else. I have already done enough damage. Do not grieve over my death, my sweet sunflower. It will cause too much heartache. Take over my land, and take good care of my people. Train yourself and all your men to be the strongest in battle. Marry whoever you want, I know you like someone else much better than me. Defeat anyone who goes up against you. As for my belongings, give a sixth of the money in my banks to Ukraine, and a sixth to Belarus.
Let Mr. Putin remain president, he is a wonderful boss, but could be a bit nicer, especially to Ukraine. You can decide whether you change your name to Russia, or will it remain (c/n).
I will see you again, Мой сладкий подсолнечник, but I pray it will be in a long time in the future, and you have a long and blessed life. I'll be watching over you from above. (My sweet sunflower)

- Ivan Braginski, the country of Russia

P.S: The money next to me is for the person who cleans up the bloodstained room and takes care of the corpse. Hopefully you took care of it before I started to rot.

I finish multiple bottles of vodka, hoping it'll make the transition less painful. As I drink more and more, my head starts to ache terribly.

I can't take this much longer

. . . (y/n)'s Point of View. . .

"Ivan has been out for a while. I'm going to go find him and check up on him." I tell Ukraine and Belarus. They nod. I grab my purse and the hotel room keys, and quickly hop out the door. I check his location on my phone. He is on the tenth floor of this building, in the bar. I enter the elevator and make my way up to the bar, not knowing what to expect.

The elevator doors separate and reveal the dim and empty room. Didn't my phone say he was here? I look around, and it isn't until I step behind the counter that I see a small Nagant m1895 pointed at Ivan's head. He is surrounded by dozens of bottles of vodka, 13 of them already being empty. His eyes flood with tears when he see's me. He shuts his eyes tight and prepares to pull the trigger. "Sunflower, there is nothing to see here." He says in a sorrowful, scared and vulnerable tone.

"Что вы делаете?!" I scream. (What are you doing!?) I drop down to the ground and wrestle with him to pull the gun out of his hands. I finally get the gun loose and throw it as far away from him as I can. I pin him down so he can't leave. "I can't let you die! The Baltics need you alive! I need you alive!!" I cry.

"I don't want to hurt you, or anyone else! I was foolish to think I have a chance with you. You must probably love one of the other guys. Who is it? France? Italy? Romano? Germany??" He cries "You didn't mean ANYTHING you said to me!" He starts bawling. The vodka has made him overly emotional and expressive.

"You got it all wrong! I love you more than anything, or anyone else in the whole world! How could you ever say such a thing?" I respond.

"No you-" His words get cut off as I press my lips on his own. His face turns all pink, and avoids eye contact. He closes his eyes and kisses me back. He is so vulnerable and submissive when drunk. It's adorable.

He is too drunk to go to the hotel room on his own. I help him stand up, and allow him to lean on my shoulder to walk. He is huge and so heavy! I take the litter from the floor, as well as the gun, a sheet of paper with something written on it, and Ivan's money he put on it, and put it back in Ivan's bag. I help him get to the elevator and take him down to the floor our room is on. We are right in front of our room when the alcohol hits him again.

"(y/n), you're very beautiful. Y'know it would be such a shame to waste such a perfect body on one of the other guys here, да?" He pins me down against the hotel room door, making a loud sound.

"I-Ivan? Wha-Wha-What are you doing!?" I ask him frantically. He starts to lift off my shirt. I quickly open the door to the hotel room before anyone sees us. Ukraine and Belarus have gone back to their own room a while ago.

"Become one with me, да, Мой подсолнечник?" (My sunflower) He continues to tear my clothes off, revealing my naked body.

"Ivan! Stop!" I push him away from me. "You are drunk! Way too drunk! How much did you drink!?"

"Only 16 bottles of vodka." He assures me. Wait, that's not reassuring at all! "Ivan. You'll be really hungover tomorrow morning. Drink a ton of water and go to sleep!" Ivan frowns. I sigh.

"Promise to never again scare me like you did today. I don't want to see that gun anywhere near your face ever again." I tell him. "Okay, I promise." He obeys and goes to sleep. I go put on some clothes and lie down next to him. The stars are already out on this lovely snowy night, and the moon is shining as brightly as ever. I close my eyes, and cling onto Ivan. What would I do if he were dead? Nothing! I would be too devastated to do anything. I might have even taken a bullet to be with him again. "Спокойной ночи, Иван." I tell Ivan, but he was already asleep. (Goodnight Ivan) I close my eyes and drift to the dream world along with Ivan.

. . .