plops down at the bar next to him. He really needs some vodka.

eyes the other nation. "Drinking away sadness?"

shakes his head. "Nyet, tiredness. It's been very busy, not much of a chance to relax~ You?"

shrugs. "Shit happens."

tilts his head, interested. "Da, it does. What kind of shit, hm~?

"

finishes a beer. "Eh, nothing too important."

downs a vodka in record time. "If that was the case, little Romanaia would not be drinking, da?"

twitches. This guy... "I drink."