The large group of people gathered together in the room.
You felt out of place and waited for something to happen.
Suddenly, America stepped in and smiled. "Hey guys! You ready for this shit? It's gonna be great! Ohh, looky here who came! If it isn't ___-chan." America gave you a thumbs up.
"Ready for this?" You nodded and walked over to the crowed gathered around a bucket.
They let you go first...you felt around in the bucket and finally lifted your hand.
It was Russia. You got Russia's name! You shivered. Russia didn't seem like the most trustworthy person.
"Oh, would you look at that?" A smiling Russia was behind you, his hands on your shoulders. "I guess we go and have some fun, yes?" He patted you and half-dragged you to the closet. "Oh, this is going to be fun, I tell..." As he walked into the closet, he plopped down to the floor and smiled at you...that creepy aura surrounding him. "So, we do what now?" He looked confused.
"W-well, as you said...have fun." You were afraid of what he'd do for fun...but you knew the others wouldn't just let you get hurt. You took a deep breath and swallowed hard, waiting for his response.
"Ok, and what do you do fun? I usually mess with Latvia, I like to apply pressure to his head..or stretch him out when he feels short. Is that fun?" He smiled again, that creepy aura...it made you so uncomfortable.
"Not quite. It's just you and me having fun...and I'd rather not have to endure what Latvia does, if that's ok." You could tell your eyes were wide with fear and anxiety. "B-but maybe we could just understand each other better...b-be friends?"
"Friends? Ohh, so you want to become one with Russia? I am okay with that. Is good idea. Is very good idea." He reached for you.
"T-That isn't what I meant at all! I meant talk and learn stuff about one another, not steal me! That's just weird!" You covered your mouth and braced yourself. You just lashed out on Russia. You knew that wasn't a good idea.
"O-oh...is ok. I'm sorry." Did Russia just...apologize to you? And at that, did he really just back down? "Is just, I like you. Not like I like the others for their vital regions. I actually do like you..." Russia twiddled his thumbs while stating at the floor. "I didn't mean to frighten you...if you want, I'll treat you to vodka...if you want some. And no, is not to get you drunk..." He seemed serious. Maybe after all, he was just a big teddy bear...maybe he was just misunderstood.
"No. It's ok..." You took your chances and hugged him. "I like you too. I'm sorry for lashing out." You squinted your eyes, you couldn't help but be afraid. But you felt arms wrap around you. Gently, but strong, strong enough to protect you from anyone. The feeling was the most amazing thing you had ever felt.
"I'm glad you said that." He curled your hair in his fingers. "I would like to take you somewhere...is ok?"
"Yes, s-sure." You couldn't help it. You felt your face brighten. "I'd love to."
The door creeped open.
"I-is it-a safe?" Italy peered in. He ran soon after, obviously afraid. Russia took you out of the closet. You were still glued to him like super glue. The glue was his arms. He wouldn't let you go.
"Umm, maaaan...____ lost her mind. Did she ...give herself to him, man what the hell?!"
"Yes, is mine. Be "jello", America." Russia smiled and took you away from the party.