。・°°RUSSIA°°・。

You and Russia were friends, although you weren't like friends since childhood, but you were like best friends.
Russia, as usual, was walking through the streets of Moscow with his vodka in his hand, he was serious and bitter as always, and since he was the oldest of the brothers, he had no choice but to go out so as not to hear his brothers' screams (clearly he doesn't want to see anyone, not even his brothers).
You, as you were one of his best friends, by the logic of the stories, you run into him on the street and you greet him

(Continue the story as you want, you can change it if you don't like it🌠)