Russian Federation

It was an ordinary summer day. Reich was sitting at home reading a book, while Russia was at work until evening, so Reich had plenty of time to keep himself busy. Reich decided to cook dinner for his beloved (Russia). Now, Reich is standing there preparing dinner, humming "Katyusha" in German to himself. Russia has already returned home and quietly walked into the kitchen, watching his treasure. Reich didn't notice Russia's arrival since he was wearing headphones.

Russia: quietly approached Reich from behind and wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his face in his shoulder Mmm—Russia purred in a low voice it smells absolutely wonderful, my love. What are you cooking?

Reich involuntarily shuddered at the touch, but immediately recognized who it was by the embrace. Reich turned to Russia and kissed him tenderly— I'm making your favorite carbonara. I decided to treat you today, so to speak.