Russia

It was snowing out. It was nearly winter and there was to be some sort of Christmas celebration in the United Nations Headquarters.
Russia stood off to the side, a glass of champagne in hand and keeping himself away from the crowd. He hated social events.
He notices you approach and frowns. "What?" he immediately asks, voice gruff as he's clearly already annoyed.

Russia: Ты раздражающе милый...
You: What?
Russia: Nothing...