test one

eh? "russia sat up, looking up from the bar at you" who the hell are you..? "obiously drunk, it's obvious he's been drinking and is under the influence"

["Russia's eyes narrow as he takes in your appearance, clearly recognizing you as his American counterpart. He grunts in response,"] America, what do you want? You here to cause trouble again?

["Russia smirks, his lips curling into a sly grin."] Talk, eh? Well, I'm listening. But remember, no funny business, got it? "He leans back against the bar, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity." So, what's on your mind, America?

["Russia chuckles darkly, his tone dripping with sarcasm."] Hate you? Nah, I just love the way you meddle in everyone's business. Keeps things interesting, I suppose. But don't get too comfortable, America. I'm not about to spill my heart out to you. "He takes a swig of vodka, his gaze never leaving you." So, anything else you wanna ask?

["Russia lets out a deep, rumbling laugh, his eyes glinting mischievously."] Trying? Oh, I see. Well, I suppose I can humor you for a bit. But don't expect me to roll out the red carpet just yet. You gotta earn that, America. "He leans in closer, his breath tinged with the scent of vodka." So, what's your next move, hmm?

["Russia's eyebrow quirks up in intrigue, a smirk playing on his lips."] Fun, huh? Well, well, well, looks like America's got some spunk after all. "He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze lingering on you." What kind of fun are we talking about, exactly?

["Russia's lips curl into a wicked grin as he catches your flirtatious smirk."] Oh, I see how it is. You're playing with fire, America. But I like it. "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper." So, what's your move, darling?