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Fuck, he thought, as he stumbled into the bathroom. Russia had had way too many Red Bull vodka’s, and now he was paying the price. He went into the stall, and started throwing up, when he heard a voice come into the bathroom.
“Oh shit,” the deep voice said, as he fell against the sink. Russia peeked out the stall, and with his blurry vision he saw the hottest guy he had ever seen. He had a red shirt and white pants on, with pale blue eyes and the lightest skin Russia had ever seen. Russia, thinking that he was being slick, fell out of the stall and went over to the sink that the guy was at.
“H-hi,” Russia said, stumbling over his words. Oh shit, he thought, as the guy looked over him.
“Hey there, I'm Poland,” the guy in red said. When he talked, his eyes brightened as his mouth moved. God, he's so hot, Poland thought, but played it cool and stayed non-chalant.
“Poland. What a nice name. My name is Russia,” Russia stated. They stared at each other for a second, intently locking eyes. Russia ran his eyes from Poland’s down to his crotch, where he could see change starting to happen. Shit, I might be getting stiff too, thought Russia, but he had more sense to wear pants that better hid it. Sensing he was aroused, Poland started to pull himself closer to Russia.
The tension was clearly there as Russia leaned into Poland. He could now smell the soft hint of rum on his teeth, as he put his hands on Poland’s waist. Poland suddenly pulled Russia’s head into his, bonding their teeth together in a storm in saliva. Tongues and teeth clashing, Poland could now clearly taste the vodka and Red Bull Sea Blue mix. With even more saliva, Russia pushed Poland against the wall. Poland went along with it, and let Russia pull him off the ground. Poland, not wanting another thing the the hookup with Germany in the 30’s, he proceeds to fight back and bites Russia’s bottom lip.
They split, staring into each other's eyes. Poland, feeling the intent heat, thought, well, if we’re gonna do this we better do it properly, and called an uber. The whole way back to his place, Poland couldn't get his hand off of Russia's thigh. God, I hope he likes this, Poland thought to himself.
God, I love this, Russia thought to himself as Poland sat there stroking his thigh. I want him all over me, thought Russia, but he resisted the urges and just sat there getting stiff.
The car came to a stop, and Poland rushed out of the car, but Russia stayed for a second. Do I really want to do this, he thought, but as he saw Poland walk to his door, something awakened in him and he got out of the car.