Anareka

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. I DO OWN THIS STORY.     Russia held the vodka in his hand. He smiled and looked at his little sister. "Thank you Belarus. But... You didn't drug it again, did you? Last time I drank one of your gifts, I woke up in your basement!"     "No..." she said, barely still being able to speak in the same tone and manner as she always has spoken to her beloved brother.     "Well in that case," the Russian smiled and walked to the kitchen to get glasses. "Let's share it!" He smirked as he continued to suspect his little sister. 'Let's see if she lies.' he thought.     She thought up a reason to decline, still keeping her cool