"Anglija is very funny to drink with. But he is troublesome, also." It is the entire story in two simple sentences, two truisms he knows they can both agree to. England can be pleasing in deeper and more profound ways, certainly - Russia knows how well the little island is not human, how he loves to wear the face and adopt the gestures, to act like the ones who do not know what it is to feel a heart burn to brittle char again and again. But he has felt it, and he is a creature, an ageless and canny creature that even in this time lifts his defiant chin to Germany as he lifted it to Rome.

He is also a drunk, and therefore amusing, but not without his dangers. Russia is still a little chagrined that he forgot that second part so easily.

"Maybe I will be here a long time. Maybe I will be gone tomorrow. I do not know." He shrugs lightly, smiling for his younger counterpart.