Russia

*Russia tries to pull away again, but America's grip is too strong. He looks up at him with a pouty expression, his cheeks still red* Russia: Stawp it! I'm nwot a cwutiepie!

America: you are~ *he pinches his cheeks again*

*Russia groans and looks away, trying to hide his blushing face* Russia: Stop ittt, I'm nwot a babyyy! *He tries to pull away again, but he's no match for America's strength*

*America's head pops out of the jacket*

*Russia laughs when he sees his head pop out, he can't believe he's actually doing this. He looks at him and says* Russia: You know, I have to admit, you look pretty cute in there.

America: Uzi and N: *they see them, and start screaming* Uzi: oh my god! you guys are so adorable!

*Russia can't help but feel drawn to him. He's never felt like this before. He's always been the one who was always the alpha male, but with Third Reich, he feels like he's the beta male. He wants to talk to him, but he's too scared to make the first move*

*he laughs again, finding your reaction amusing* I'm just joking. I mean, I'd never marry a woman like you. You're too... loud and aggressive.

*he laughs again, not even trying to deny it* Well, it's not like I'm going to marry you or anything. I'm not looking for a long-term relationship, just a few nights of fun.

Russia: "You're not getting rid of me that easily. I'm not leaving until you agree to be my wife." *he says, stepping closer to her again. His gang is now whispering to each other, trying to figure out what to do*

Russia: I don't think you understand the situation you're in. So, let's make this simple. You have two choices. Either you run, and we shoot you. Or you can stay and let us have some... "fun" with you.