Quick A/N: DOES ANYONE KNOW WHY THIS IS ALL SPACING TOGETHER!!?!?!??!? Also just in case anybody didn't know this fanfic loosely follows the main plot obviously, but I got a question so I thought I make an A/n about it. aNYwayS cONTInuE....
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"..up"



"...wake up."



"(Y/N) waKE UP!" screeched Yurio successfully jolting me out of my precious slumber. (A/N: For some reason, I wrote cucumber instead of slumber lol XD)



Glaring up at the male from my position on his shoulder I ask him "Why?" to which he responds with "My shoulder was getting numb."



Rolling my eyes I sat upright in my seat and not even a minute later the stewardess came out and started speaking.



"Ladies and gentlemen, we have started our descent. In preparation for landing, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seatbelt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely parked at the gate. The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to pick up any remaining cups and glasses."



All of us followed the women's instructions and waited eagerly for the flight to be over.



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After we landed and found our luggage we all agreed that we were hungry, so we decided to go to a hot pot restaurant nearby.



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Your eyebrow twitched for what it seemed like the millionth time in the past five minutes. Viktor was currently drunk and had been hitting on you with cheesy Olympic pickup lines all while clinging to Yuri....poor Yuri. (A/N: Yeah poor Yuri ;D )



"Hey (Y/n)-chan~~"



'Oh god here we go.' I inhaled, then exhaled before responded with a "Yes Viktor?"



"*drunk giggle* I may be Russian into things, but would it be sochieesy to ask for your number?~"



"Viktor you already have my phone number."



" Are you an ice skater-"



"Obviously I-"



" 'cuz damn what a figure~"



You gave a sigh knowing he wouldn't stop so why even try? As you were fixing to speak you were interrupted by a what looked like a Thai male (A/N: Is that the proper term???)



"Phichit!?" said a startled Yuri



"Hey, Yuri!!" replied the male I now know as Phichit.



"Yuri, is he your friend?" I asked curiously.



Phichit now noticing my presence turns towards me with a smile while sticking his hand out for me to shake.



"I'm Phichit Chulanont it's nice to meet you, um...excuse me what's your name?"



Giving him a smile back I introduced myself, and Yuki who was currently taking pictures of Yuri, and Viktor who now had his shirt off.



'When did he?' I thought while sweatdropping. Looking back at Phitchit I see he's also taking pictures of the two. Next, I turn my attention to Yurio who was sitting as far away as he could from the Japanese, and other Russian males.



In the end, Phichit, and Yuki had some pretty interesting pictures of the two of them. We said our goodbyes, as we left the restaurant dragging a drunk Viktor behind me.



"(Y/n)-chan~"



"Yes, Viktor?" I replied, but I received wasn't words just a hug which I returned. I'm not sure if he sobered up a bit, or not but he seems calmer than before.



'Well, I guess he's not so bad.'



Is what I thought until he barfed on my shoes, and passed out in my arms.



'I'm going to kill him.'





Little did Viktor know that this night might be his last. Rest In Peace world's sexiest Russian.
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Note de l'auteur: Sorry this took so long...nine days ;^; and it's shorter than usual!! I hope you like this garbage chapter that I have produced. Feedback is appreciated ;3. Hope you found a way to enjoy this. Until next time.

~Otaku-chin out~