Two Months of Pain

We're here

*Russia's pov*

Ah, finally. We are here at my place in Moscow. I open the door to let them in and show them around a bit, giving them rooms and roommates because my house doesn't have many spare bedrooms.

"Ok, so, I'll set up a place in my room for you to sleep China, North and Vietnam, you are sharing a room with each other and and finally Germs and the Pig are gonna share a room." " EXCUSE ME! I AM NOT A PIG!!" America retorts. "Then explain why you buy nearly half the supermarket when you go shopping? Hm?" America just glares at China after and just takes his stuff to the room I showed him.

The majority of us are settled in, China is making tea in the kitchen, Viet it reading a book, America is on his phone, North is, well, I'm not sure actually but ok and Germany is either doing paperwork in his room or still unpacking his stuff.

(Time skip to 3 days later)

Thud thud thud

"I'll get it!" I yelled and opened the door.

"Um, Mr Russia. Can I go see Mis- *cough* Mr America? please?" I'm not sure who this is but America buts in before I can respond.

*America's pov*

I heard a knock at the door and followed after Russia when he went to get it. As he opened the door, I could see it was my Paper Manager from the White House. He brings any important paperwork from the White House, that either only I can sort out of the president is just too busy to deal with before the due by date, to me and I usually hand them back personally after a UN Meeting.

"Um, Mr Russia. Can I go see Mis-" I send him a glare, translating that he was about to spill my secret "*cough* Mr America? please?" He quickly corrects himself and I go straight to him so that he isn't held up by Russia or anyone being suspicious.

"Yep, I'm right here Wally, I'm guessing that you'll have to go back soon?" I say before anyone can say a word. I can feel the cold and confused stares of the countries behind me and just quickly take the briefcase. "I'm afraid so sir, the 'Big Man himself' said that he would lighten your load and I will return at the the same time next week with the next batch. That is your deadline for however long this happens to be going on, until you return to the States." "Thank you Wally, I'll do my best." I reply with my best smile as I see Russia trying to take a peek at what is on the documents.

"As I'm sure you can do sir. Goodday." He waves as a ladder dropped down to let him into the helicopter. "Cya later!" I yell back.

"What was that about?" Nam asked from the living room where he was watching tv before. "Eh, it's nothin', just getting my first set of catchup work from Mr Presydante." I light-heartedly reply, not wanting it to seem like a big deal. Even though it's possibly something about taxes and another natural disaster happening. Which both, are really, REALLY big deals.

(Time skip again, yes, I know)

I was sat at a desk in me and Germany's shared room doing paperwork, "Ame, why are you all of a sudden deciding to do whatever this stuff is and not letting me help you? I would never have thought of you doing this..." Germany asked behind me, trying for the 20th time this evening to convince me to stop. "Well, doesn't this situation seem familiar to you?" I ask without taking my eyes away from the papers infront of me.

BUZZZZZZZZZ BUUUUZZZZZZZZ

I look down and see my phone vibrating. I look at the contact and excuse myself for a minute, the caller was Indiana and it was a FaceTime call too.

"Hey, baby, what's up with my lil girl tonight?" I ask once I'm sure I'm alone.

"Someone knocked Uncle Fed out and we're hungry!" "Well...I'll show ya in a bit." "Ok, love you mommy!" "Alright, bye sweety." I say and end the call. Well, looks like we're cooking at 3am.....again...

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I've finally finished the recovery of the first two chapters! ^^

I'm going to post a new chapter soon but for now I'm done.

(Who knew that simply having to rewrite 2 chapters as close to the original as possible would take 5 hours?)

Either way, cya in the next chapter.