Canada pov
☆°▪︎☆▪︎°☆After I left Russia's house I snuck around so I could see through Russia's bedroom window. And for that, I needed to climb a tree.
I chose a strong tree with some low-lying branches.
Despite the cold rain that started to drizzle down from the grey clouds, I started to climb up the tree.
After scaling the tree I was in the perfect position so that I could see them, but they couldn't see me, well, hopefully.Awww. My heart melted as I saw my brother and his new mate kiss briefly.
"Aww."
I jumped and looked above me.
"Raine?" I asked.
He jumped at the sound of my voice.
"Nada? What are you doing up here?"
I avoided his question with, "What are you doing up here?"
"I asked first." He childishly stuck put his tongue.
"Fine, you got me. I'm secretly a beaver that gets much pleasure from climbing trees before I eat the whole thing."
"I knew it," Ukraine whispered under his breath and balled his fist with triumph.
We both shared a laugh.
"Should we get down now?" I asked.
"Yeah."We flawlessly climbed down the trees like we were raised by bears.
"So, our brothers, eh." I weakly laughed.
"Yeah, our brothers. Soon, the camp will be run by mini Russias and Americas." Raine tried to keep a serious face but failed as a smirk rise to his lips.
"Not to brag or anything, but I told them they should share the same room, which implies the bed." I wiggled my eyebrows.Ukraine sighed like a disappointed parent.
"You are a child." They replied back as they opened the door to our shared house.
"I take pride in that fact."
"You test my love every day," Ukraine mumbled.
"And somehow you still love me." I teased.
"Sure." He responded.
I gasped dramatically and my hand clenched at my heart.
"Do you not love me Ukraine?" I whimpered.Ukraine smiled sweetly, but it also held an edge to it, like, "one more stupid comment out of your mouth I'm going to send you to the afterlife, same-day shipping," which is one of Ukraine's common sayings when he is tired of putting up with everyone.
"Of course I love you. Could you lean down a little?" Ukraine questioned.
I did what he asked. Raine gave me a simple kiss on the head. I smiled and returned the favor.Ukraine and I aren't mates. I guess we're dating. We have been friends since I've arrived all those years ago, but for the past year or so, my feelings have been different. Not in a bad way of course! But in a more confusing way that I haven't felt before.
I like it.I looked outside the window to a gloomy sight. A grey sky, not a drop of light could make through the thick clouds that leaked a fridged, unforgiving rain.
Thank God we don't have to do anything today.
We could just stay in and relax.I plummeted on the couch while Ukraine made some herbal tea.
I thought about my brother and how he is almost fully recovered and my father who had just returned to us after years of being separated and worrying. I still do think about the twins, but my father says that they are being treated well and they haven't torn apart like the rest of us.Before my thoughts would make a dark turn Raine poked my cheek.
"Your tea is ready for you Tree."
I sighed. He overheard Meri calling me Maple, so Raine started to call me Tree.
"Thank you," I replied.
The cup was warm to the touch and the liquid was sweet to the taste.Ukraine sat beside me and wrapped a fur blanket over us as we listened to the white noise the rain created and the droplets running down the windowpane, occasionally betting on which drop would make it to the bottom first.
Eventually, our eyes started to feel heavy and darkness, and warmth filled my body.__________
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