Random One Shots

Fluff

Y'all I'm feeling like shit but it's also almost midnight so don't expect anything good from me.

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Russia lay flat on his stomach. He felt like shit, couldn't focus on shit, and doing anything made him feel more like shit. He just wanted a boyfriend. Someone who would make him feel better and he could cuddle and kiss goodnight. Someone who would make him feel better about the possibility of shots.

Russia wanted to sing, but even mouthing the words to a song made him feel worse. He would never have a voice as beautiful or deep as them afterall. And he sounded too much like female singers.

Apparently what he was going through was executive disfunction  mixed with Dysphoria. Or, slow fast. It's really bad ™. Russia hated it so much, not like he could do anything in his position. Even moving would remind him of tits. He just felt like utter shit and wanted to crawl into a warm hole and wake up in a male body. Was that too hard to ask?

He felt so just aweful. Someone knocked at his door and he let out a loud groan to let them know he was there. The door opened.

"Russ? You okay?"

Russia made a low groan in response. It didn't make him feel quite as much like shit as any other noise to come out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry dear." Canada came in and gently rubbed Russia's back. "Is it Dysphoria?" Russia nodded in response.

"I cannot believe my manly man boyfriend is feeling so aweful about his total masculinity. I mean, you are such a wonderful man to date. Like, you're practically a Prince honestly, and a hot one at that. Can you look at me real quick?"

Russia was starting to smile and he turned to look at Canada who gently put his hands on Russia's face.

"Look at this face. It's such a manly face, especially with that smile on it." Russia started to laugh making Canada smile a lot.

"Feel better dear?"

"Yeah."

"I'm glad Russ. You're an amazing Boyfriend."

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I wish that was me being comforted by Canada.