Wild Animals

1: Not quite friends,

*+*November 2019*+*
*America's Pov*

I look out the car window at the snow-covered landscape. It would be peaceful if my siblings weren't yelling about random things.

USA, or Sam as he likes to be called, is complaining that he wasn't allowed to fly ahead while Britain is saying it's too cold.

Canada and I look at each other. The meeting is in his territory.

Technically Canada and Mexico, as well as the Central American countries are our siblings. We were here before the Europeans found us. The South American countries are cousins of ours.

Britain took Canada and I, while Spain took Mexico and several of our cousins, giving the rest to Portugal.

Aussie and Kiwi are related to a bunch of countries in Oceana. Sam is Britain's only biological kid.

Sam is an asshole. Both Nada and I are trans men, but he refuses to believe us. Britain, despite being an asshole to us sometimes, genders us correctly.

Aussie and Kiwi are yelling about cool ocean life in the back of the van.

I ask Nada "How long until we get there?"

"Only three more minutes." I sigh with slight relief. "I can't wait to get out of the car and stretch my legs."

Soon, we're here. We all scramble to get out and run inside. UN is directing people to their seats.

I'm sitting next to Russia. There's no one on his other side because that's where the seats end.

Several counties heard that I was the unlucky one stuck next to Russia.

I walk over to Russia, who looks extremely tired. I can't get past him to my seat.

I'm terrified, but I gently tap his shoulder. He looks up. "What."

"I-I um.. need to get to my seat."

He picks me up and drops me in my seat, then yawns and starts falling asleep. I can feel people staring. Not everyone is, but there's a lot.

After everyone gets here and Nada makes sure all the reptilian and amphibian countries are warm enough, we start the meeting.

UN looks over at Russia, who's asleep. "America, can you wake him up please?"

I look at Russia, then shake him a bit. He wakes um. "Hmmm..?"

"Uh-" UN cuts me off. "Russia, you need to be awake for the meeting."

Russia tiredly rolls his eyes, but sits up more.

UN continues with the meeting. Russia looks down at me, then moves his hand up. I prepare for something bad, but he starts petting my hair.

I just freeze up. He hums lowly, petting my hair gently.

I look around and see several countries staring. UN says "Russia."

He doesn't notice.

"Russia!"

Still doesn't notice.