We Are One | Countryhumans Rusame Story

• Chapter 4 : Middle Name •

•Chapter Cover By: @K_zerox_0 (Tumblr)

•Note: I might start updating at later times, since my end of year exams are coming up, but I'll spend more time trying to improve the quality of these Chapters! :D

Also, most Region/Country/State/etc.Humans have middle names to properly identify and file them down.

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• Later that Night – Russia's POV – 3rd Person •

Russia was putting on casual clothes. It had taken awhile since Soviet kept making comments.

'Is this outfit good?'
'Somewhat decent. Add an accessory or something.'

Russia looked through his closet. He found an old Ushanka. It was had this metal badge in the top and the middle of the ushanka. On the badge it had with gold vines lines and a star in the middle.

'That! Where'd you get it from?'
'Apparently it was my father's.'
'Wear it, it looks good.'

Russia put it on and admired himself in the mirror. It was good!
He grabbed his wallet and wished his brother and the children goodbye.

Russia found the McDonalds and saw America.
"You want to order?" America grinned, looking up at him smiling.

Russia nodded and they just got some fries, drinks and a burger.
The two had a nice conversation.

"Yeah, my family didn't like the fact I was a waiter and wanted me to do something that would be better." Russia exclaimed.

"What did you study?" America asked, once he swallowed a bite of his food.

"PhD in Psychology and a Foundation degree in English literature." Russia replied, sipping from the straw of his drink.

"You know the Hero Company? They're hiring Psychotherapists and your degree is pretty good for that! They pay a lot from what I've heard." He suggested.

'What?! Russia, you better get that damn job!'
'And let you get info?!'
'I promise I won't! I just want to look around! Please, I promise!'

Russia ignored him and him and America finished the food and went walking around.
Russia didn't do much talking, but he happily listened to the shorter man, smiling and nodding, commenting every once and awhile.

"Mind exchanging numbers?" He asked, puling his phone out, ready.

"Sure! We can plan future events!" America smiled.

The two talked a little more, and said their goodbyes, returning to their homes. Russia came home, and it was pretty late. His brother didn't mind, since he came back, pretty excited with what happened.
What caught his attention was the job offer.

"Oh, my, goodness, Russia! You should take it! It would be high paying and you can get your life together!" He grinned.

"Yeah, and I won't have to take care of your devil children!" Russia joked.

"Your just jealous because they beat you when you attempted to have a boxing match with them!" He reminded, giggling.

Russia laughed along with him, and he quickly went over to the computer, sending his application.

• Fourteen Days Later – The Hero building •

Russia was stood in the lobby, in a casual brown suit, a small black suitcase. He had sent his job offer and had his interview and was thankfully accepted.