One shot book (Country humans)

¿Gray or Colorful?-pt2

Warning: ⚠️Sucide theme, and smoking

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(The next morning)

Russia got all dressed for work one final time. He went back and forth on wearing the dorky pride pin that his sister Ukraine used to own. It brought back many fun memories ; nostalgic as you would call it.

Russia chuckled at all the memories of Ukraine bursting in and stealing all his clothes. He would act like he didn't care but he secretly love it. He secretly loved that he and his younger sister could agree on one thing which was their fashion sense. Perhaps it was just because his clothes fit her, but Russia rather remember him and his sister on good terms.

The phone rang knocking Russia out of his daydream of the past. Russia was quick to answer it. It was his boss.

"Hey I was wondering if could stop by my office later today so we could have a private chat".

"Uh sure Sir lemme get vodka so we have something to drink", Russia said on the other line.

"Oh..
WOW...
yeah some acholol other then Whiskey would be preferred
Thank you"

"Now that is all?, Russia said pouring himself a cup right now forgetting he would have to drive later.

"Yeah -chuckles- that would be all".

Russia hung up and got his briefcase together. He usually wasn't this fancy with going to work but he thought since it was his last , it might as well be his best. He even added a little bow to his suit. Belltrus would love this. If only she stayed in the country ,but oh well she will have to attend the funeral anyway.

Now all prep and nice looking , Russia walked outside his own apartment. It quite funny actually. He didn't even realize he completely all of his goals subconsciously and only now ,when his life is nearing to an end , is he realizing it. He made it out of that dreadful house and away from his miserable father. He made his 2 siblings proud and now it is soon time to join them.

Russia walked down the stairs and into the parking lot. On his left he had his briefcase with vodka and on his right he had his keys. He was ready for work. He started the engine and drove away towards work like never before.

(Timeskip)

When he arrived at the building, he parked the car and walked into those 2 glass doodoors. He was happy. He could say goodbye to everyone is everything dear to him. However not everyone was in that same cheer mood, but that didn't bugg the Russian he wasn't gonna leave them behind anyway.

Russia made his way to his desk and sat down on his chair. He wrote out a long note saying his condolences and getting it all out of the way and saving it in drafts. Just in case the police checked everything they could see the digital note.

Russia then grabbed the briefcase with the acololic beverage and went to his boss's office. He didn't care if he got in trouble. It was his last day anyway so why shouldn't he live it like the high life?

(Warning this is gonna get more lazy and chaotic until we get to the office)

Russia soon approached the elevator which had a line so he decided. . .

He would take the bloody stairs!!!

Russia then runs up them like the Flash. When he finally made it up, he was weazimg like a mom. He then Russian walked all the way to the office , and slammed the door open. Oh Yeah ~

(Okay craziness is over)

"What the f*ck Russia?!" his boss yelled jeering up a bit when the door slammed.

"Ready to drink comrade?", Russia said as he shook the briefcase.

Russia's boss was quiet for a second before responding with a cheerily chuckle and a raise with beer.
"Come on in Chum", he said loudly still chuckling.

Russ then sat infront of his boss. He had never seen him more ...lose. it was almost terrifying.

"Alright show me what's ya got", the boss said leaning back in his wheeled chair.

Russia slowly opened the case to reveal one vodka bottle and 2 shot glasses. He smiled their were gonna have a blast. Russia then cleared his throat and spoke "2 shots cups and 1 vodka bottle".

His boss chuckled. "You Slavics and your vodka", Mr. Boss shook his head mostly speaking to himself. He reached for one of his drawers.
"Ya smoke?" , he asked.

Russia was gonna respond with a quick "no" ,but it is not like it could affect him past today soo. "No but I have been wanting to try one", Russia replied instead.

"Hmm I guess I am probably the most responsible person for you to do it with", his boss said. He got out another cigarette and lighter. "Alright so you hold it like this" , he smiles, "and you lighter this side".

Russia got cigarette with his two fingers and light the another end. It was kinda obvious what to do know though he was slowly regretting his choice.

"Is is alright take your time. I qas scared my first time too", his boss reassured him.

The room was filled with laughter as Russia coughed out his first puff in. "Is this one sick joke?", Russia coughed out.

"No it just more then expected kid", his boss calmed down, " you start getting used to it after the third or second cigar. His boss took another puff in.

The door swing opened but it didn't slam. "Mr. BRIC your appointment with Brasilia is in 5 minutes ", Cina said as she then reclosed the door.

"I think that is your cue to leave. ", BRIC said ushering Russia to leave, "you know what take the day off "

Russia stood up to and pushed his chair in. He saw a picture of his dad with a younger looking man. Was this the mystery man?

"That there is a picture of a good friend of mine though he sadly disappeared and we haven't talked since", BRIC said pointing to Soviet.

"O-Oh blyat" Russia soon forgot how to speak English.

"Is there something wrong?", BRIC asked.

Russia took a deep breath before saying , "Da he was my NaNa".

"NaNa?" , BRIC repeated in a confused tone.

"He.Is.My.Dad.", Russia repeated slowly

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Don't worry there will be part 3 .
No this will not become a book until I am finished with all parts. If I finish that is. Alright the darker it gets into the darkness we go