✿ Forget-Me-Nots - A Sovame Story ✿

Chapter 1 ~The Messy Meeting~ U.S P.O.V

He intensely glared at the other man from across the meeting table. The bright room was ironically stuffed with dread and boredom to the point you couldn't breathe, as if nobody wanted to be there— which nobody did.

Somebody was talking. Who? He had no idea. This staring contest with the communist was starting to annoy him. "Hey!" He heard a French accent call out, snapping his fingers at the same time.

Both the He and Russian turned their withering look to the Parisian. "I'm talking and you two are just lovingly gazing into the eyes of each other! How foolish." France noted sarcastically. "What the hell did you just say?" He cursed. "America, watch your language." Britain calmly said while giving him a lazy side-eye. The American looked back at the Russian who was still staring daggers into his eyes.

"Relax, I was joking. That would be distasteful if you were." France remarked, rolling his eyes afterward. "Got that damn right." He spat angrily and Britain gave him a nasty glare in response. "Back to what I was saying." The French said. He rubbed his nose bridge in annoyance. He just wanted to be in the loving comfort of his abode right about now. He couldn't help but ponder that a nice cup of coffee would be perfect right about now.

He looked back up to see the Russian staring at him once again. God can this commie just knock it off? He decided that it would be perfectly sensible and not childish to discreetly give him the middle finger. His smirk was full of pride from seeing the Russian's nose crinkle in rage. He knew he was acting immature but he felt as if he needed this. He then made the wrong decision to stick his tongue out at the communist.

He saw as the commie leaped from his seat and slammed his hand down on the table causing a loud thud. Everyone in the room jumped and immediately turned their heads toward the loud bang. Some of the greater countries in the room had a look full of offense. The commie looked around the room then relaxed his posture and expression. "Excuse my rudeness. What I did was impolite, foolish. Me and the American wish to be excused." The Russian hissed, his voice smooth yet menacing. "We do?" He questioned, not knowing the intentions of the Russian's hidden threat. "Yes America, we do." Soviet fumed once again. He heard the snap of the commie's knuckles.

"Oh." He said dryly. A fight? This won't end well. "If I do not give you permission to be excused, do you believe that you two would possibly interrupt this meeting again?" The Brit asked. "Yes. Possibly." Soviet responded. "Then you are excused. I will give a simple reminder to not act like children at a play park once you have left this room." The Brit said, having an annoyed expression on his face. What he didn't know until he paid mind to his body was that he was sweating. A little too much. "Let us go." The Russian said with a killing glare.

I can't back down! I'll look like a damn coward! He slowly got up and took himself to the exit. The communist followed. The commie's glare from behind felt like hundreds of needles stabbing into his back.

As soon as the door shut he was thrown to the wall and was cut off from his air supply. He gasped for air and scratched the Russian hands trying to pry them off of his desperate throat. He thought the Russian would wait until we were at least down the hall!

He then jabbed the Russian's disgusting-looking face with his elbow, causing the other to grunt in pain and release his neck. America rubbed his throat and gasped for air like he had been holding his breath underwater for too long. "Why the hell would you do that!? Got some anger issues alongside with all your other problems!?" He swore furiously. "My problems? What is your problem?!" Soviet shouted back. "It's not me who has the staring problem! What are you doing? Admiring my handsome looks?" He said narcissistically, just like a snobby teenager.  "You are uglier than a toad," Soviet said with an expression that was dead serious.

His face got red and puffy, like a girl that just got her crush exposed in-front of the whole class. Maybe he has anger issues too. He socked the Russian right in his face causing red blood, only slightly darker than the commie's face, to slowly drip down from his nose. Soviet quickly wiped the blood away and pinned him against the wall, punching him over and over again. He had to try and pull the other's arms away once again.

He was ironically surprised that he failed. Nowadays, he usually has other people fight for him. He felt in shock and his arms slowly gave up on him, loosely dropping back to the sides of his body. He could feel that soviet let go and he stumbled forward. He didn't get too far before a door smacked right into his head.

Everything went black.

Sorry this is pretty disappointingly short (only 700+ words :/) for taking weeks just to write chapter 1 but haha i left you on a cliff hanger hahaha see you in 2 months (joking probably dont leave pls) muahahaha ( i wrote this at almost 12 am on a school night feel free to correct any grammar mistakes.) give writing suggestions and criticism!! This is mostly just for practice

(The countries in this dont have round circular faces!! Instead its more of what Neon_Fr_oot (go check them out now on YT!!!!) draws them like. They have a humanoid face shape with hair and a nose. The picture at the top is my drawing of how i see him but you can picture him however.)