One thing has always been clear about Russia and America: They hated each other. It was no surprise; after all, their parents had despised each other, so naturally, their children would hate each other as well.
Russia and America had just gotten ou...
Hello. I found an article on how to start a communist revolution. Be ready.
For legal reasons this is a joke. (But I actually did find an article on it, and studied it a little too thoroughly.)
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Let's just take a moment to acknowledge this map.
SO HOW THE FUCK DID SOMEONE POINT IN THE SMACK MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ATLANTIC?!?!!
also, why did so many of them point to their own country?!
I mean, at least a large majority of them were in the general vicinity, but still...
If you ever look at the back of a shampoo container and wonder why there needs to be instructions...
...The answer most likely has something to do with America.
(I swear to god every day I become more and more concerned for this goddamn country)
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-*Russia POV*-
"I'm sorry."
Russia had regretted the words as soon as they had left his mouth. He didn't know what had compelled him to apologize, but clearly the words had started America just as much as they had himself. America stared at him with a blank expression, and his mouth opened as if he was about to talk, but the words never came.
Russia scolded himself internally. Why am I the one apologizing?! He's the one who caused me all of this trauma!'
As soon as the thought had crossed his mind, he knew he was being a hypocrite. Russia tried to murder him twice in in one week. Even though he knew that the capitalist country fully deserved it, Russia could not help but feel guilty. He knew it was right to apologize, and yet, the words still felt strange coming out of his mouth.
He shook his head, trying his best to ignore the millions of thoughts running through his head. He glanced over at America, hoping to see some sort of reaction, but his face remained blank. After a while of sitting in an uncomfortable silence, Russia stood up and cleared his throat.
"I need to go to the store," he said curtly, and walked swiftly towards the door, once again forgetting the shock wristbands. America looked like he was about to say something, but he was too late. America jumped into the air in pain, and Russia felt the uncomfortable shocking sensation on his arm, but did not react.
America quickly got up, then got close enough to Russia for the wristbands to stop shocking them. "So," The smaller country remarked nervously, "I guess I gotta go with you." As a response, Russia just shrugged and nodded.
