Dressed For Rejection

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Canada was laying on his bed, specifically laying on his belly. The Canadian was gazing at his sleeping cat, because he had nothing better to do, and also since Pancakes was sleeping on his hand. Once he slowly pulled it out from under her, and she still slept, he was satisfied. It was still morning, and Pancakes was bugging Canada all night, so that was why she was sleeping now.

The Canadian stood up, and arrived at the coffee maker that was chilling in his kitchen. He grabbed a pretty tall coffee cup, and waited for it to pour. Canada watched it pour, but then retreated to fetch himself sugar. He also grabbed half and half while he was at it. And maple syrup. Don't forget the maple syrup.

He somehow got all of these things in his hand, and walked over to the counter. Although, a familiar tune suddenly rang out. Canada was surprised, and slipped. He dropped basically everything, watching the glass sugar container shatter. The half and half cap was loose, so it came pouring out. The Canadian screamed, his face red with embarrassment.

To make everything worse, his maple syrup got opened, and that same tune was playing. Although only a little bit of syrup got out, he was disturbed. But, the tune was actually catchy, so he laid there for a few more seconds.

That was, until the embarrassing singing 'CAIPIRINHA! CAIPIRINHA! WOAHOH YEAHAH' called his call ringtone got annoying. And also when he felt his clothes get wet. Who was calling him at 7am, anyway? The Canadian decided that he would change really fast, pick up, and clean up the mess.

Canada stood up, and ran over to his room. He changed as fast as he could, shoving on a new sweater that he got. It was white, with a single red maple leaf on the area of ones heart. He simply got on plaid pajama pants, and didn't bother for socks. The Canadian saw Pancakes glare at him with disgust of being awoken.

Canada sighed, and grabbed the phone. Who was also this persistent to call? It was an unknown number, but it definitely didn't seem like a spam call. The Canadian picked up, and held the phone up to one hear. "Bonjour, C’est qui? Je suis le Cana- Sorry. Who is it? You're speaking to Canada." Canada had only started speaking French because he was stressed. It was a habit of his.

"What?" A voice that he never heard before piped up. "Oh." There was more silence, and Canada just walked to the mess. He was cleaning it up, and a quarter through, he spoke again. "If you aren't gonna speak, I'm gonna hang up." The Canadian stopped cleaning, until the voice came through again. "Wait! I am calling you for a question."

"A question from who?" Canada asked, holding the phone back up to his ear and cleaning. "Er.. Russia." "Ah.. Why is he calling for me?" "He wanted to apologize for what he did. I'm not sure what he did, but he's apologizing. He wonders if you will accept his apology." The Canadian was a little surprised, not expecting to somehow get an apology out from a superpower like Russia. Especially for something so minor.

Canada just nodded to himself, then remembered that he was just calling someone. "Thank you for telling me. I accept the apology, and.. Uh, I'm just gonna hang up now." The female voice said her goodbyes, and hung up before Canada could reach the button. The Canadian just sighed and stood up.

He opened Spotify, and started playing his liked playlist. He just chose to shuffle it. The first song that started playing was one by Lana Del Ray. This chapter is a big direct call out to Canada's music taste. The Canadian grumbled something under his breath, then continued to clean up the mess he made.

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It took a hell of a long time, but he finally finished cleaning. The song that was playing when he finished was This December by Ricky Montgomery. It was one of his favourite songs, so he was obviously joyed to hear it playing. He finally reached his coffee, took a sip, and found out that it was cold. He wasn't gonna bother to reheat it or put anything inside it.

This morning, he was gonna suffer.

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There was a scream, a shatter, and even angrier scream, and another shatter. All of this noise was simply coming from down the hall. Russia stared into the cracked bathroom mirror, noticing that it was smeared from the several years of use. There hadn't been a new one in a while. He stared into his own eyes, hearing even more screams unfold from down the hallway.

Russia turned, and walked to the door of the bathroom. All he did was stare at himself, so he didn't bother to wash his hands. He turned the bathroom light off, and exited it. The Russian walked down the hall, and saw Belarus storming past Lithuania.

Lithuania reached out, and touched her arm. "Belaru-" Belarus turned around, and grabbed the Lithuanian's hand. She dug her nails into Lithuania's skin, which made his brother shrink in fear. "Don't touch me." The Belarusian let go, and watched his arm fall to his side.

His sister spun back to Russia, and he saw her white, red, and green face painted with a face of anger. "WHY WAS THAT SO HARD FOR YOU!" She shouted, a clearly upset look on her face. "It wasn't hard, Bela. I didn't have time." "DIDN'T HAVE TIME? YOU WERE LOOKING AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR FOR 10 MINUTES! I HAD TO APOLOGIZE FOR YOU! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT ENOUGH TI-"

She was cut off by Russia placing a hand on her shoulder. "Stop. Raging." Belarus scoffed, her eyes watering slightly. She pushed the Russians hand away, and gave him a glare. "I love you, brother, but you're becoming weak. You can't handle a single call."

The Belarusian breezed past him, probably to go up to her room. The Russian just stood there, gazing at where she originally was. He then turned to Lithuania, witnessed him get scared, and watched him scurry to the downstairs floor.

Russia walked to where he knew the mess was. He saw Georgia cleaning it up, with Tajikistan standing silently beside the kneeled down Georgian. "What did she break." He demanded an answer with a voice somehow colder than usual. "Two plates. Specifically the ones that we had the longest." That response was presumably by Tajikistan, because Georgia's facial expression didn't change.

"She loves to take her rage out with relics, huh." Russia scoffed. There wasn't a response to that, and the Russian just spun on his heel and left.