Dressed For Rejection

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Canada was silently watching TV, staring at the screen with boredom. He was trying to enjoy South Park, but the constant jokes kinda got on his nerves. At one point, the Canadian sighed and gave up. "I can't handle this show." He grumbled to himself, standing up and walking to his room.

It around around 10PM, and the meeting was at 8:30 tomorrow, so he had some time to get sleep. The Canadian crawled into his bed, remembering to set his alarm and doing it, and then actually rested. Canada pulled the covers over his shoulders, nuzzling comfortably into the sheets.

At one point, Pancakes startled him awake by crawling onto his bed, but he just accepted fate and tried to sleep again. His cat curled up at his feet, and silently laid there. The Canadian slowly drifted back off to sleep.

Right now, though, Russia wasn't sleeping at all. He was too busy pondering on his family problems, how run down their house is, and how weird all of them acted around each other. They always fought, there was no peace, and everyone just seemed to hate each other.

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A specific Canadian shot up once he heard a LOUD beeping, and he slowly turned to the alarm clock. A bright, bold and NOT beautiful time of 6:30 was displayed on the clock. "2 HOURS?!" He screamed, rolling off his bed with rage. He could've at least had 30 more minutes of sleep.

Canada got up, put his blanket back onto his bed, and miserably walked to the kitchen. This time, he handled his objects with care and not all at once. He was sure not to be reckless this morning. The Canadian thankfully got to have his coffee hot and sweet this morning, just the way he liked it. He was actually feeling rather good that morning.

He changed into something business casual, and tried to make his hair look alright. He spun around, sighed, and walked over to Pancakes. She was sitting patiently, watching him get prepared. The Canadian sat down beside her, and gave her a few gentle pets.

Once the Canadian fed Pancakes, due to several persistent meows, he got to his car. Canada got into it, shoved his keys into the slot, turned them, and started the car. He drove out of the driveway, and soon went on his way to the meeting area.

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Russia stirred awake, actually getting some sleep that morning. He yawned, sat up, straightened his back, and stood up. He walked over to the shitty and falling apart drawers that contained his clothes, and picked out some. He knew that he was doomed for a meeting today.

The Russian simply picked out something business looking and fancy, knowing that he probably wouldn't wear it in the next thousand years. He decided to abide by the way of business clothes that morning.

He left his room, walking to the kitchen and being disappointed to see other people. Russia gave them a threatening glare, and walked over to the fridge. He forcibly moved Romania away, which resulted in an eye roll. "Move." The Russian opened the fridge and grabbed a half empty box of blueberries.

He walked over to the counter, grabbing two fist-fulls of blueberries, and putting them into his mouth. He could still feel Romania watching him, so he turned around and gave him another mean stare. Suddenly, Uzbekistan appeared. She looked well kept, like usual.

Although, she seemed to have bags under her eyes. She calmly walked past Russia, grabbed a blue berry, and walked away. The Russian didn't try to act offended, and just rolled his eyes. Although, he was willing to start beef. "That was my food." "I was hoping you wouldn't mind."

The Russian gave up, knowing she wouldn't fight, and ate the rest of the blueberries. He didn't even throw the box away, just to spite the other people. Russia made it out of his house, going to his car, and clambering inside. He turned the car on, laid back for a few seconds, then remembered that he had a meeting to go to.