Dressed For Rejection

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Russia slowly brought a hand to his forehead, rubbing it with exhaustion. He stopped leaning onto the railing, wondering if he could really give this 'mystery' person a shot. The Russian made it to his bed, and collapsed onto it. It was finally quiet. He closed his eyes, and actually fell asleep rather fast.

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Canada practically raced down the aisle, arriving at the single section he always went to. He slowly opened the freezer door, and retrieved some salmon. Oh, boy, did he love fish. He closed it, then went off to go look for the next thing on his list.

He didn't really need anymore maple syrup, since he already had a bunch, so he refrained from buying 72 bottles. Once he finished buying the things he needed, he walked to his car, and tossed everything in the back seat. None of it would really fit in the front seat.

He quickly drove home, then remembered that he was gonna try to spend the day out doing things, rather than staying inside all day for another day.

The Canadian grabbed a chunk of groceries, put them on the island of the kitchen, and repeated this a few more times. Sometimes he wished that he could have another helping hand at the house, but he also liked being alone sometimes. But only sometimes, since it got boring.

After he had gotten everything out of the car, he shut the door, and went inside. He got to the island, and started putting everything up. During this, he was contemplating what he could do. Pancakes ruined his train of thought, though, after she started crawling all over him. "Pancakes! Get off me," The Canadian frowned, scooping her up, and putting her down.

The cat meowed in protest, and then begged for food, which Canada should have expected. He walked over to her bowl, squatted down, and grabbed the container of cat food. He poured it into the bowl, and watched her immediately scarf it down. The Canadian smiled a little, put the container back, and stood up.

He spun around, going back to leave the house. He went back into his car, and decided to go to a Six Flags. The drive there was pretty boring, since it was sort of far, but he eventually got there. The Canadian almost broke his neck getting out of the car, recollecting his memories of Six Flags.

He paid 70 dollars for general admission, and then found himself in the middle of the park. Canada looked at all the rides, and ultimately decided that he would go on Vertical Velocity, getting into line. Suddenly, someone a few people behind him must've bumped someone else, since the Canadian was bumped forward. He sort of nudged the person in front of him.

"Hey- oh, my bad, sorry." Canada was about to turn around and growl at the person who bumped him, but he quickly apologized to the person in front of him. The Canadian didn't really mean to bump them, though.

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Russia felt something push against him, and then a quick sorry. He turned around, curious as to who would bump into him. Once he saw that person, though, his heart dropped a little, and he died just a little more. He certainly didn't expect seeing Canada there. Maybe taking half of his family to a Six Flags wasn't the worst idea, after all.

Plus, everyone else he came with were doing their own thing, so he could possibly start conversation with Canada. That is, without his family jumping in. He watched the Canadian slowly look up at him and open his mouth to speak, but the Russian stopped him before he could talk. "It's okay."

Thank the lord, for once, he couldn't sound mean. That actually sounded pretty genuine to Canada, so he was shocked. "Oh." Russia became a little nervous, and he glanced away. "So.. Have you been to a Six Flags before..?" He asked, trying not to let this conversation fail.

The Canadian just looked confused, and he slowly nodded. "Yes, I have. I was sorta young when I went on there, although.. I figured it wouldn't be bad to try it out again." Russia nodded, taking that it was his turn to speak now. "Alright.. I haven't been here very much, this is probably my third time."