Dressed For Rejection

6

Russia laid awake in bed, the wonderful hour of 4AM being displayed on his phone. He stared at the now dark screen, sighing to himself and rolling onto his back. He closed his eyes, and thought about a few things.

A few things being Canada, of course. That man kept him up, so that was why he was here. He would be sleeping if he wasn't thinking about the red and white coloured country. Russia felt like he was getting attached too fast. Maybe he was too hopeful about Canada.

The Russian opened his eyes again, and sat up. He looked at his hands, and balled them into fists. Although, not a tight fist. A very weak one, actually. Although, he immediately let go. What was he even doing anymore?

Russia silently put his phone charger into the phone, and stood up. He advanced to the door, reaching it quickly, and opening it. The Russian shut it quietly behind him, and walked to the kitchen. He decided that his breakfast would be right then.

He got to a cabinet, and rummaged through the contents of it. He grabbed a box of cereal, not bothering to check what kind it was. The Russian put the box on the counter, and went to grab a bowl. He returned to the area that Belarus had been, throwing plates, and searched it for about 2 seconds. He grabbed a bowl, and then went back to the counter.

He opened the cereal box, and dumped the cereal in. Unsurprisingly, about 3 frosted flakes, and a few crumbs came out of the box. No wonder it was lighter than the clouds.

"Seriously.." Russia grumbled to himself, grabbing the box, then turning away from the bowl. He threw the plastic bag away, and flattened the box to be thrown in the recycling later.

Emphasize the 'later' part, he was far too lazy to do it. He yawned, and felt his drowsiness increase immensely. Russia wouldn't rest his eyes, though, not yet. He stretched, but then suddenly, A brilliant idea summoned itself into his head.

Although, he had to stay up for it.

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Canada was enjoying his coffee and breakfast, being able to taste the sweetness of maple syrup in it. He was slouched over a bowl of oatmeal and enjoying it thoroughly. His fluffy cat was sitting on his lap.

The Canadian was simply humming to himself, surprisingly not staring at images he had on his phone that were just mostly Pancakes.

He finished eating pretty fast, yawned, and gently moved Pancakes off of him. She immediately gave Canada a look of disgust though, as if what he had done was the most unceremonious thing that had happened in all of history.

The Canadian didn't take note of her evil glare, and just grabbed his phone. He picked up the bowl in one hand, and walked to the dish washer. Canada opened it and placed his bowl inside. Not after some strategic placing, of course.

Canada then drank the rest of the little remaining coffee, and put it inside of the dishwasher, too. He stretched a little afterward, closed the dishwasher, and went on his way back up to his room.

He was about to go put his phone on the charger so he could go shower, but it started ringing. The Canadian was a little startled, but immediately picked up. It was America who was calling.

"Hey, dude!" He heard his brother on the other side of the line. "Oh, hi, America. Why'd you call?" Canada asked, flopping onto his bed. "I was just curious bout somethin. Would you mind answering a question for me?"

The Canadian shrugged to himself. "I wouldn't mind. Ask away." He stated, waiting for America to ask his questions. Or question, whatever. "So.. I was wondering, and I even asked him myself! But that stubborn hoe didn't answer.. He just told me to go away." Canada got confused. "Who are you talking about?"

"Russia, duh." The Canadian froze up, and the American on the line kept talking. "I was wondering what he did to make you approach him! Like, something definitely evil." Canada sighed, and shook his head. "No, America, I was just curious why he was staring at me." "HE WAS STARING AT YOU?"

"Not in a malicious way! He just gazed at me, and I just got curious." Canada knitted his eyebrows together, sort of tired of his brother's foolishness. "Oh, okay. This reminds me, I gotta go eat! Bye now!" Before the Canadian could breathe another breath, America hung up.

The Canadian turned to Pancakes, who was right next to him, and sighed. "He really is a mess, huh, Pancakes." His cat just stared at him neutrally. Canada murmured something under his breath, and turned again to go put his phone on the charger.

Canada got the charger in, shut his phone off, and stood up. He walked to the bathroom, turned on the light, found two towels, and put them on the floor next to the shower. He shut the door, walked to the shower, and turned it on.

He waited silently for it to heat up. He heard the water pelt again the shower walls, and the curtain that blocked the view inside of it. After he sheepishly stuck one of his hands into the shower water, he finally verified that it was warm.

Before he undressed himself, he stared at himself in the mirror. He thought to himself for a few minutes, before remembering that he was supposed to be showering. He took his time getting his clothes off, not being in a particular rush.

Once he was naked, though, he got into the shower. It was a little too warm, which basically sent Canada cramming himself into a corner. He slowly dragged himself across the shower wall, and turned the heat down just a little.

After he felt it again, it was just the perfect warmth. He let out a not really content sigh, but more of one that was tired. Mainly because he was actually tired. Not sleepy, but exhausted in a sense. Canada closed his eyes, and thought to himself.

Life was confusing.