Russia's POV
I've been waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
For a week.
I sit by the open window, enjoying some cool fresh air. I haven't heard from America for seven days, and I'm starting to get worried. Dad says I can't go out, because he should figure out it by himself. I don't know if he's at school or not, but I think he would come to me if he was.
I hope he's alright.
A knock at my bedroom door made me snap out of my thoughts. Dad came in.
"I just got a text from Britain. He says that America just called an Uber driver," he said, clearly convinced that America is going to ride here, and I was, too.
I got up, and grabbed my cane. I walked down the stairs, tripping two or three times, until the doorbell rang.
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Helwo!!! I know it's not very smart for him to call an Uber driver, but...
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