Dressed For Rejection

8

"Okay, uhh.." Canada looked sort of lost for a second, until a magical idea seemed to pop up in his head. He glanced at Russia before he did whatever he was gonna do, though. "Stay here." The Russian did as he was asked, mainly because there was nothing better to do.

Canada ran off, but quickly reappeared with his phone in his hand. Once he approached Russia, it seemed as if he had some type of recipe pulled up. The Russian quickly had a evil slight grin on his face, watching the Canadian plop his phone onto the counter and go to the fridge.

The Canadian opened up the freezer, and looked into it for a few moments. He eventually got some salmon, closed the freezer door, and walked to the counter next to Russia. Canada looked up at the Russian, a small smile on his face. "Would you like to see how I cook?"

"Huh? Oh, suree.." He mentally rolled his eyes, watching Canada get a pan and put it on the stove. The fish was still on the counter, and he waited patiently for it to thaw, same with the pan. He needed it to heat up.

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Canada eventually got the salmon on the pan, hearing it sizzle made him feel confident in cooking it. Although, all of a sudden, when he was halfway through cooking the meal, Russia swiped his phone when he was reading the recipe.

The Canadian instantly turned around, making a confused noise. Russia noticed him reaching for it, and held it as high as he could. "Hey!" Canada barked, slamming into Russia when he turned his back to him.

The Russian was surprised when Canada put up a fight against swiping his phone, stumbling a little. Usually people didn't put up fights with him at all, a slim few of his siblings being an exception to that.

This boy really was full of surprises.

Russia didn't let Canada's phone turn off, because he would probably have to ask for the password or something, and he wasn't willing to do that.

He still held up the phone, feeling Canada pushed against him and reach for the phone. The Canadian even grabbed Russia's hip with one hand, and shook him. "Give my phone back!" The Russian decided to check his contacts, feeling rather evil that afternoon.

Still, the sizzling of the fish could be heard, all accommodated with the disaster happening between Russia and Canada.

The Russian looked at Canada, cackling a little. "Burger boy? Seriously? I like it." He had an amused and entertained smile on his face, hearing the Canadian behind him screech.

"Russia! Give it back now!" Russia still looked, not really seeing anything questionable, so lucky lucky Canada. He just laughed, hearing the Canadian growl. "Seriously Russia! Give it to me!"

The Russian still laughed, loving it whenever he could mess around with people, and when they could do absolutely nothing about it. Definitely not weird.

He was about to open up another app that piqued his interest, until Canada forcefully shoved him against the counter. Russia leaned forward a bit, letting out a pained noise from hitting his youknowwhats. He dropped the Canadians phone, and the slightly smaller red and white country caught it.

He scurried away from Russia, quickly locking his phone and turning it off. The Canadian gave a defensive glare in Russia's direction, and watched him slowly turn around.

Canada's heart dropped a little and he tensed up when the Russian stepped towards him slowly. What if what America said was true? That he killed people that annoyed him? Well, if that was true, everyone would be dead.. But-

Suddenly, Russia gently donked him on the head a playful and only partially malicious smirk on his face. "Gah-" Canada felt the top of his head, but he was okay. He glared at the Russian, awaiting words from his mouth.

"Look, I'm not gonna apologize, but I didn't have any rude intent behind that. Relax and lay off, hm?" The Russian nudged him with his elbow, and Canada crossed his arms. "Say sorry." The Canadian demanded, and Russia huffed.

"Fine. I'm sorr....yy." He kinda cringed at the thought of apologizing. Mainly since he never did. "Ugh, close enough." The Canadian sighed, patting him on the shoulder and speaking Sith an exasperated tone of voice. "I accept your apology."

Apparently, the pan didn't accept his apology, because the fish was kinda burnt. Canada had to unfortunately throw it away, because he wouldn't let neither Russia or him to eat that. He was a food perfectionist in a sense.

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The Russian grasped the door handle, giving one glance back to Canada. "Bye, Russia." He caught a smile on the Canadians face. "See you, Canada. Maybe we could hang out some more later." He nodded, opening the door, and closing it. He left all before the Canadian could speak anything more.

Canada was left standing there, gazing at the door. Pancakes didn't seem to be there the whole time, which sort of alarmed the Canadian.

He turned around, walking up the stairs to his room. There was a sense of dread clinging to him. As the Canadian entered his room, he looked up. His heart dropped, and he froze. Canada wondered if it was his mind playing tricks on him or something, but all of the lights cut off.

There was a figure with 5 too many eyes on its face. Although, he slowly closed his eyes, and everything he thought he was seeing disappeared.

++(sponsored by canada's sleep paralysis/j?)

Russia quickly got his car into the driveway, used to the screams being heard from even outside of the house. He got out of the car, his brow furrowed. He slammed the car door shut, locked it, and walked to the front door.

The Russian opened the house door, closing it behind him when he entered. He breezed past the argument that was happening in the room he entered, and walked up the stairs. Russia found his room, getting himself in it, and slamming the door shut.

He took off his shoes, walked towards his bed, and collapsed on it.

The curtains didn't stir.