Dressed For Rejection

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my schedule is so thrown off bro💀 im just gonna say today's the start of a new upload week

He slowly brought himself upward, everything being hazy. The country sat up in his bed and took a brief look around. He stepped off of it silently, walking out of the room. They didn't really have the door closed at all, so it was no bother getting out.

He walked across the small house silenty, almost immediately stumbling across someone familiar. They turned around silently, their face striped with the same colours as the enemy, only darker.

A pained gaze came from the taller person, and they immediately handed the way smaller country an order. "Asseyez-vous et attendez." Their voice was lined with an accent, just like usual.

The smaller country sat in place, and nodded, not wanting to question anything. Although, when the stripe skinned figure left, the pain immediately rolled in. A dreadful blow, one that hurt when the realization came.

The small country put his face in his hands, tears rolling down his red, blue, and badged face. Was the person to never be seen again?

Was this apart of the instructions? Was he supposed to do this? To cry?

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Canada rolled off his bed, a noise of pain coming from him. Another meeting today, although it thankfully wasn't so early. It was at 2PM actually, and it was currently 10AM. He was good at sleeping in.

The Canadian sat up, got out of bed, and cracked his back. He didn't bother to change yet. Canada strolled out of his room, finding himself in the kitchen. He paused in the doorway though, seeming as if he remembered something.

Canada quickly yawned and brushed it off though, getting to the kitchen island and getting a bowl from the cupboard. He put it on the counter, and immediately found his favourite cereal!

..Which was Raisin Bran, since this guy acts like a 50 year old man when it comes to cereal options. He poured it into the bowl, humming to himself.

The Canadian finished pouring it, closed it, and walked to the place he got it from. Canada put it back, and walked back to the bowl. Suddenly, Pancakes appeared on the counter, and greeted her owner with a meow.

"Oh, hello, Pancakes. How are you?" She meowed. "Hungry, I bet!" Pancakes just stared at him, meowing again. Canada sort of envied Pancakes, considering that she got an easy life and all. The Canadian gave her a quick pat, and walked to Pancakes food bowl.

He got a specifically goofy looking enlarged spoon, and scooped up a certain amount of cat food to dump into Pancakes bowl. He put it in, watching his cat approach it and begin eating it.

Pancakes always put a smile on his face, especially since he loved cats. For a long time, Canada always wished he could have a cat. Especially since he fancied the study of big cats, such as mountain lions or snow leopards. Even a lynx intrigued him.

And then, that day magically came, when Pancakes supposedly escaped a shelter and ended up at his front door. She was named something goofy like Patchy at the time, so he was glad that she fell into his hands. Or, more like, he fell into her paws. To get rid of that horrid cat name.

The Canadian turned and walked to the refrigerator, retrieving the milk from it, and closing the door. He got over to his bowl of cereal, and poured it in, although not drowning all of it like America did. Canada finally pulled the milk away, screwing the top onto it and walking back to his refrigerator.

He decided he would stand up and eat, although he basically had to lean forward to actually enjoy his cereal on the kitchen counter. He was too lazy to go to the island and eat on a seat though. Same.

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The tall man slowly rose up, his back and head hurting like all hell. Russia tossed his blankets off of him, and ever so slowly got out of bed. He was NOT a morning person. He dragged himself across his room, slouching like usual, and got through the doorway.

He slowly made it to the kitchen, not in the mood for anyone's bullshit that morning. The Russian made it to the refrigerator, and was met with the sight of Estonia sleeping, crammed into the top shelf of the refrigerator. Probably the doing of Belarus.

"Move, bitch." He grabbed the poor Estonian, and tossed him out of the fridge. Estonia was startled awake, and shot up when he landed. "H-Huh?! Russia, what the hell!"

"You were in the fridge. The fridge has my food in it. I'm hungry. You were asleep, so I forcefully moved you." He stated, glaring at his brother. "Russia, you could've peacefully awoken me!" The Estonian barked angrily, crossing his arms.

"I would've killed you by the time your ass wouldve woke up. Now shut up." The Russian left Estonia sitting there, who eventually got up to go to his room. Russia grabbed his food from the refrigerator, which was just tomato soup.

He didn't bother to heat it up, taking a seat and grabbing a spoon from the middle of the counter. The tall country just silently ate it, staring blankly at the bland wall in front of him.

The Russian could hear his siblings passing through occasionally, not even acknowledging them, but acknowledging the noise they made. Russia didn't even get a complaint out, mostly from how tired he was.

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After Russia finished his soup, he left the dishes in the sink. The Russian didn't speak to anyone when he passed them, instead immediately going to his room. He got in there, shut the door behind him, and had a thought.

What if he called Canada? It couldn't be half bad, could it..? Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. As Russia made it to his phone, even more thoughts popped up into his head. Was he busy? Is he still mad about last time?

Should he had properly apologized? Should he leave him alone for a day? Is he still sleeping? Oh, god, he sounded stupid with all of these obnoxious thoughts. The Russian mentally face palmed, but finally got the courage to socialize with someone else.

He picked up his phone, and turned it on. Russia swiped to his contacts, and awkwardly tapped Canada's. Russia contemplated for a few seconds, pressed the call button, and almost threw his phone across the room.

The Russian listened to the rings, counting them absent mindedly, and finally heard them pause. He tensed a little, then heard a voice he had heard recently.

"Bonjour, Russie! How are you?"