Dressed For Rejection

11

Canada had a new, more casual outfit on. The one he wore to the meeting was far too fancy for him, and a small little cafe. He was waiting by the front door of it, patiently waiting for Russia.

When a car parked, and the Russian stepped out, the Canadian smiled to himself. Russia also wasn't wearing what he was wearing at the meeting, but Canada didn't really know what he was wearing in the first place.

The Canadian smiled at him, watching him walk to him. Canada was thinking about holding his hand, until Russia interrupted his train of thoughts. "Hey there. You awake?"

Canada jumped a little, laughed a little nervously, and nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I just get lost in my thoughts really easily." Russia had a slightly amused smile on his face, and that made the Canadian rather proud.

They walked inside, smells of coffee and sweets drifting throughout the air. There wasn't a line or a wait, since everyone seemed to be walking out, or at their small tables. Everything about this place truly was small.

Russia and Canada walked up to the front area, and the Canadian took his time to read what was on the menu. He just decided he would get coffee with sugar and milk in it. The Russian just got straight black coffee, not really caring for any sweetness.

"I didn't think you were the type to drink just coffee with no sweetener." Canada giggled and Russia shrugged. "Yeah, I don't really care for all the shit they put in it to make it less bitter."

"Sweet coffee tastes pretty good, and I've only had bitter coffee once or twice." The Canadian took a seat, with his Russian companion taking the seat across from him.

"I might as well try it one da-" Russia was going to finish his sentence, but his cup was swiped from his hands. When he looked up in confusion, he saw Canada holding it instead.

"Hey! Give it back!" The Russian reached across the table, but watched Canada turn around slightly and take a sip of it. The Canadian shrugged, and gave it back to him, while Russia just sat there stunned. Didn't you only share drinks with people you liked..?

"What? I was taking my chance at getting a taste. Don't be so shocked, eh?" He returned to sipping on his sweeter coffee, kinda disliking the taste of the bitter coffee. The Canadian did have that straight and unsweetened coffee a few days ago, though, when he dropped all of his shit because of an alarm.

The Russian finally regained the ability to do basically anything, and took his cup back. He pretended to be distracted at something past the Canadian, which made the red and white country turn around to look.

Before Canada could turn back to him, he quickly took a sip from his coffee, where the Canadian had originally took a swig of it. Russia truly hoped that doing that wasn't weird.

Canada turned back, and yawned a little. "I'm still tired. Maybe it was the meeting," Russia heard the country across from him speak, and he slowly nodded. "Uhhuh.." He watched the Canadians tired eyes stare into his own, feeling a little immersed.

The Russian broke the gaze though, staring at his coffee. He drank some more of it, occasionally looking at the man across from him. "Canada?" He asked, watching the Canadian perk up a bit. "Hm? Yeah?"

"Why are you staring at me," He laughed a little, and Canada froze up. "I'm not!" "Yes you are." "No! You are." "..What?"

"Uggh, never mind.. I'm just not staring at you." The Canadian groaned. "Mhmm, sure." Russia smirked a little, watching Canada nearly throw himself across the table. The Russian laughed a little more.

Suddenly, Canada seemed fully awake. "RUSSIA! I have the best idea ever!" The Russian raised a brow. "Speak." "We can go to a park! There's a playground, and we can kick all the kids off of it!" The Canadian had an evil grin on his face. Russia cooed a little.

"Didn't know you were such an evil one, hm? Kidding. I love that idea." Russia gave Canada an evil grin back. They both were admittedly excited to go bully little children.

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Russia and Canada had arrived, and the first thing that the Canadian did was run to the monkey bars. The Russian followed behind him, watching his friend maneuver himself on top of them.

"Hey Russia, watch this!" Canada called out to him. When the Russian looked back at him, the Canadian was upside down. He was hanging from his knees on the monkey bars. "I used to do this all the ti-" His shirt drooped down since he was upside down, and he screamed.

Russia watched with a genuine smile as he watched his friend struggle to NOT reveal his chest. Finally, Canada got off the monkey bars, seeming quite embarrassed.

"How about we go kick the little children out now?" The Russian asked, and the Canadian nodded. "Absolutely!" Canada grabbed Russia's hand, and ran over to the playground which was infested with children.

They hadn't even gone in 4 steps, until a child bumped into them. The little rat slowly looked up at them, and spoke. "You're big people, not supposed to be on a playground!"

Canada gave a glare, and suggested that they walked past the child, but Russia had already taken action. The Russian squatted down to the child, stared through its soul, and sent it flying down the slide. Most likely with burns on their face.

He went cruising on by, and Canada just watched with horror. "How could you do that to a kid, Russia?" The Canadian asked, seeming a little frightened. The Russian turned to him. "I do it too adults too. The treatment is equal."

Russia just kept on walking, and Canada brushed it off. Eventually, they both reached the very top of the playground. The pair stood proudly, grinning as they heard all the children complain from behind them.