Wired||The Awakening arc

Motive

Blood spilled on the floor, streaks of red flowed away from the scene, the horrific sight now tainted the room with the thick scent of iron. Near the scene stood a familiar figure, but even though familiarity was shown in the silhouette one wouldn't be able to pinpoint a face through the dark. Before any further action the dark silhouette vanished, fleeing the scene like a coward as he left everything as is. Not a single thing touched or out of place, not a sign of struggle. It was quiet. Very quiet.
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September 7th 2077.
Russia awoke, he sat up and looked around. Discomfort flowed through his nerves and a cold sweat dripped down his cheek. He looked around his room, from his messy desk to the book shelf that he was yet to fully fill and then a disc case that held music that he's never listened to before and probably won't so they sat, collecting dust.
"What a nice..dream"
He muttered to himself sarcastically as he shifted to the side of his bed and stood, messily throwing his warm blanket to the side.

The cold of the morning nipped at his skin, making him feel alive and more aware of the atmosphere around him, rather than the imagery of the 'dream' that played in his mind once more.
He shifted his hand through his long unkempt hair, smoothing it back to keep his bangs out of his face while he stepped out of his room.
His house wasn't too decorated, as if he just moved in, it looked like not a single life had touched it, any person with a soul that is.

Russia hummed to himself, having some sort of noise through the boring silence of the early morning as he made a cup of tea made a comfortable difference in the morning while he made his tea.
He was never a fan of coffee, the bitter aftertaste and strong smell that lingered was never appealing to him, tea being his alternative go-to morning drink basically since early adulthood.

While the water for his tea heated up in the kettle that was plugged into the wall he looked for a specific earpiece, he remembered he threw it somewhere just last night, an earpiece that was so easy to lose, was he thinking when he just lazily tossed it away before making his way upstairs to collapse on his bed.

He searched in the direction he tossed, hoping to find it somewhere on the floor so he didn't have to look behind something like the fridge for example, that would just be a hassle.

After looking around and getting unnecessarily frustrated, he finally saw where the earpiece was left. On the kitchen table lay an earpiece, it was curved around the base to fit around your ear like an earbud but the only difference about this was that there wasn't a second one to make a pair.

Russia walked towards it and with a sigh of relief before he put it in his ear, tapping a button on the side that curved around his ear a blue glow came from it as he held his finger there and before he could complain about it not working fast enough a few holographic screens appeared before his eyes, not too far from his face.

One screen had news, the newest updates, future systems, buildings, you name it, it was all there. And the other screen had personal messages. But in terms of messages..there wasn't much. Contacts he hadn't responded to or even spared the time to check for weeks now were left sitting there, still not in the mood to even communicate with anyone.

He stared at the news tab, paying attention to the article that flashed the word 'new' in red and yellow, almost as if it was a warning. It looked like an absurd eyesore to Russia but he's come to tolerate it.

"Western region creates new groundbreaking tech. Hah, what now, a new and improved pencil that writes essays for you?"
Russia scoffed between his sentences, looking through the text to find anything actually interesting.

After taking a respectfully long skim through the writing he didn't.
'What a waste of time' he thought to himself as he closed both tabs, the screens in front of him glitched before it closed. He really needs to replace his earpiece for a new one.