Candy Stars || Ruscan ]

Part 3

The sunlight hours were almost over with only a few left to spare, it was 5 PM and by this time Russia was walking home tiredly with just two bags of groceries in his hand.

Canada was being driven to the very last area he'd need to be that day to take some  Christmas themed photos despite it only being early November. Today had been an admittedly short day of work, which meant Canada would have plenty of time to spend with himself when this was finished.

Russia looked along the walls of the buildings as he passed them, seeing an advertisement for Canadas latest magazine and taking a closer look as he was always interested to see what other countries were up to.

But as he looked closer he'd shake his head disappointedly and say to himself: "Ugh.. some people will do anything to get ahead in life. Pathetic, especially for a country.." Russia kept his eyes pasted on the advertisement while he began walking away, which caused him to run right into a young human lady and drop his milk. As it hit the ground the carton busted open, spilling all over the cold sidewalk.

He snapped his head to the young lady and began cursing her out furiously despite the accident being his fault. He demanded that she pay him enough to get new milk while calling her a variety of rude names which really weren't necessary for the situation. Canada saw this outburst from his car window, shaking his head and letting out a "tsk tsk tsk" noise.

He turned his head to Finland, who's attention had been dragged towards the whole ordeal as well.

"Some people are just so rude, aren't they?" Finland assumed Canada was talking to him so he nodded in agreement before speaking his reply. "Some people just have so much venom trapped inside them, and when it bubbles up they spit it out onto the nearest person. It's a shame."

"Yea.. but.. maybe he's just having a bad day today." Said Canada, who always tried to see the good in other people even when no good was visible. Finland didn't say anything back.

Canada watched the ordeal for as long as he could as the car drove away from the fiasco that had just unfolded in front of them.

"Do you know that country?" He'd ask after a long pause, still watching out the window even though they had passed the commotion and there wasn't anything of particular interest outside.

"Mm.. nope, not that I can recall. I mean, I don't know who would know every country, I think you're really one of the only countries I know well.. and you're a small celebrity of sorts so that would explain that."

"Yea.. it was kinda a weird question now that I think of it.. I guess since we're both countries I expected at least one of us to know other countries well. I only know my family.."

Nothing was said after that. Finland had turned on the radio after a minute of uncomfortable silence which relieved Canada as he didn't know if he could take another moment of quiet.

•••

The photo shoots hadn't taken that long and Canada was back in the car and at home before he knew it. He still had a few hours of time to spare before he'd have to go to bed, so he was rather cheerful.

First he took a nice long cold shower to relax and clean himself of the makeup on his face which had begun to make his face feel funny.

Then, he watched a movie which he rarely got to do so he considered himself to be quite the lucky ducky on this particular day.

Then, he ate his favorite cake, cheesecake, and even had time after to indulge in a warm mug of hot cocoa and still he was left with an hour to kill.

And what better way to spend an hour than to spend it in comfortable silky white pajamas, combing through your long silky tail, humming the tune of your very favorite song as you did so and even better with a hand made cucumber face mask to soothe your skin.

Russia was currently eating a microwaveable TV dinner. (which he didn't even know was at the back of his fridge)

He was also scrolling on his phone seeing as his small tv had no interesting channels available on it and either way he hated television and he could hardly focus his attention on a movie for more than 30 minutes.

He hadn't taken a shower nor had he dressed himself into proper pajamas of any sort, all he had done was taken off his sweater and threw on a pair of sweatpants in place of his jeans.

He wouldn't be going to sleep for many more hours now, and typically only managed to fall asleep at 3 AM on most days which definitely didn't help to get rid of the dark circles around his eyes.

But, he liked doing this. It was how he preferred to spend his nights and it was one of the only times he felt even slightly content with his life.

Just as Russias night was beginning, Canadas came to an end. He set his alarm and nestled himself comfortably into his bedsheets, staring up at the ceiling and sighing loudly before rolling over into his stomach.

He slid his arms under his pillow as he began to purr which he rarely did other than when he was alone.

"Today was a good, good day.." He'd say out loud to nobody in particular but mainly to himself.

"A good.. good day.."

He repeated again, as he drifted off to sleep for the night.