Candy Stars || Ruscan ]

Part 8

*BANG, BANG, BANG*

Was the sound that rang through Russias apartment as he aggressively kicked his dryer, growling and slamming his fists down on the top of it. "FUCK. FUCKING WORK YOU CHEAP PIECE OF SHIT!-" He continued screaming at his dryer and practically beating it up before he just gave up.

He'd growl, walking around in circles and crossing his arms so that he wouldn't punch a hole in his drywall or something as he silently mumbled curses to himself in anger.

He needed a drink. Bad. Really really bad.

He hadn't drank any kind of alcohol in quite a bit, but with the buildup of stress he had recently experienced he just knew he needed to get a drink before he murdered someone or something horrible along those lines.

So, he dressed in what little clean clothes he had, grabbed his wallet, and began walking to some old filthy gas station he had spotted in town. He blew a couple bucks on a bottle of cheap vodka, opening it up with his teeth and quickly taking a huge swig of the burning nectar contained inside the bottle. Fuck it was good.

He decided to make his way to the park next. It was near the gas station so he didn't have to walk far, he just walked over, chose a bench, and plopped himself down on it.

To his pleasure the park was empty that day. He continued to chug what remained of his vodka, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he got to the very bottom of the container before looking at the trashcan and attempting to throw the bottle into it but missing. He didn't care though.

He closed his eyes, and just relaxed as he breathed in cool fresh air.

•••

Canada too was in the park, but he had just gotten there a few minutes after Russia. He thought maybe it would clear his head a bit to enjoy one of his favorite spots without anyone he knew closely to lash out at.

He didn't even pay attention to whoever was sitting down at the bench as he sat down beside them, popping open the energy drink he had bought himself on the way there and beginning to chug it. (Which he usually didn't drink.)

Russia looked over at who had sat beside him and instantly recognized them by their scent alone. "Oh fuck no-"

Canadas ears perked up at the familiar voice. "Russia!" He said it like he and Russia were friends, but he considered everyone he knew his friend so that was expected.

"I've been looking everywhere for you, you have no idea- can I please get your nu-" "NO. I'm not gonna be part of whatever little tv show this is, or one of your little magazines-" Russia got up, gently pushing the other in the opposite direction as he did so.

"I don't know why you keep coming up to me, but I do not want to see you. It's creepy. And I don't wanna be the center of whatever little joke or prank your pulling- stop it."

Canada stared at the other in confusion. "I'm not playing a joke on you- I- just saw you that day you dropped your milk and-" Russia quickly cut the other smaller country off. "So you've been stalking me??- Is this some kinda stupid ass hidden camera show- because I don't give my consent to be in it do you hear me-"

"NO. I've just- I was driving by you and you looked interesting so I thought maybe you'd like a friend- I'm not stalking you, or tricking you, or any of that- please Russia-"

"GODDAMNIT FUCK OFF."

Russia knew he was being unreasonably cruel to the country. But something about them just made him feel so nervous and strange. Feelings he'd never felt before near another person and they honestly scared him a bit.

Canada began to tear up as the other lashed out at him, sniffing and frowning before crumbling up his can and tossing it rudely onto the ground which he never usually did.

"Well you don't have to be so damn rude all the time."

Russia had heard that sentence countless times before, and nearly every time it went right into one ear and out the other. But this time as the words left Canadas mouth they lingered in Russias mind like a pest and repeated themself forcefully in his head over and over until Russia couldn't help but feel the smallest twinge of guilt poke at his heart.

Canada began walking away, resisting the urge to begin sobbing right there before Russia said one last thing behind him.

"I'm sorry- here- but don't call me tonight."

And with that Russia spread his wings and took off into the air before Canada could turn around and see the tears in Russias eyes. Russia wouldn't let anyone see him cry, especially not a stranger and one that made him feel the way he did.

Besides.. he thought maybe he'd just block Canadas number when they tried to call him and then all this would just be over.. he'd never have to see that strange country who made him feel so damn weird ever again.. maybe..

Canada noticed the paper Russia had left behind immediately. It looked like an old receipt, but on it, scribbled in ink, was Russias number.

After how Russia had treated him Canada was questioning if he should continue bothering with the other country or not.. but something deep in the back of his mind told him he definitely should. So, Canada quickly grabbed the paper, folding it and shoving it into his pocket before beginning to walk back home.

In a way, he almost felt relieved from some sort of weight that had been resting on his shoulders.

A bit more free than before.