Elevator Music (Rusame)

╭──╯ . . . . .𝓜𝓬𝓓𝓞𝓝𝓐𝓛𝓓'𝓢. . . . . ╰──╮

I was now standing in the emptiest McDonald's I've ever seen in my life. It gave me the creeps. America was running around the back doing whatever the hell, I swear he's worked every job I can think of. I decided to look around the fast-food joint, well... try to look around. I hobbled to the other side of the place, nothing looked out of the ordinary. In fact, it would look very normal if it wasn't for the fact, it was completely deserted. I looked out of the window, I noticed the sky was blue, only, it was a very unnatural blue and the clouds looked strange also, they were all small and uniform and they did not move. I did not like this place at all, I would prefer to not spend too much time here. America screaming put a stop to my train of thought. I went to check on him as fast as possible, I smashed through the kitchen doors and was met with the monster screeching and trying to swipe at America, however, it was keeping its distance. It had not noticed me yet, so I managed to peek at what America was doing for it to avoid him. He had a pan that was on fire and was frantically waving it around. I looked around to see if I could find anything to attack it with, there was a piece of wood and a fire extinguisher. I formed an idea.

"HEY! ТЫ - ЖАЛКОЕ ПОДОБИЕ МОНСТРА!" I threw the fire extinguisher at its head, and it tumbled over. I then set the piece of wood aflame and burned its leg. It started to melt, and its screams sounded like a thousand people being simultaneously tortured. While it was preoccupied with its leg it opened a window for me to snatch America's hand a run out of the building. My ankle burned with every step I took but, if I wanted to make it out of here somewhat alive. I had to keep going.

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We safely made it back to America's; my ankle was giving me hell. We both slumped on the couch, panting. I looked over to him and I noticed I was still holding his hand, flustered I snatched it away. I looked long enough at his face to make out something that seemed like disappointment. Suddenly, America grabbed my shoulders panickily and forced me to look him in the eyes. Or what was supposed to be his eyes as they were covered by obnoxious sunglasses he always wears. "Look, we need to get out of here NOW. I have a gun-." I scowled at him and pushed him off me, "so you had a GUN the WHOLE time?! And YOU DIDN'T USE IT!" He was taken aback by my sudden outburst, he also seemed a little hurt, guilt slapped me on the face instantly. "I was SCARED, OKAY? I- I forgot I had it." He replied wafting his hands around. "Look- I didn't mean to come off like that..." I said sheepishly, "Whatever, it doesn't matter." Said America. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out, America then turned away and left. I was alone, the silence was painful.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuckkk. I'm such a screw up." I thought. Wait, why do I even care? I slouched against the wall and frantically ran my hand through my hair, I let out a deep sigh and I pointlessly wondered what I was gonna do. My mind started to clear, why was I so scared? Every time I tried to get up and go talk to him, I came up with some stupid excuse. I really needed чтобы отрастить яйца. I don't know how long I spent there feeling sorry for myself and outside wasn't helping. I felt like I was in the Truman show, constantly being watched, nothing being real. It made me sick. I pinched myself just to check this was all some sort of nightmare, at least it would be something I was used to. Obviously, it didn't work, "heh, as if spraining my ankle wasn't a pinch enough..., нахуй это дерьмо." I got up and called for America I couldn't stand moping about feeling sorry for myself for a second longer. I fought to get up the stairs and hopped along the corridor. I looked around, still calling for America. I heard a muffled, "what?" coming from one of the rooms. I hobbled over to the last door on the right and knocked three times. "You in there?" I asked. Another barely audible response, which gave me an idea.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" No response. "Or ride our bike around the halls? I think some company is overdue, I've started talking to, the pictures on the walls!" I waited hopefully for him to reply. "It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms, just watching the hours tick by..." I heard America giggle on the other side of the door, I knew he loved frozen and seeing as we were separated by the door it was the perfect opportunity. "Hey, you gonna open the door now or what?" I was leaning right against the door so when America forced it open, I fell right on top of him with a loud thud. "AH! Are you okay?" I asked. "Uh, yeah I'm fine..." America was holding on very tight to my shoulders, and it took me a second to realise we were in a slightly..., incriminating position. My heart rate increased tenfold, and I just froze, America...looked so...

"OH MY GOD I JUST REMEMBERED I NEED TO GO TO CHURCH!" I blurted out. America looked very confused and concerned at the same time, we both sat up and I wouldn't even dare look at him. I faced the corner and ignored his pleas to get me out of said corner I had made my new home. "I'm so ashamed, I cannot believe I was having such... indecent thoughts. And not just about anyone, no, no, no IT WAS AMERICA!" I thought, I could never look at myself in a mirror again. I was gripping the sides of my ushanka so hard I could hear it start to rip, "RUSSIA!" I think I whipped my head round so hard I got whiplash, "WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY ARE YOU SULKING IN A CORNER?" He asked, I sniffed dramatically, quivering like a leaf in the wind. "I've...done s-something horrible. I can never face you again." I replied, now it was America's turn to look unimpressed.

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