Elevator Music (Rusame)

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BWJAHAH that made me giggle fr.

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I woke up in the hospital. My head was killing me, wait where's Russia? A million things rushed through my brain at once. I put on my sunglasses and got up to look for Russia, luckily, he was in the room next to mine. I looked through the glass; he was awake and looking out of the window from his bed. I carefully opened the door, "guess. who's. Heeereee. ~" I said. He ignored me, I sneered at him and tiptoed closer. It was only until I stole his ushanka is when he decided to pay attention to me. Russia's hair delicately fell onto his face, it was medium length, and he had a small ponytail at the back, but one thing stood out. IT WAS SUPER FLUFFY! "Hey! Give that back!" I bolted out of his room, and I could hear Russia screaming behind me. 

I sped past many of the nurses making a few fall over. "Sorry!" I Yelled to a nurse behind me, I leaped over a table, and I was now facing the entrance. I was trapped. I turned around and put my hands in the air, surrendering. Russia snatched the hat out of my hands, looked at me, then back at the hat, and just before he put it back on, I asked him to wait. He sighed, "what?" He was quite annoyed at this point. "Can I touch your hair? It... just looks really soft." He took a moment to think about it. "Do you really want to feel my hair?" His face softened from its usual 'do not interact or die' look. I nodded and he whisked me to his room. He sat on the bed and slightly lowered his head. "Just be quick." 

I felt a little giddy and gently put my hand on his head, it was extremely soft, it felt like I was touching a feather. "Is it possible for someone to have such soft hair?" I thought. Unfortunately, I got a little carried away. I put both my hands on his head and started to play with his hair. Russia then quickly grabbed my hands and lifted his head, "that's enough." He put his ushanka back on, his hair being sealed away never to be uncovered for the next ten million years. His face was beet red, and he didn't look me in the eyes, he looked like a cute little kitten. I smiled at him and then left his room.

"What are you doing in my brother's room?" My soul jumped out of my skin by the sudden appearance of Ukraine. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST." I shouted clinging to Russia's closed door. She looked me dead in the eye, her face unmoving. She raised her eyebrow, expecting an answer. I calmed down and stood up straight, she was much shorter than me (most people are) so I had to look down a bit. I gave her my best capitalist smile and told her we were just talking. She must've not seen us, so she bought the lie, "you know I don't think I've properly met you before. The name's USA but most people call me America, for some reason." I shook her hand, "Ukraine," she replied. It was slightly tense, so I left.

A few hours later my family arrived, they filled me in on what happened. Russia and I have been out for 3 days, the burnt monster has been taken to international labs for testing and the elevator used has been quarantined. "Tell us about what happened!" Asked the twins excitedly, "oh god, where do I start?" I said, my family listened so intently it was slightly pressuring. "Well, it started when Russia and I walked into the elevator..."

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Rus has soft hair... now I wanna touch it 😭