Elevator Music (Rusame)

╭──╯ . . . . .𝓣𝓦𝓘𝓝 𝓑𝓡𝓞𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡?. . . . ╰──╮

"And then I was like, no it was my evil twin brother! I don't know why no one believes I have a twin brother? As far as I'm concerned, he's very real and has malicious intent! Well actually... he's not my twin we were just born in the same year." Poland listened to me quietly as I rambled on about nothing, he had his hand out on the table. 

So, I decided to mess with him a bit, I put my hand on his and he looked like he was electrocuted. He turned completely red and started to shake a little. "Hey, do you think you could do me a favour?" He nodded frantically, I leaned in closer and put my other hand on his. "I want you. To keep an eye on someone for me. Can you do that?" He nodded again, completely speechless. "Good." I handed him a picture of Afghanistan, "all you need to do is... update me whenever he does something. Interesting, let's say."

I checked my watch, I needed to get back to the office before someone else screams at me. I patted Poland on the head, I did it as he seemed to like it. And promptly made my way back to Satan's lair.

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Russia's POV

I recovered quite nicely, and it would have stayed nice if I wasn't in a room squabbling with America about what our banner should say. "Obviously it would make more sense if it said welcome!" I said, "but that's so boring! It should be BIG and FLASHY. You know, to grab people's attention!" Rebutted America, I glared at him; America was very antagonising. I huffed, "fine, do what you want." America smeared on his usual smug look and scribbled on the A1 sheet in triumph.

We spent countless hours writing, scoring out then rewriting and drawing our plan for the festival. We had to do a bit more work as we were a little behind, it was irritating but it couldn't be helped as personal issues stopped us from working. After hours of hunching over we both stood, breaking my back in the process, and looked at our plan. America looked at me a little concerned as he had heard my back crack, "jeez, and I thought I was the old man." He said laughing.

"Oh, shut up." I looked the other way, but I could feel a smile creeping onto my face. "Is that a smile!" Quizzed America, "no." I turned away from him quickly, "THAT'S A SMILE!!" America teased, he continued and laughed at me. I could feel my face heat up, "I was not smiling, I don't know what you're talking about." I said, America looked at me smugly, "sure, sure whatever keeps you happy. Ya lil' grinch." 

And he turned back to reviewing the plan. His phone then buzzed a second later and he excused himself, I started finishing off some other work while he was gone, I thought about the way he laughed earlier. My I could feel a little heat rising to my face and I decided I had pondered on the thought for too long. I quickly refocused on what I was doing. 

America was gone for a while, and I found myself uncharacteristically curious. I made my way over to the door and hesitated to open it, I could hear him talking in hushed tones on the other side. It piqued my curiosity, what was he talking about? I pressed myself up against the door to see if I could hear a little better.

".... No. I don't think so? .... Oh.... Ok I see. Today...."

A loud noise obstructed what he said, and I pressed further into the door, however I was stopped as America opened the door and I leaped backwards. America was startled by my sudden appearance, "were you eavesdropping?" He came closer studying my face with suspicion. "No, I don't care enough to." He came closer, "hm? Then why were you standing when I came back in?"

He continued to come closer, backing me into the wall. "Can I not stand when I want to? You have no control over what I do." I said flatly, America was now standing only inches away from my face. He stood on his tiptoes, "Awh, come on now. Don't let there be secrets between us. ~" My face began to heat up and my eyes darted in all directions, "why do you always do this." I asked, too overwhelmed to look at him directly. 

A soft smile formed on his face, and he pressed his body on mine, his hand making its way down to mine and holding it in a firm grasp, I noticed his hand was very small compared to mine. He leaned into my ear, "because you're so fun to tease. ~" My face turned the shade of ripe tomatoes, suddenly there was a knock and we scrambled back to our seats.

"Uh, come in!" Said America his voice was shaky, so it sounded more like a question rather than an invitation, and he quickly composed himself as Malaysia walked in. "What's up Malay!" America greeted him with a white grin he wanted to stand but Malaysia kept him seated by putting his hand on his shoulder. 

"Hey America! Erm, Japan asked me to give this to you? I don't really know what it is." It was very subtle, but I saw America pause for a split second before taking it from Malaysia. "I wish I could hang around more, but Indonesia will scream at me for skiving. Again." America laughed at him and patted him on the back before he made is way out. As soon as the door shut America's shoulders slumped and he slowly turned back to me.

Digging his hands in his face he groaned. "Ugghh! Ruski what do I do?" He sighed. Ruski? I thought, I sat quietly waiting for him to elaborate. 

"Long story short Japan likes me, and I obviously don't feel the same way. And I don't want to hurt her feelings since I'm such a good friend!" I narrowed my eyes at him, "Ame, you're far from being a good friend." I spat at him; he rolled his eyes in return. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOO! Help me please." He begged, "just say you don't like her, simple." His face fell, "I'm not sure I'm calculating what you said correctly, you think I haven't thought of that before?! Japan is a lot more sensitive than she appears, saying that will NOT go down well."

He slammed his head on the desk and groaned, I lifted my hand out to caress his head in comfort. "I'm sure it will be okay лучик. Don't fret over things that haven't happened." He sighed. "I mean. Have you even read the note?" I asked.

He half-heartedly lifted his head and ripped open the envelope, it was an invitation to a café date, well, on the letter it said she wanted to 'hang out' but we both knew it wasn't like that. After reading it Ame shot me the nastiest side eye. Well, I couldn't actually see his eyes but, I could tell. "Welp. I'm fucked." I made a face at him and it took him a minute to understand what I meant. "Oh, shut UP." And he hid his blushing face in his arms.

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A little fluffy chapter for today 🤭☝️

Don't be too mad at the chapter title like i'm running out of title ideas 😔

OMG I JUST DID ALL MY EXAMS FOR THIS WEEK AND I'VE FAILED 😭

AND I STILL HAVE MORE NEXT WEEK 😭😭

I cri

Happy Eid mubarak! 🎊

Published 21/4/23