How it Should Be |CH| RUSAME|

Chapter one

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Yup. More. Also, it's basically almost a copy and pasted version of a rp me and my frienmd did

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Russia walked down the hallway, grabbing his new keys, unlocking the door to his new dorm. He hoped he didn't have to have a roommate, or they were at least quiet, so he didn't have to lose his sanity. He walked into the apartment, it was very nice. No wonder tuition was so damn expensive. He walked into the hallway, and there were two bedrooms and a bathroom at the end. He walked into one of the rooms, claiming it as his own, and put the stuff he had, which was in a box, on the bed.

America had grabbed his new keys to his dorm, he was excited about college. As he opened the door, he thought about all the things he and his roommate could do. As long as it wasn't Russia. He saw two bedrooms and a bathroom at the end of a hallway. He walked into one of the rooms and saw nobody in there. He set his suitcase on the bed and lay down.

Russia heard his roommate come in, wondering who it may be. Almost dreading whom it may be. He put his stuff he had brought away in the drawers, humming lightly, and when he was done, he laid on his bed. He felt exhausted. He couldn't understand why, but he didn't have energy to do anything, anymore. He sighed, slowly drifting off to sleep.

America was half-asleep when he heard someone moving around and opening drawers. He looked up and saw nobody. He decided to look around his room more and unpack. He was unpacking when he realized he forgot his hoodies at his old house. Wanting some hoodies to wear he got up and headed to the door. He wanted to be friends with his new roommate, so, half-yelling he said, "I'm heading to the store, want me to grab you anything??"

Russia grumbled. He was half asleep and someone yelled something, he could barely comprehend. He didn't recognize the accent; he was too drowsy, but yelled back, "No."

America was just about to leave but then he heard someone yell "No." He recognized that accent, it couldn't be him, right? He was probably just hearing things. He left the apartment to go to the store. Whilst he was shopping he grabbed some cookies for him and his roommate. Peanut butter cookies would be perfect! He headed back to the apartment and went inside.

Russia was lightly dozing, when he heard his phone beep. Great. He drowsily checked his phone. It was his best friend Germany. His only friend. He huffed, and texted, "What the fucking hell do you want?" Then he heard his roommate come back. He was too tired to check who it was, so he just scrolled on his phone, waiting for Germany to reply.

America headed to his roommate's room to give him some cookies. He walked into the room and saw him. Russia. "Why the h*ll are you here?!"

Russia looked up from his phone. His heart sank, and he somewhat accepted it. Of course his roommate happened to be America. UN was probably salty about him because of the fight that kinda became physical between Russia and his father USSR. Oh how Russia hated his dad. But he hated America more. "Zis is my dorrrm." He huffed, "You got prrroblem?"

"No. I don't have a problem." America was upset. He placed the cookies on Russia's bed and left. Of course, his roommate was Russia. Out of everyone. He went to his room to listen to music and eat some food. Slowly but surely, he started to doze off in his chair. Then he fell asleep.

Russia glanced at the cookies, sighing. He took a cookie, popping one in his mouth. wow. these were the only cookies Russia ever ate. He huffed getting a ping from Germany. Something to distract him from thinking about America. Anything to not think of him.

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Trust me... it gets worse....

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