im taking reqs for chapter ideas and also sorry if these chapters are short
RUSSIA'S POV
I sighed. Where's Germany? He said he'd be here by now. I checked my phone. He really owes me that vodka. I heard a knocking fit on my door. Finally, that сука is here. I opened the door, seeing a troubled German there, holding a bottle of vodka. "Sorry, sorry, I had paperwork to do." Germany panted. "Aren't you like 5 days ahead of your work?" I asked. "Wait, really?" "Well, I'm guessing so. Now hand me that vodka before I grab it myself and hit you on your big head." "O-oh, sorry." Germany gave me the vodka. "Thank you never." Germany headed out, rubbing his temples.
GERMANY'S POV
Geez, why does he have to be so rude at times? Welp, I gotta do my work now. I got in my car and drove out.
time skip ig
I arrived at my house. I slipped my hand in my pocket to grab my keys. The piece of metal fell on the ground. Crap- I picked up the key and walked to my house. The second I opened it, my dog jumped on me. The scent of coffee was fuming through the halls. I went to my office to work on paperwork. Wait, didn't Russia tell me that I was five days ahead of my paperwork? Nevermind.
AT SOMEONE ELSES HOUSEH
CANADA'S POV
I woke up to the ringing noise of my stupid goddamn alarm clock. Why is my life like this? I dragged myself out of my bed, still a bit groggy. I saw America, my brother.
"Sup, bro. Whatcha doin'?" He said, in a surprisingly cheerful tone.
"Where's the maple syrup?"
"I dunno, Dad never told me." America shrugged.
"Well, can you help me look?"
"NO HEHEHEHEHE-" America squealed. Oh god, why does he have to be so annoying?
I decided to interact with my other brother, Australia. "Oh, hi, Nada'. Ya need anything?"
"Do you know where the maple syrup is?"
"Oh, yeah bro. It's in the left drawer, next to the safe with a bunch of tea in it." Australia said, slowly stroking a snake.
"Thanks! I owe you one."
Hmm, I wonder what's wrong with America?
I rushed to the kitchen, scanning the room for the tea safe. It was next to the fridge. I opened the left drawer to find a maple-leaf-shaped bottle of syrup. YES, FINALLY! I snatched the maple syrup, chugging it down. I shot the middle finger at America. "SCREW YOU! YOU'RE A TERRIBLE SIBLING!" America sat there, scrolling through something called 'TikTok'. "Yeah, you too. Now can I borrow some money to buy a Happy Meal?"
"Wha- No, you owe me like 100 bucks already."
"Well, give me 100 dollars so I can pay my debt or whatever."
"Hmm... Ye- Wait... No, of course not!" That smart aleck. That little son of a bitch.
"So, are you gonna give me the money? I'll do your chores for a week."
"Alright, fine." I handed America some money.
"THANKS!" He rushed out the door, going to buy some McDonald's.
I sighed, hoping America would pay me back.
AMERICA'S POV
YES YES YES YES FINALLY I GOT MY MONEY! I sped through the street, going to the local McDonald's. There it was, it was practically heaven in itself. I opened the door, the scent of french fries, filling my nonexistent nose. I stood in line, watching some memes. It was finally my turn but then- Wait a goddamn minute... THIS IS MONOPOLY MONEY! THAT MAPLE SYRUP-ADDICTED BASTARD! "Excuse me, what would you like to order?" The 15-year-old cashier asked me.
"Nevermind, I don't want to buy anything anymore," I muttered. "Alright. See you soon!"
I grumbled 'Stupid maple guy' over and over again. I stormed out of the McDonald's, bumping into Russia. "Can you pay attention to your surroundings every once in a while, capitalist pig?" He hissed.
"Well, can you not growl at me, commie?" I said in an annoying voice.
"Hmm... How about, нет." Russia said mockingly.
"I DON'T SPEAK SOVIET, COMMIE!" I squealed
"You know what, never mind." He continued walking down the streets, taking a swig of vodka every once in a while.
WHY DOES LIFE HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING BAD! SCREW YOU, JESUS! I had a furious face on me, and I was going to beat Canada's ass off.
Soon after a long walk back, I banged on the door, and when it finally opened, I saw Canada drinking MY Coka-Cola! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
"Oh, hey bro." He took a sip of the can, and I punched him hard on the elbow. "Ow, hey, what was that for?" He said innocently.
"YOU STOLE MY COKE AND GAVE ME MONOPOLY MONEY!" I growled. Canada rolled his eyes. "Yeah, duh. Why would I give you my money? Are you stupid?" Canada flicked his fingers on my head. I was practically fuming by now.
"FUCK YOU!" I yelled.
"SORRY!" Canada said sarcastically.
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A Place Where Dreams Pass
Fanfictiondis from quotev cause why not please go to my quotev https://www.quotev.com/SlavicSpiek Poland has been seeing some weird things lately. Even in his dreams, he isn't safe. Russia tells him to just ignore them and they'll go away. America doesn't ca...
