A Place Where Dreams Pass

Random crap (Plus another chapter)

This is the random stuff

RUSSIA'S POV

I glanced at the snow, adjusting my posture. My boots trudged at the ice-like powder. Wait, what am I supposed to do right now? I kicked a branch, and it tumbled on the road. A car zoomed by, it crashed and splintered into pieces. What am I doing?... I picked some snow, the melting snowfall was touching my bare hands. I threw it at a car, the snow crumbling.

POLAND'S POV

I sat in my bed, doing nothing in general. I flapped my wings, some feathers flying by. I eyed the wall, looking at some posters. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, dziewięćsetdziewięćdziesięciodziewięcionarodowościowego, (A.N: yes i typed that-) Arrgh, why am I here? What is the point of life? I stood up, shaking a bit.

AMERICA'S POV

I woke up, staring at the clock. It's 1 P.M. already? I yanked the blanket and threw it across the room. I could hear U.K. and France bickering about who-knows-what.

Arrgh, I want something to eat right now. I grabbed the blanket from the ground and I covered myself with the big cloth, slowly drifting to sleep again.

Okay, time for an actual chapter

Comeback

RUSSIA'S POV

I felt... Cold. Not like a blizzard cold, but just- Cold. A shiver zoomed through my spine, trickling into my brain. I stood in a forest, holding a Swiss Army Knife, just in case. I gripped it tight; As if you were holding a hot bowl of borscht and weren't trying to spill it. Seconds felt like hours, I was waiting for whatever would pounce on me. I narrowed my eyes, seeing a familiar figure. His head was red, and he was tall. It couldn't be Father. Right?... I kicked at a pile of woodchips, yelling, "LISTEN HERE, СУКА! SHOW YOURSELF! I'M NOT BLIND, Y'KNOW!"

A ghostly presence glided on my back, I could see the tall figure more closely and in detail. He was wearing a Soviet coat, the one Father used to wear when I was a child. A whisper crept in my ear, mumbling, "Russia. I'm here now." I took a step back, tripping onto a stone.

"It's your Father. I'm back." I squinted my eyes, not believing the Soviet Union out of all countries would be here.

I could see Soviet now, he stood in front of me. I realized this wasn't a dream. This was real, it wasn't just some stupid fanfiction that a person on the internet made. I was speechless, just staring at him in pure amazement and shock. "I-I- Is this real?" I mumbled.

THIRD-PERSON POV (ALSO TIMESKIP)

U.N. clicked their pen, a bit dazed. "Hm... So are you sure that he is back?" U.N. echoed.

"Да, I am extremely sure that he is back. I saw him in the forest yesterday." Russia said.

U.N. stood silent for a few seconds. "...Interesting. And where is he now?"

"He... I don't know. Probably on the streets or something." Russia hesitated for a moment, then added, "I'm thinking that he's buying vodka, you know what Soviet is like."

"Yes, yes, we all know that." U.N. started clicking their pen again.

Russia stood up. "I'm going to find him, even if it's dangerous. Is this going to be confidential? Is anyone going to find out?"

"Depends on the situation. Is Soviet a threat to us? What is he planning to do? And most importantly, where is he?" U.N. rambled on about all the possible questions, not helping Russia at all.

Russia sighed in annoyance. "I just want to know if this is private." He said through gritted teeth.

"No. I will be informing all the former Soviet countries and all the NATO members." U.N. said quietly, almost as silent as a whisper. "Listen, I just want everybody to be safe."

"Well, that's very reassuring. Definitely." Russia grumbled sarcastically.

AFTER TELLING EVERYBODY

"W-wait, WHAT?! HE'S BACK?! KURWA!" Poland said, spreading out his wings. He trampled around in circles, muttering 'Kurwa' over and over again.

Germany sighed, rubbing his temples. "Great. The other less funny Russian guy is back. Yay."

America just was in a state of shock, trembling when he heard the news. "S-S-Soviet... Is back? What does he want from us? Is he going to kill us?"

Everybody was in a state of panic or shock when they heard the news, maybe some wanted revenge, and others were scared, but that was just the opening act of the circus, there were more things to worry about.

SOVIET'S POV

I burst into the U.N.'s meeting room, smirking. This is my chance for them to trust me, better not fuck up. Everybody's eyes suddenly pointed at me, I just ignored it and went on with my walking. "Well, hello, countries, if you aren't blind, then you could probably tell that it's me, the glorious union of the Soviets." My voice dripped with smugness, and I was clearly trying to charm them into trusting me.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be, you know, dead or something?" A person said. I realized it was that star-spangled-annoying-bitch, America.

"Haha, great question, America. Well, you see, wait, can you even see with those sunglasses on? Like, who actually wears those things indoors? Weirdo. Anyways, I have no fucking idea. But, I do know that I'm the greatest and most epicist nation ever- Xaxa, sarcasm, am I right or am I right?" I rambled on, stalling on that one question that I was afraid of. 'What are you doing here?'

"No, you're not right. I don't trust you, get that, commie? Can you hear me? Listen, I DON'T TRUST YOU." America hissed.

"Kids these days. Always so annoying." I yawned with a smug face, noticeably trying to annoy America.

America stood up, squealing, "I AM NOT A KID! I AM A RESPONSIBLE ADULT THAT PAYS TAXES!" He crossed his arms, fuming.

"Can you all just SHUT UP?! I AM TRYING TO COMFORT MY FRIEND, WHICH IF YOU HADN'T NOTICED; HE'S HAVING A PANIC ATTACK." Germany yowled, Poland hiding behind him, shaking.

"OH MY GOD, IT SPEAKS!" I screamed jokingly, trying to clear out the air. Germany scowled at me, clearly pissed. Yeesh, can't some people take a joke? How pathetic.

The room was silent now, all eyes on me. "What? Did I do something wrong? Oh, let me guess, I screwed up. Great, that wasn't how the plan was supposed to go! Wait, what was the script again?" I snickered at my own joke, but everybody else was like a mouse; Quiet as fuck.

Russia handpalmed his face, clearly disappointed. I smiled, and I towered above everybody. That was one of the perks of being tall, I could easily scare people into doing stuff. "So, what are we going to do now? Like seriously, are we just going to sit here in silence? Boring." America said.

"Can we stop moping about the fact that I'm back? Get over it! Toughen up or something!" I muttered.

"Well, he's rude like I remember," Poland whispered to Germany.