Childhood Dream| Ruscan

Part 4

After a long night of storytelling and laughing and drinking so much strawberry vodka and stuffing his face with so many cheesy meatball subs that he had begun to see kittens swinging around on the chandeliers in the bar Canada decided it was time to call it a night. Of course since Canada had gotten drunk Finland had decided, for once, to be responsible and drive him home. Of course that would mean he himself would have to walk home, but as long as his best friend didn't see a pretty deer and accidentally drive into a tree trying to get a closer look like the crazy drunk he was then he didn't mind.

Finland drove Canada home, all the while the Canadian was going on and on about the story of one of his favorite video games, repeating stating why it was objectively the best game ever made. Eventually he reached Canadas home, helping Canada to his front door and instructing him to lock his front door when he went in.

Canada weakly pawed at the door until he was sure it had been locked, kicking off his shoes and flopping onto the couch, reaching for the remote to turn on his tv but falling asleep before he could even do that.

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He woke up the next morning to the sun hitting his eyes and the unshakable feeling of needing to puke hitting his- everything. He sprung up and ran to his bathroom, vomiting into the toilet for a few minutes before flushing the toilet and standing up. He lazily brushed his teeth and showered as well as he could, checking the time and seeing he had just wasted his time because he was already very late for work.

He groaned, making his way to his bedroom and laying down. He pulled out his phone, lazily scrolling through any app that couldn't keep him entertained for an hour, or at least until his already heavy eyelids got heavy enough for him to fall back asleep.

Suddenly, just as he was about to fall asleep and likely drop the phone on his face he got a text from Finland.

"I saw you weren't at work so I didnt go either 😗"

Canada smiled, clicking the notification and typing a response.

"Got any plans since we both didn't go?"

"Ye, I got us tickets for that one movie we made fun of so we can laugh at it in the theater"

"Sick, whens the movie playing?"

"8"

Canada glanced up to the top of his time, quickly noting that it was 5:57.

"Sounds good"

"K, I'll get ready now, I'll put my good lingerie on just incase"

"Shut up"

"Good 🙄"

Canada got up, stretching, hearing his bones crack and sighing. He got a monster out of the fridge, making an egg sandwich for breakfast, chugging the monster before eating his breakfast.

He got dressed in what he always wore, and sat on his couch lazily waiting for when he could finally start leaving which would be 6:30. The theatre was a ways away from him and he had to pick up Finland too, so he'd have to leave early.

He laid back on his couch, looking up at the ceiling and sticking out his tongue, bored. After a few moments he rolled over onto his stomach, his arms having over the arm of the couch and his chin resting on it. His mind wandered off, and he found himself thinking about Russia.

He felt bad for ending the conversation so abruptly without even asking for his number to talk later, he was a very close childhood friend after all, so he should've at least tried to get connected.

He decided if he saw him again he'd ask for his number, and if he didn't want to give it to him then that was just that.

He began to wonder how Russia ever even recognized him, because Canada had certainly changed a lot since he had been 5 years old.