ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ (ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ)

Merry go round

"Amerrikka pleazze!" the Russian pleaded holding his hands together and his knees on the floor looking at the American who was sitting in a crossed position looking at the Russian with and angry but sassy look.

It was around 9:30 PM and he was woken up by his best friend AKA his private guard, "what is it Ruski?" He mumbled. The Russian looked up and stood, he looked away embarrassment showed on his face. "I-canz zi zleep wiz zou..?" He asked in a quiet tone. He tugged at the sleeves of his night gown.

The American had great hearing, something he had gotten from his mother. He looked at Russia and giggled a little , the Russian looked up with a blush on his cheeks and crossed his arms. "Fine but only because you're my best friend!" He whispered making the Russian's eyes light up.

"But" Russia was cut off by American looking at him with a look he knew very well, it was his 'pay me back' look. "If, you're going to sleep here, I want you to accompany me in the festival tomorrow" he said smiling widely. The only thing the Russian could do was nod in agreement, he hopped in the king sized bed and fell asleep along with America close to his chest in a snuggled way.

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It was early in the morning and the guards and mistresses were cleaning the palace while others helped in the festival along with the villagers. There was a Canadian skipping along the big halls of the castle to his little brother's room ready to wake him up. He waved to several passing maidens who were cleaning statues or paintings of the family or past rulers of the land, they bowed in a respectful way in response to the seventeen year old as he passed by.

When he got to his brother's room he saw the door slightly open and panicked, he raced over to the room to check on why it was open. When he opened it fully he saw something he didn't expect..

His brother was cuddled up to his private guard who seemed to hold him in a protective way, Canada narrowed his eyes at him, "im gonna have a chat with him.." he thought as he closed the door once again very loudly so he would wake up the duo.

He smiled as he went to Australia's room and told him the gossip, they both ran to New Zealand's and explained what Canada saw. They made up a Plan to talk to the Russian alone.

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The door slam had startled the American who woke up in an instant, he looked around and when he saw the Russian holding him by he waist he turned into a ripe tomatoe. He calmed himself down and carefully made his way out of his bed and over to the window. When he looked down he was confused on why there was so much activity in the village.

He searched his mind for a moment until the memory of the festival came to mind. He dashed to his closet and took out his outfit for the day, the month was around October so it was going to be a full moon festival. (I like to think that, that's what they called Halloween back then!)

He took out a white shirt with puffy sleeves and a gold pattern at the collar and bottom of the sleeves, he took out some light brown pants which started a bit tight at the beginning and got puffier at the bottom. He got some of his favorite black boots and some accessories like his rings, ear rings and his special bracelet made by Russia for him, they had matching ones.

America's had a blue and red pattern, Russia's had almost the exact same pattern if it weren't for the little star in the middle. His heart fluttered by just looking at it. He snapped back to reality he finally took out the last piece of his outfit of everyday; a corset.

America loved corsets, he couldn't explain why but it made him feel different..the corset was a cream color it wasn't big but it sure made America's waist look noticable. That was something Russia didn't like whatsoever, he had found people looking at the American plenty of times and that pissed him of.