again? - ruscan ( russia / canada )

shut the FUCK UP

this is just practice so i can get used to writing the characters... sorry it's so short ^w^
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"huh? can you repeat that?"

canada huffed, cheeks pink from the cold wind biting at his skin. he tried to speak again.

"i still can't hear you... a little louder?"

russia, on the other hand, pouted, leaning slightly closer and pointing to his equally pink ear.

"you're so quiet, canada... speak up?"

this had been going on for at least 5 minutes—it was snowing late at night in front of a random ass park and it was way too fucking late for this. america was nearing his last straw as he watched the two soft-spoken countries go back and forth over the wind in vain attempts to hear each other.

"sorry, what was that?"

"i couldn't quite catch that..."

it was nearly freezing out here and these two idiots were struggling to get a single word in... and russia was getting way too close to his (debatably) younger brother!!!

every time one of them was asked to repeat something, they got closer—as if that would somehow help their apparent chronic hearing loss. america, however, couldn't do anything about it, as he was close to frozen and couldn't open his mouth to get a word in! damn these northern countries and their cold resistance!

he watched as russia pulled his scarf lower on his face, probably to remove another obstacle between them. canada tried to stand on his toes so their height was closer—even though their height difference was nearly non-existent already.

"i can't hear you!"

"what did you say?"

"i'm afraid i didn't understand that..."

russias pout grew visibly, seemingly realizing that this hadn't gotten anywhere, and he looked at canada as if he were personally slighting him. canada, who was starting to notice just how close they had ended up, had an expression mirroring the taller nations while he puffed out his cheeks in frustration.

too close! too close! they were way too close! his brain seemed to shout, and he nearly had a heart attack when he saw russia take another step closer—canada didn't even bother trying to back away!!!!!!

both countries were currently too occupied with narrowing their eyes at each other in a newly-formed silence, refusing to break eye contact, to notice him. if it were anyone looking in from outside, it would look like they were about to kill each other.

that's exactly how it looked to america, at least—they were already unnaturally close for two mostly unfamiliar countries, and america was so so so close to just exploding! russia was talking to his brother! but it seemed no matter how much hot rage filled him, he couldn't move forward confidently and rescue his poor, pathetic, sad, lonely, shy, weak, total npc of a sibling from the evil clutches of big bad russia!!

...until suddenly they both smiled and stepped back, waving peacefully and bidding farewell as if they'd been able to understand each other this whole time!

"ah, that was fun, canada!"

"yes yes, i agree!"

"i'll see you again tomorrow, da?"

canada grinned brightly and nodded to the older nation who was now fidgeting with his scarf and pulling it back over his chin.

"bye, russia!"

his canadian brother's quiet voice went, watching as said country turned and left, looking proud of himself. it wasn't until canada turned around to do the same that he saw america again, standing perfectly still and gaping at the scene.

"you- wh- since when- huh?" he sputtered, and canada simply smiled and grabbed americas wrist to (barely) drag him away as an answer.

unhelpful bastard.

unfortunately, america definitely had some form of frostbite or hypothermia, so he didn't exactly oppose as canada brought him inside their temporarily shared apartment, wrapping him in a blanket before leaving him on the couch without a second word, that stupid smile still plastered on his face. he resorted to sulking silently as his brother left him alone. now he was tired! great.

it was surprisingly easy to fall asleep once he found a way to turn on the tv so it wasn't so suffocating quiet.

that didn't mean he didn't notice his brother giggling to himself quietly from the bedroom—he would have to deal with that when he woke up. countries heal quickly, after all, and that strange interaction wasn't going to fall out of his mind anytime soon.