Swear warning lolz im dead inside
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Russia's POV:
I dragged myself to the elevator after what felt like an eternity of listening to EU and UN argue with each other and yap on about our safety in this building and whatnot. I was tired, stressed, and hungry. Also thirsty. But I can't really ask for vodka here as it's an alcoholic drink. (UNLESS...)
I smacked the elevator button to floor 4 and spammed the close button as soon as I entered. I didn't want to talk to anyone or even look at anyone. Especially not...
...
Third Person POV:
The elevator gave a ding, signaling it's arrival to the 4th floor. Russia stepped out of the elevator and began his way to his room.
"Uh... which one was it again-..."
He took out his paper and unfolded it, reading the contents.
"Room 427..."
He looked up to find the room just down the hall and sighed, speed-walking the rest of the way there. Standing in front of the door, he noticed someone already standing in the kitchen- no, two people standing in the kitchen. He could fully see them because the glass was this really fancy blurry glass. Russia looked over at the sign next to the door.
"Arm. What kinda ass name is that? Is this room shaped like an arm?!"
A color under each letter, and he froze.
"S-Shit... goddamnit... no... not him... please tell me-"
He opened the door and to his displeasure...
America's POV:
The door creaked open and me and Myanmar cracked our necks quickly turning to see who came inside.
Oh my days... is that-
"RUSSIA!" Myanmar yelled so loud I had to cover my ears. Jesus Christ, no wonder why they call her a peacock...
Wait a minu-
"RUSSIA!!!"
I screeched like I never had before and Myanmar literally jumped from her place to put her hands over her ears.
Russia was just standing there kinda awkward... I think I fucked up.
"Uh... jeez... sorry..." Russia sorta backed up a step and I had to massage my temples to stop myself from passing out.
"Don't apologize... come in..."
Lord, this is gonna be hell.
I watched as Russia walked down the dimly lit hall. To my surprise, he skipped my room. I didn't even put a sign up yet, but he knew which room I was staying in for no reason at all...
Stalker.
...
I'm only kidding... (Note from Claire: foreshadowing, THERES GONNA BE STALKING-)
Well... I guess all I can do now is settle in for real.
WAIT DID RUSSIA WALK IN WITH HIS SHOES ON-
Myanmar's POV:
Oh my Buddha my ears are ringing... America screams so fucking loud- like chill...
Wait...
oh shit- we're with Russia... I mean I'm chill with him but I'm not sure how America will take to this... I should probably check up on him- its pretty clear that they've had some "history" and bad blood between them.
AND WHEN I SAY HISTORY I DO NOT MEAN THEY FU-
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oh my god im crying this is gonna be hell GOD SAVE ME IM NOT EVEN CHRISTIAN BUT SAVE MEEEEEEEE-
We're in for quite a... month? Year?
Oh boy, gotta get my third wheeling on- erm... nothing.
Let's see how long they go without fighting with each other!!
i didnt know how to end this chapter so erm... heehee.
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