United High (On Puase :3)

Truce and Frito Pie

Moscow's POV

I was walking through the house trying to find Honey when I heard папа talking to someone in Russian on the phone. His office door was open so I peeked inside and tried to listen to what he was saying, (underline is someone speaking a different language, in this case it's Russian) "if you keep this up, you will ruin the economy and get either me and my son or Ukraine and her daughter killed!" Папа yelled, I couldn't hear who was talking on the other side of the phone, but I had a feeling it was our president, "I don't care about how "close" you are to winning! Either my SON and I, or my SISTER and her DAUGHTER WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T BACK DOWN AND SIGN A TREATY!" Папа yelled, but then the president said something and папа stopped, "what did you just say...?" Thus time, I could hear the president, it was distant, but I could hear it, "I said, if I bring back the USSR, you, Moscow, and Ukraine won't die, just the Kyiv girl," 'no, no, no, no, I don't like Kyiv, but I don't want her to die, I  don't want to die, I don't like this,' "no! No! No! I'm not letting you kill Kyiv! She and my sister might be bitches right now, but that doesn't mean I want this stupid war to end with Kyiv dying! Nor do I want it to end with Moscow and I dying! You're fucking insane! I can't wait for you to fucking die! I'm going to get special permission from the UN so when you die, I can take over and fix the shit you caused! Honestly, if us countries ran stuff, our world would be much better because we aren't power hungry lunatics! So, you can take your "new" USSR and SHOVE IT RIGHT UP YOUR ASS-" папа furiously hung up and shoved his phone in his pocket. he started walking towards the door where I was. I quickly and quietly got away from the door and to my room right before папа came into the hallway.

I laid on my bed and starred up at the ceiling, thinking about the conversation between папа and the president. Speaking of папа, he came into my room and asked, "hey mossy, what do you want for dinner?" "Um, I don't know, I'm not that hungry right now," I replied, rolling over to where I could see him, "alright, I'll ask again later, I do have to call someone, so I'll be in my office," папа left my room and I pulled out my laptop to play some web browser games, trying not to think about the conversation and the possibility that I'll fucking die.

Russia's POV

I shut and locked the door to my office and sat at my desk so Moscow couldn't hear me, I didn't want him to worry for his future as hopefully what I wanted could go through. I pulled out my phone and called Ukraine, hopefully she wouldn't answer with yelling. "What do you want asshole?" She asked when she finally picked up the phone, "I just want to talk about our kids, I just want the best for my son and your daughter, aka my niece, or has the war made you forget that we're family?" I replied, too tired to deal with her shit today, "fine, what is it? This better be good," "I want a truce, and when I say truce I mean truce between us, like no fighting between us, we can't stop the war, but I want us personally to stop fighting for the best of both our kids, I just want Moscow to have a normal teenage-hood, he already had a fucked up childhood, I don't want his teenage years to be fucked up too," Ukraine was silent for a minute before speaking, "America asked the same from me as well, he wanted me to make Kyiv keep politics out of school, so I guess we can have a truce for out of school as well," "thank you, you might hate my guts right now, but I still just want the best for both our kids, but there's one more thing.." this was going to be something hard to ask, "what is it?" "Um, if your country was to win the war, and you take over my land, could you convince your president to make Moscow, and maybe me, some sort of state to where he, and or, we live?  I promise I would attempt to get my president to agree," "fine, I will try my best, but can't guarantee it, and I'm sorry for that," "It's fine, I guess, as long as you try i guess I'll accept my fate based on what happens," "... goodbye Russia," Ukraine hung up on me and I just sat in silence, thinking about how Moscow's life could be cut so short hurt my heart greatly.

I looked at the time and noticed it had somehow been half an hour since I asked Moscow about dinner, he claimed to no be hungry, but I didn't believe him, so I was going to make some chili with Fritos to dip it in, or as America claims it's called, "Frito pie" or some shit like that. I went down to the kitchen and grabbed a can of chili and dumped the entire contents into a bowl and put it in the microwave, uncooked chili from a can looks like cat food and looks gross as fuck, but it gets better when cooked. While I poured some Fritos into a bowl, Moscow came downstairs and asked, "what are you making папа?" "The Frito pie thing America takes about whenever someone brings up the Frito chips or chili," I replied, taking the chili out of the microwave and setting it next to the chips, "uh, ok, is this all we're eating for dinner?" He asked, "no, of course not, I was thinking of some fruit for a side, but I don't really know what goes with chili," I replied, looking through the fridge for a side dish. Moscow sat down at the table and started dipping the chips into the chili and eating it, "hm, it's not that bad, it's just chili and salty chips, I don't know why America and Texas claim it's so good," he said, "I think they put over stuff in it, and they don't dip it Mossy, you're supposed to have a bowl of chips and pour the chili into it, and then put stuff on it, America says he likes cheese and jalapeños on his, do you want cheese or jalapeños? Or both?" I said, actually finding jalapeños in the fridge, "uh, Texi says he likes chili dogs, he claims they're really good, but hotdogs are gross," I notices the nickname Moscow used, that's fucking adorable, I snickered, and he looked at me confused, "Texi? You two have pet names now? Seems like your relationship is becoming more by the second," "what? No-! It's not a pet name! It's a nickname! He said his family calls him that! He calls me Mossy!" He looked embarrassed that I implied that he had a boyfriend, but it was still cute, "sure, whatever you say my cub," I patted his head and put some shredded cheese in a bowl and started cutting up jalapeños and putting them into a bowl as well.

After putting the topping on the table, I pulled out my phone to call America for more topping ideas, "it's make your own Frito pie night," I chuckled before America picked up the phone, "wassup vodka man!" He said, "hey, America, what other things do you suggested on uh, that Frito pie thing?" I asked, already preparing myself for yelling, "oh! You're finally trying it!? Sweet! Well as you already know, I like cheese and jalapeños on mine, but you could put sour cream on it, maybe some Spanish rice, guacamole, Tabasco, chips and salsa for a side, etcetera," "ok? I don't have like any of them, other than the cheese and jalapeños, I might have chips and salsa, thanks for the advice, I guess? Bye," I quickly hang up on him before he could go on and start looking for salsa and chips, Moscow did make me buy him some at the store so we should have it.

I put the rest of the food on the table and Moscow, and I dug in, it was an ok dinner, but i felt like shit after I was done, so did Moscow. We both sat on the couch nursing our upset stomachs as our cats laid themselves on us for warmth and cuddles. "I'm going to throw up... how dies Texas eat that??" Moscow groaned, curling up on the couch, "I have no fucking idea," I replied. "I'm going to go lay in my bed and suffer," Mossy said, getting up and going upstairs, "have fun, I'll be here...* I called back, shutting my eyes to sleep the grossness off.

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Last night I had Fritos and chili and my stomach hurt because I ate the entire can, so I know what it's like- and I had to look up good toppings for it since I only knew cheese and jalapeños, which just don't eat Frito pie with anything, only Fritos and chili