𝘾𝙊𝙎𝙈𝙊𝙋𝙊𝙇𝙄𝙏𝘼𝙉 || 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴

Chapter 4: Humanity's guest

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IT MEANS SM TO ME-

--> Keywords:

-> Y/N - Your name
-> C/N - Country name
-> M/N - Middle name
-> L/N - Last name

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Y/N woke up the next day in 5 in the morning, only to realize she's holding a soft pillow on her hands. She looks around, confused, until she remembered the events that happened last night. Her cheeks blushed red in embarrassment, until she forced herself to get out of bed.

She stretched her arms and legs, and finally the back, where she heard the beautiful sound of cracks in her body, which she so desperately liked. She walked to the built-in bathroom in the room and washed her face.

She realised she didn't have the toothbrush with the toothpaste, until she checked the cup on the sink which had a brand new pair of a F/C brush and Colgate. She brushed she teeth and got ready for the day.

She knew she had to go out to get more clothes, as the only extra dressing she had in her bag was only enough for a day or two. She would maybe talk to Soviet about it. Thinking of Soviet, she wanted to talk to him about the night before, so that he wouldn't tell anyone.

She didn't want to look weak in front of everyone on just the first day of meeting her.

Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. She quickly wore her socks and opened it, only to be met with the looming structure of Soviet. He had an unreadable expression on his face, and Y/N had to bend her neck up just to see his face.

"We need to get to the meeting room quickly. It was supposed to be next week, but since you are now suddenly here, we need to get going." He said, looking at the watch on his hand. "Wait, isn't Russia supposed to be going and not you? I mean, I thought you were retired-"
Y/N said, confused.

"Just come. I'll explain in the plane." He said, cutting her off. "We'll also have breakfast there, and we need to get there by the time it's around 2 PM. So hurry up." He asked, or well, more like ordered.

She nodded and quickly ran back to her room to get her bag which still had her laptop that was somehow saved from the impact the day before. She grabbed her phone of the bedside table and ran back down.

Soviet, who was quite surprised by her speed, hummed in approval and grabbed his ushanka from the table beside. But then, he took another glance at her, and his eyes were widened by her clothes, which was just a long sleeved shirt with pants that looked pretty suitable for the weather.

He ran up stairs suddenly, with his parental instincts taking over, only leaving Y/N confused as to why he just suddenly dashed up. Soon after, he returned with a winter beanie, sweater and a jacket.

"What are you wearing..?" He muttered quietly in his breath as he casually made her wear the sweater and the jacket. Y/N looked extremely baffled by his speed and by how she barely noticed he was making her wear the clothing until he finally put the beanie on her head.

He then gave out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding and opened the door. She could see why he was worried; he didn't want her to get frostbite. This thought kinda warmed her heart a bit, as she was dragged outside by him leading her to the giant plane behind the hill.

She was greeted by a pilot who had a mustache and calming aura. He said some things in Russian too quickly for her to catch on, so it could mean he's scared. "Успокоиться. Это ок. [ Calm down. It's okay. ]." It seemed to work kind of well, as he flashed her a soft smile, and walked to the front.

"Sit down now. We need to talk." She heard Soviet behind her. Those words never meant anything good in her life. She sat down in front of him on the sofa. "You know you need to meet the other countries in the meeting, right?"