Hey there!
This story is really meant to be a comfort story for when you're feeling down, in each one-shot, you'll either find situations you might find relatable to make you feel less alone, or motivational and inspirational themes to motivate you...
(Before we start, I'd like to give credits to users "RACCON RENDER" and "Displate-prints on metal" on Pinterest for the wonderful pictures used in this chapter. Also, I'd like to clarify that the students are 16-17 years old, I changed my mind about them being in the last year of school.)
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Morning came. A rather gloomy one, just like the previous day.
Russia woke up, eyes heavy, with his usual frown, but that quickly changed once he remembered the events of the previous night.
He softly smiled, as he opened the curtains.
Would he finally make a friend?...
It sure seemed like it!
He got out of bed, got ready for school, and went downstairs with a bright smile on his face.
"Good morning!" He enthusiastically greeted his mum, a huge smile on his face, brows raised.
Soviet, who was reading an old newspaper, side-eyed him, her brows straight, eye narrowed with a hint of restlessness. If looks could kill!
"Why so happy?" She asked, her brows lightly furrowed, as if being happy was a crime.
"Oh, umm, I just can't wait for hockey practice this afternoon!..." He rubbed the back of his white hair, chuckling.
Soviet narrowed her eye more, in suspicion, but nonetheless kept reading that newspaper that dated all the way to the 30's.
Russia left his house, breathed in some fresh air, his bluish-turquoise eyes wide.
Today, he had left home early, he didn't want to take the usual boring bus, walking felt much more efficient to start the day.
That, and he wanted to avoid Canada as much as he could.
Soviet, who hadn't yet realized it was too early for school, kept reading the boring news paper.
"...Wait a minute..." She paused, and placed the news paper down.
"Russia!" She went to the front door, opened it, her brows furrowed, only to realize he had already left.
"What's he up to this time?..." She muttered to herself, eye narrowed, and went back indoors.
"...God, that was a close call..." Russia, who was hiding behind a tree that whole time, began walking away from the house.
He looked up the sky, only to see the clouds, as the cool breeze passed through his hair.
"Perfect for hockey..." He muttered, placed his hands in his jacket's pockets, only to realize he had forgotten his equipment.
He froze for a split second.
"...Ah, ебать...(fuck)"
"I can't go back now, that's a death wish." He thought, as he looked behind him.
"...Guess I'll wait 'till the end of school..."
And so he kept walking.
Meanwhile, Germany was already awake a few hours ago, and was enjoying some time at the café, before going back to his bus station.
He took a bite of his English muffin, as he doodled something in his note\sketch book.
Well, saying it's a doodle would be underestimating him.
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