"How to comfort depresed russian boyfriend"

  Napoleon and Aleksandr, the two despised each other, but with time, they learnt how to be close to one another. The two roommates (OMG, THEY WERE ROOMATES.) lived in a small flat, spacious enough to accompany the two, neat and tidy, which is rather unusual if you think of it. Men, *two* of them, actually having a nifty home. Huh.

 Napoleon, a usually cocky bastard, with chestnut locks cut square and bluish-grey eyes and Aleksandr, being a polite and sensitive tall bean, his slender figure pale and his cheeks (not the bottom ones) powdered of rose colour, with ash-blond curls and light blue eyes. But of course--and always in these stories--the nice one is depressed and craves comfort, but just can't reach out to anyone, even to Napoleon. Yay.

  Aleksandr was waiting for Napoleon to come home, just simply sits on the floor near a window. He sighed. Looking outside, his mind wanders. "Does Napoleon really value our relationship?" "Is everyone secretly plotting against me?" "What IS life?" "..." There was silence in the room he sat on, one that made him rather uncomfortable. Paranoia visiting him at times was normal for him, and so is silently sobbing about the things his mind cooks up.

  As Aleksandr's intrusive thoughts closed on him, he felt like his eyes were holding water like a dam in a harsh lake. He held on a little bit, but walls can't stay forever. He quietly sobbed in the corner of the room, letting it all out. "Why do I have to be like this... Exactly..?" He thought. Everyone viewed him as a perfect and amiable, but why would he listen to mankind's words if they keep spitting out lies all the time? He images himself as an oversensitive meek and some people did as well. From the very idea alone, he wept even more, just trying to release it all.

  Napoleon had driven to their flat, grab his keys, and opened the door quietly. He walked in, seeing Aleksandr sobbing. Aleksandr not noticing his roommate, blinded by his tears, kept on crying about. "... You alright?" Napoleon uttered, alerting Aleksandr. Napoleon wasn't really known as the emotionally sensitive type, but seeing his roommate he loved with "fraternal love" he just had to try. "Oh, Napoleon... Y-Yes, I am fine..." Aleksandr answered, he sniffled and looked down while still sitting on the floor. Was he really fine? Take a look, nah. Napoleon replied with his quiet tone "You sure..? Ain't looking like it." as he sat down beside Aleksandr, wrapping his arm around his shoulder, trying to comfort the Russian. Aleksandr leans to Napoleon, resting his head on him. Shit. Napoleon didn't know what to do next, he wasn't the expert much with comforting individuals. He usually makes them cry even more. Bold enough , and bold he was, he pulled out his phone, searching on Google, "How to cimfrt depresed russian boyfroend". Those were the exact wrong spelled words he typed on the screen.

  Aleksandr glances at Napoleon, finally relaxing and curious what he was searching on Google at this time. He sees Napoleon searching how to
"cimfrt" him. How cute, he thought. He chuckles softly as he wipes his tears and teases Napoleon with "Are you seriously searching that up on google?"
"Y-You can't blame me on not knowing what to do..." Napoleon replied, a tad bit embarrassed. "Come on, just tell me what you want me to do..." He added. Aleksandr giggles and wipes his tears away, answering with "Alright alright..! Just carry me to my bed and lay with me. That would cheer me up."
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Y'all please don't attack me for how BADLY WRITTEN this was 😭 I literally made this in school during a math lesson so, you can't expect me to make a 5 Michelin star meal with english only being my and language 😔 Anyways, that's all 👍

      Not-so sincerely, Anzia 🔥