Drowning In His Sorrows |Ruscan Fanfic

[Chapter Two]

Canada was following Russia home. He didn't know why he was he doing this or what he was going to do after, but he was going along with his plan anyway.

Get in there, find out what's wrong then figure out what to do next.

His was surely going to fail but somehow he was still going along with it, weirdly enough, Canada felt it was his duty to help Russia. But he shook his thoughts away, his longish blond hair slapping the sides of his face gently. I have to concentrate on the task at hand, he though to himself, I mustn't get carried away.

He watched the Russian at a safe distance, Jesus this feels like I'm a stalker, only staring as Russia opened his front door with a key that appeared that it was from his long tan jacket, the jacket that the towering man seemed to always wear. Even in boiling weather! Canada shuddered, Alfred already told me the things that 'communist' keeps in his jacket.
But Canada couldn't to dwell in his thoughts. Russia had already gone inside and locked the door!
"Shit"
He was locked out of the house. Well I'm screwed, he thought to himself. Now he had to find a way in. Canada slowly scanned the Russian's house, Oh wow, he thought, that's a big house. Russia's house was HUGE, almost twice the size of Alfred's, which was already twice of the size of HIS house! He walked over to the door and, out of habit, lifted his hand to knock. Canada caught himself just in time. That was a close call. But nonetheless he tried the door, surprisingly it clicked open. What kind of person doesn't lock the door  when they're home alone? Well he wasn't one to argue, it just cost him possibly hours of looking for another entrance. Alfred says that Russia is twisted and/or insane anyway.
The first thing that hit him was the smell, it reeked of vodka. Canada looked down at the floor and saw countless bottles of the strong drink littered on the floor, he also saw little droplets of crimson on the floor. The combination of the smell and the sight made Canada gag. He didn't want to know what happened in the house he stepped in, he just wanted to leave and shut the door, but something stopped him.
He didn't know when or why, it felt that there was a force that was pushing him to help the formidable male, he just didn't know what...

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Not to Canada's knowing, it was actually the force of 1,000 screaming RUSCAN at the same time (lmao jk)
^^
I had to write that.

Welp that's the end of  the chapter now it's time to wait another 10 years for an update.

Scribble, out.