Bloom »Countryhumans« (Discontinued)

1. Travels

As Germany dragged his metallic blue suitcase down the stairs, he could hear America screaming at Fortnite the closer he got to the lounge. It was a horrible, high-pitched scream that would make his ears bleed. At least it felt like that.
Germany tiredly walked over to the open door, Poland waiting outside for him.
"Alright, I'll see you all in a few weeks." He called.
"Have fun on your quote-and-quote 'business trip'... More like a dating trip!" Shouted America before Germany left. He simply rolled his eyes, and led Poland to his car.
"Are you sure Russia will be okay with America?" Asked Poland, clearly worried.
Germany processed it for a minute, and replied to her;
"I don't know. We'll need to wait and see."
Russia looked out of his bedroom window, seeing a car leave the driveway. It was already that time of year, huh?
Russia got nervous, knowing America would turn his attention to him. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, right?

A few days passed. Russia hated it. America wouldn't leave him alone, unless he wanted to play his game. He knew he was cracking under pressure, he knew it. He hadn't eaten for the past two days, his water bottle was running out.
He didn't want to unlock his door, though. Especially now.
There were a few bangs on the door. America again.
"Come on, just one game?" He asked. Russia was determined to not respond.
America started saying other things, except Russia wasn't listening. He couldn't.
Everything he heard was slurred out, dizziness corrupted Russia's vision. His eyes felt heavy.
A little sleep wouldn't hurt, right?

"RUSSIA!" He heard someone. They were kinda familiar.
There was more banging. But Russia didn't respond. He was completely in darkness. It was dark, cozy even.
"RUSSIA! You need to wake up! Germany's coming back soon!"
Wait, that wasn't right. He still had a few weeks.
Russia knew something was wrong.
He snapped his eyes open, finding himself buried underneath his duvet.
That probably wasn't good for him. He wouldn't have enough oxygen.
Right, back to America.
"RUSSIA!" He called out, desperately. Russia wondered why he sounded like that, quickly shaking the thought from his head.
"Y.. yeah?" He weakly replied. Why was he so weak?
"My god, Russia! Open the door!" America shouted.
Russia was still confused. He got up, unlocking the door at the other side of the room. Infront of him, stood a very worried America.
"What?" Asked Russia. He bet America just lost a game of Fortnite.
"You've been asleep for 2 weeks!" He shouted.
Russia's stomach sank.
"What?!" He shouted, pushing past America. Everything was quiet. This was unlike America. It actually seemed fairly peaceful.
"What are you doing?" Yelled America. Yep. There he goes again, with his shouting and screaming.
"I need to check something." Muttered Russia in response. He unlocked his phone, seeing tons of messages from Germany and Poland.
"Crap." He simply said.
It was America's turn to be confused.
"Germany and Poland are almost here. The most recent message was from ten minutes ago, and it takes fifteen minutes to get to the airport." Russia said.
"So?" Said America, back to his old self.
"They said there's gonna be a new person that were gonna have in our house." Mumbled Russia again.
America's eyes widened. Maybe this could mean he could have someone play Fortnite with him?!
"She's... Oh, my god." Russia said, his hand covering his mouth.
"What?" America asked.
"She apparently didn't exist before they found her... They said that they'd explain when they get here." Russia said quietly. America went to Russia's side, reading all the texts. A frown appeared on America's face, seeming disappointed with something.
"so ShE cANt plAy ForTnIte wiTh me?" He asked, sobbing.
"I don't think she'd want to." Retorted Russia, almost laughing.
"yOURE MEAN!" He shouted, running to his room.
And this was why he compared America to a teenage girl.
Hmm. Russia felt hungry. He wondered what America ate. And.. if there was anything left.
He walked over to the fridge, processing all of what happened, and opened it.
Surprisingly, the fridge actually had some food in it. Just enough for one sandwich.
A few minutes later, when Russia almost finished eating his food, there was a light knock at the door.
"iLL GET IT!" Screamed America, sprinting down the stairs.
"Haha, you're too slow, Russia!" He mocked, doing a weird victory dance, his back against the door.
"I wasn't even trying though." Called out Russia while America opened the door.
There stood Germany, worried. Only Germany.
"Where's the new kid?" Asked America.
"Getting out of the car - RUSSIA!" He shouted. Obviously he knew something.
Russia waved, stuffing the last of the sandwich into his mouth.
"What the hell happened?" Germany said, pushing past America and stomping over to Russia.
"wut" Simply replied Russia. Germany stood there, a midgit compared to Russia.
"You didn't reply to any of mine or Poland's texts!" He shouted. Russia began to feel kinda scared. He wanted to go back to his room and curl up and go to sleep. But he couldn't.
"I.. I left my phone downstairs and I just found it." Russia bitterly lied. Germany rolled his eyes, turning his head to Poland who leaned on the doorframe.
"Where is she?" He asked.
"Oh, she's here." She said in response. Russia noticed America just got bored and went to the upstairs lounge to play ForTnIte again.
Germany and Russia walked over to the door, Poland picking herself off of the doorframe.
Out from behind Poland came someone just about Poland's height. She wore a dark grey scarf and a pastel green sweater, her eyes directed to the floor.
"Do you want to introduce yourself to Russia?" Germany asked, his tone quiet.
She nodded, looking up a little. She noticed Russia was just about a meter from her.
She gently smiled, closing her eyes.
"My name's New Zealand. Or, if you prefer, Kiwi." She said. She had a slight accent in her voice.
Russia smiled back, forgetting everything that happened that day, and replied;
"I'm Russia, nice to meet you."