I'm F.I.N.E.

Sad Things Happen

Russia's pov:

I was in my room, it was still Friday, and a special someone just had to be screaming at me through my door.

"YOU SUCK, I'M ASHAMED TO CALL YOU MY BROTHER! YOU BETTER COME OUT HERE BEFORE I KICK THE FUCKING DOOR DOWN, RUSSIA!" Ukraine yelled.

"I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY!" I yelled back at her.

I heard a few thumps, but eventually they stopped, and there was a silence.

Then there was a small knock on my door. I sighed. I opened the door, but instead of seeing my bitch of a sister, I saw my other little sister. Belarus.

Shit, I must've scarred her! I thought.

"Hey big bro," She said with a small smile.

"Are you okay Bel. I'm sorry for the yelling," I rambled.

She laughed a little, and hugged me.

"It's fine, big bro, was it you who was banging on your door and threatening you? I doubt it." She replied matter-of-factly, but cheerfully at the same time.

"I guess you're right," I laughed.

Then there was a ding, that signaled I had a text message.

Hey, Russia, wanna meet me
at the park? I know it's late, but
I figured there's not much else
to do today.

Yeah sure, the park by the 7-11
right?

yeah, see you there.

Wait, can I bring my little sister?"

Sure!

I smiled at Bel, and said, "Let's go to the park."

"Anything to get out of this house," She replied with a smile.

We walked to the front door, where I assume Ukraine had exited the place a few minutes ago. We left the house, and began walking to the park. We talked about all kinds of things on the walk there. It was nice, because Bel and I hadn't had time to talk in a while.

Once we made it there America was already at the park, on a bench, and a kid who seemed about seven years old was with him.

Bel suddenly ran over to the smaller boy in front of us.

"Kiwi!" She yelled with a smile on her face.

They hugged, and I asked, "You two know each other?"

"Yep," They said at the same time.

I sat down with America.

"Wanna go to the swings? There's four," He asked.

I nodded, and we walked over to the swings.

I sat down next to the other teen.

"Whoever can get highest wins?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

"You're on!"

We were swinging while Kiwi, and Bel were talking, most likely about how their brothers are dorks.

I eventually stopped, and let America win the race.

"Yay, I did it, I saved the world!" He then said, "And then the world fu-ricking explodes."

"Oooooh, you almost cussed!" I said while I pretended I was five.

"Don't tell the teacher!" He pleaded in a fake whiny voice.

We then looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

Our siblings looked at us with confusion.