Unstable Relations ||RusAme||

Chapter 1

'Stop doing that and get in your room before I beat your ass!'

America had absolutely despised his dad. Ever since Britian knew about the incident, the old man started blaming the death of his wife on him for no reason.

The American stomped upstairs to his room, closing the door and locking it. He pouted, laying in his bed. 'Why's it gotta be me?'

He's always wondered how he was able to tolerate him after all these years. It's been, say, 6 years? Yeah, I guess you could say that.

Boxes filled America's entire room. Clothes, toys, basically anything littered it too. They were packing up to move to a new town, once again.

He began picking up the things on all over the place, sorting them into their designated boxes. Though, he must say, he does like clean rooms and organizing things.

Once he was fully finished, he sprawled out across the bed, after having a long, stressful day of course. America sighed, closing his eyes to take a short little nap.

July 13, 15 days later

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

America woke up by the sound of his alarm. He slapped his hand on the desk, trying to turn the damn alarm clock off. The boy failed to find the snooze button, and instead threw it across the room.

He groaned. It was finally time to go, and move out the house. It took some pretty long days packing, and hauling all the stuff in the car.

America took some time to adjust, yawn, and stretch. He stood up from his bed, bending over to pick up the now broken alarm clock. 'Dammit. Ugh.' He decided to keep it anyway, so he set it on the floor.

America did his daily tasks, changing, eating, and brushing. Once he finished all those, he picked up the alarm clock, and hid it in his hoodie pocket.

~ Time skip ~

America was boringly looking outside the window. He watched as the plain grass rolled by.

He was in a car, their dad driving it. They were near their designated location, according to the GPS. He didn't really care if they were to crash or not, because he didn't like his dad anyway. America didn't know what to do, and so he took out his phone.

The boy decided to text his old friend, which he did.

>Hi Mexico. Long time no see, huh?
>Yeah. Hi 'Meric.
>What you been doin'?
>Eh, nothing much.
>Just doing my hobbies, that's all.
>Also, selling food at a food stand for money.
>That's neat. Gaining any money so far?
>No, because it recently just opened and nobody knows about it.
>Oh. Well, cya.
>Bye Mex.
>Bye Ame.

America sighed as the car pulled into a stop. They just needed some gas to be able to continue.

~> Time skip <~

There it was. Their new home. They were finally home.

America looked at the house for a moment, eyeing it up and down. It was the usual average two-story house, that's all. But he didn't feel exactly comfortable. He glanced at his siblings.

9 year old New Zealand bounced up and down happily. He seemed to be excited to move into there.

Australia, a year older than Kiwi, looked at it in a suspiciously manner. He didn't seem to trust it, either.

Canada, who was holding America's hand, looked up at his brother and said, 'Doesn't it look cool?'

America responded to him by saying, 'Not really, It's probably going to be just like our old one.'

His younger brother frowned, looking back at the home. Their dad then spoke up, 'Alright kids, go on inside and I'll grab the matresses. You all should take a look at it.'

The group nodded, walking inside. It was a dull, boring house which had barely anything inside. America decided to take a peek upstairs.

He walked up the stairs, only to find a dim hallway. He shrugged, and walked throughout it. America looked inside the rooms. They were all the same, and so he got bored easily.

Meanwhile, Canada noticed that his older brother was gone. 'Uhh, guys? Where's Meric?' Australia shrugged, New Zealand not even hearing them at all.

'Aye, maybe he's upstairs. There's clearly a set of stairs there,' the younger sibling pointed at what seemed like a set of stairs. Canada mentally facepalmed himself, 'Stupid me.' A loud thumping sound came, and stopped when America had reached the living room. 'I'm bored guys, do you wanna play something?'

New Zealand heard this, beaming. 'Yeah yeah! I wanna play!' The youngest ran up to America, poking him. 'Tag, you're it!' He chuckled, 'Alright then. Tag, we go.'

They continued playing the childish game for several minutes, until their father came in. He was holding two air mattresses.

'I want you four to pump these up for me, got it?' The siblings nodded, knowing that they wouldn't know how extreme their punishment would be if they refused any command.

.+* time skippy skip *+.
wow thats a lot of skips

The group of children had been way too exhausted after having to do a lot of chores. They had to move all their stuff in, blow up the air matresses, and put all the kitchenware in place. Though America, at least, were happy in the end result as the house looked neat.

He walked upstairs to his room, which now had his own bed, instead of an air mattress. He felt sorry for Australia and New Zealand, because they were the ones who had an air mattress. Though, they probably liked it.

The striped boy got out his laptop, searching up whatever. He continued to surf through the internet a little, before falling asleep on this tiring, and exhausting day.

Ha- I couldn't even reach 1k wor d s-
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