My friend asked for an art commission of herself as a ch or a furry
I drew her as a furry lmao
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🇷🇺 Russia 🇷🇺
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After a while, we sort of sat in awkward silence. We didn't exactly have anything to talk about, not that I was complaining. Being silent was easier than anything else. He ended up going in his phone and I ended up going on mine, but I left one earbud out incase he wanted to talk to me.
I was honestly exhausted, due to not sleeping properly for weeks on end, but I just held my eyes open and tried to find something to do. After a moment of my mind wandering, I looked up at America. He was scrolling on his phone silently, not minding me.
"Америка." I said, catching his attention.
"Yeah?"
"Maybe you should tell your family you're staying over, since Canada is asleep."
He blinked at me for a moment and then realization took over his face. I saw him tapping his screen quickly and pressing some stuff before glancing up with a little smile. "Thanks for reminding me." He said. I nodded in return.
"So..." He said after a moment, looking down kinda awkwardly. I paused my song and pulled my earbud out, realizing he wanted to start a conversation. And despite contrary belief. I didn't want to be rude.
"What is it?"
"I, uh... I'm not sure. But I don't want us both to just sit here on our phones." He said, tracing the edge of his phone with his finger. He looked back up at me for a moment, thinking, before opening his mouth. "So how have you been recently?"
I almost snickered but I held it in. "Well, I've been breathing, so that's something."
He rolled his eyes, but I could easily tell he was trying not the smile. "Seriously."
"I'm fine I guess." I shrugged.
"How'd it go with the suspension? Like what did you do and what's it like being back now?"
"I was glad to be away from everyone." I admitted, shrugging. No harm in saying it because I only assumed he got fed up with the drama sometimes too, although he was America and drama practically followed in his wake. "Now that I'm back I wish I was gone again."
He laughed under his breath a little. I couldn't tell if it was forced or not. "I kinda get that. I only can imagine how it is for you." His tone was sympathetic, but I just shrugged it off. I was used to it by now, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit I still was a little bothered by it sometimes.
"You get used to being avoided like the plague and talked about behind your back after a while." I shrugged. Fidgeting with my earbud. "I'm surprised you haven't given me any shit, America."
"Why would I?" He asked, confused.
"Everyone else does. Figured you'd either have gone with the flow, or just outright hated me. Either way, it doesn't matter, I guess. It's whatever." My Brain was too sleep deprived to actually formulate sentences, so I kind of just sighed and gave up. I didn't have the energy to talk about it at the moment, so I tried to push it aside.
"I don't hate you. Everyone else will have to come around sometime... but regardless, I'm sorry." He said. I just shrugged and continued looking at my phone. The room became deathly silent again.
"Russia, you still haven't been sleeping, have you?" He asked after a long moment. I just looked up and felt a little bit of a smirk on my face.
"What gave it away?"
His face took over a concerned look. I kind of just stared at him, not knowing what to do, as he spoke up. "You really should be taking care of yourself. I'm worried for you, and I'm sure your siblings would be too if they knew." He said, looking between both my eyes.
"I'm trying, America. I'm trying." I sighed out. He obviously didn't understand that I wasn't staying up on purpose, but I still refused to speak up about why. My gut still told me to hold it in and just keep it to myself, although my conscience ness nagged at me a bit to just tell him, get it off my chest, so maybe someone else would understand and I could relax, but I just shut the message out and stood my ground.
"I don't know how to help you, Rus..." he sighed. His face looked sad. I felt a pang in my stomach that I couldn't put my finger on, but the feeling went away before I could think another two seconds about it. "I want to but I'm not sure how."
I'm not sure how, either, American.
"I don't know." I agreed, checking my phone for the time.
8:43.
"Anything I can do, Rus? Anything, to help you." I looked at him, thinking. I wasn't really sure how he could help. I remembered him hugging me at his house, and as much as I hated to say it, it was comfortable. It still didn't keep the dreams at bay, but it had helped a little bit, although awkward. I suppose something about being wrapped up in someone's arms like that would always have that effect, but I wasn't going to bring it up to America. I shook the thought away and focused back on him.
"Я не знаю... do you have an idea?" I finally said after what seemed like a long time. I just waited for his reaction, watching as he chewed his lip.
"Well I mean, I could turn the lights off. That wouldn't probably be a genius move." He said, going over to the lights and flipping the switch. I just looked at him in the dark, the light from the window shining in on his face dimly. It was hard, but he looked almost entertained.
"Are you tired yet?" He asked, I could hear the humor in his voice.
"I was tired before." I replied, hiding my amusement. He replied with a hm sound, and ended up taking his phone out again. I bit my tongue, slowly putting my earbud back in, resuming the music on a lower volume. When I realized he wasn't going to say anything else, I just read random news articles about things happening in Russia, as well as other countries in the world. Although I tried to hold back, I could feel my eyes drifting shut, I tried to finish the russian article, but eventually I felt my body just give up and everything was peaceful.
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🇺🇸 America 🇺🇸
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I yawned into my hand, checking the time again.
9:32.
I was starting the fall asleep, but I wanted to talk to Russia still regardless. I turned my screen off and looked back up, opening my mouth to get his attention, but when I saw him, he was surprisingly asleep. He had fallen against the window sill, his arm still resting up in it, and his head in the crook of his elbow. The ear of his ushanka dropped down over his face a little. He looked so peaceful sleeping, although simultaneously looked exhausted. I gently reached over and pulled the earbud from him and took his phone. His screen was still on luckily, so I turned the music off and looked at the article on the page. It was completely in russian and I couldn't understand one word, and the strange words made my brain hurt just to look at. I turned his phone off and looked around for a charger, spotting one faintly near his dresser. I plugged his phone, and went back to the bed. The position he was in didn't look very comfortable, so I tried my best to shift him so he was laying down. I was expecting him to wake up as he slid down the wall onto his pillow, but he didn't.
He really must be exhausted, poor guy. My brain said, sympathetic for him. I wasn't really sure what to do now, so I laid down next to him and tried to go to sleep, trying to keep my distance because I thought he would be uncomfortable otherwise. I hoped he would sleep well, because my concern was getting a hold of me.
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I was gonna continue the chapter and then I realized it was 2:21 am and I'm tired and getting a headache, so we'll get more juicy stuff in the next chapter I think.
Sorry if this chapter sucked. Sorry if you guys don't like it.
Have a good morning/day/afternoon/evening/night wherever you're reading this
Я люблю тебя ❤️✨
Пока 👋🏻👌🏻
