The Assasination Game

You Ain't Shit

Russia came home to a semi dark house and a container of Жаркое(zharkoye)* wrapped under tin foil. A note was attached saying, "Sorry about the fight. Eat up."

Russia huffed a short laugh at the note. That Ukraine always worried over him. Xe should give him some chance to apologize instead. It wasn't fair that Ukraine always did so. Russia would apologize to xim in the morning, he decided.

After heating up and eating the food offering, he went simply to slept.

In the morning, he woke up earlier than usual to make him and his siblings some блини(blini)*, mainly because he wanted to also apologize.

When they did finally come downstairs, Russia had just finished setting out the plates and toppings. Belarus was groggy, but perked up immediately and began eating once she sat down. Ukraine was still tired. The sight of xir favorite breakfast confused them immensely.

"Wha--" they said, unable to properly think up a good question in their tired state.

"You better eat up, you little shit. I slaved over a hot stove to cook for you," Russia scolded. The shit-eating grin on his face caused Ukraine to giggle a bit.

They sat down and ate, to which Russia gave a satisfied hum before serving himself some food as well.

"So, where'd you go yesterday?" Ukraine asked.

"Out. Just to the town. Ended up running into America and Japan on their date."

"Oh, wow, really?"

"Yeah. America said hi, so I said hi back. We said a few things, and just walked away."

"Really? So, no fighting?" Belarus gave Russia a surprised look.

"What do you take me for? Some rabid dog?"

"Well, it's hard to tell. The two most popular countries at school, and you two don't usually clash well."

"You know, he's actually been surprisingly tolerable lately," Russia claimed.

"Well, that's good to hear. Especially from you," Ukraine said as xe put some more rasberry jam on their блини.

Russia hummed in response, and the siblings let silence fill the house. When they finished, he cleaned the dishes, and each of them left each other to their own devices.

Overall, it was an uneventful day.

Russia thought about going to a friend's house to hang out. Kazakhstan might be up for it, but he remembered that he was out with Serbia and Czech. Well, he could always drop in on their plans. Would that be rude? Well, they were friends, though.

What about Germany? Although they don't hang out too much, they were actually pretty good friends. Sure, he hung with America and his friends, but he was by far the most tolerable of them.

Just hope he didn't already have plans.

With that decided, Russia pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, eventually finding Germany's and dialing it.

"Hallo? Russia?"

"Привет Германия(Privyet Germaniya). Do you mind if I come over?"

"Come over? Uh, no I don't mind. But I actually--," Germany cut off all of a sudden, 'uhh, yeah. Sure, you can come over. It's not problem."

"Thanks. I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

"Sure. See you then."

They hung up and Russia rolled off the couch to go upstairs and change out of his pajamas.

A/N:
Zharkoye is a Ukrainian dish like a beef stew with potatoes(and other things).

Blini is another Ukrainian food that's essentially like pancakes or a crepe. You eat them with jam, caviar, sour cream, cheese, etc.