Bamboozled!!! ( Russia x Ukraine x Reader x Belarus)

Training Begins!

I am so tired also dis might be a short one (hey future me here um actually its pretty long)cause im not sure but watev i gues

Silence. That was all that was heard. Except of the sound of plates and fork and the sound of food being devoured. It was very awkward. At first, everyone was arguing and shouting and questioning and now it is just silence. I squirmed in my seat as I watched others eat (A/n: ay it rhymed).

"What did you think of the meeting." Lukas, also known as Norway, asked not looking up from his plate."Ugh, LAAAAAAME, I wasn't even listening the whole time." Matthias, who was introduced earlier, whined."I wasn't talking to you stupid Dane." Lukas replied coldly making me and Matthias flinch. Everyone looked at me with confusion. "I wasn't threatening you.." Lukas mumbled as he looked towards opposite direction of me, also making me feel kinda bad for reacting to the insult.

"Its your fault. You're suppose to say their name when you asked the flippin question or else we won't know who you're talking to." Emil hissed as he took another bite of his mashed potatoes. I felt even worse than before. I take bite from a piece of chicken (A/n: the chicken told Mr. Puffin to fuck off so that's why he aint freakin out). I look down at my plate as I thought back of what had happened.

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"Who are you?" The little boy asked as he stared at me with a determined look. I felt myself internally screaming. I can act like a kid but that doesn't mean I'm good with them. To be honest they freak me out. Like, a lot. It's just because I just can't read a child's actions. It gives me a headache.

I just intensely stared back a deathly expression. It was like I could hear him sweat. But then I heared a nervous chuckle come from behind me. I turn and see Matthias with a awkward smile plastered on his face as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. I took noticed that he kept frantically glancing between Tino and the floor. Tino had a serious look himself. He looked like he had just dropped an important school project on the ground and broke it.(A/n: and it's due tomorrow >:) )

No one said anything. I could almost feel them wishing for someone else to do the dirty work and explain to this child what I was. The little boy gave a small glance at everyone until his eyes landed on the bloodied country. A shocked look replaced the determine one he had. He looked over to me and saw the blood on my shoulder and my cheek (A/n: for plot). He opened his mouth to say something but then the emotionless country appeared next to me with the broken plate in hand once agian.

"It was me." He told as a relieved look fell upon the little boys face. "Bah I'm wasting time!" He shouted as he looked at his invisible wristwatch. He ran up to Tino and gripped on his shirt. "I need those chocolate bars right now! I need them for punishment!" He exclaimed as he hept shooting quick glances at me." Ah, they're under the bed. Only take five!" Tino ordered as the little boy nodded and zoomed in the room then speed down the hall. I finally felt relaxed and slumped my shoulders. But what most surprised was that everyone (probably except Berwald) had also let out a relieved sigh.

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After that everyone had introduced themselves properly and explained that the little boy was Peter and he would get extremely jealous of any new country and would put them in his enemy list...."forever" (sarcasm right there. Just incase ya didn't get it)

"So (Y/n)... I have been a bit curious about you..." Tino chuckled as he held his cheek on his palm. I look over to him with confused look. Still munching on the chicken, I nodded and made a muffled "what's up?"

"You have been independent for almost 4 years. Why do you still live with Canada?" He asks. Now that I think about it... everyone who becomes independent always move out. Wonder why that is?