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5:59pm
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America grumbled while sitting on the couch, sitting in a clean white T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and as usual sunglasses. This is so stupid. He tapped his left foot impatiently having his arms crossed tightly.
"Can we just act like I fell asleep or..DIED?? Like anything could be better than this.. he is literally the descendent of THE USSR!" He pouted looking out the front window as snow began to fall.
Kiwi rolled their eyes and hugged the American, "You talk waaayy too much. As long as you get home safe you'll be fine." They paused, "but please get home. You know how dysfunctional we are without you." They said with a chuckle taking a step back after America gave a light hug back.
"..Okay, whatever.. I hopefully won't.. get..drunk again" he smiled sideways at his brother. His other two brothers had left to go do their own things, like, Aussie went to help Namibia, or Bia for short, and Canada texted him saying "Ukraine needed help with something, I'll be home later. Promise :)"
Silence. Pure and utter silence. They both let out a deprived sigh, "I-I hope you have fun at minimum" Zealand whispered, "I need to go take a shower, I'll see you later tonight or in the morning." He smiled and turned the corner to get ready.
"You too Kiwi!" America smiled turning his head once again to face the window that began to slowly fog up.. Guess it's time to just wait, wait for..."RuSsIaA"..
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6:53pm
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Russia was filled with such embarrassment. When he had run into her and him this morning he had to explain not to seem weird, but in the process. They had become interested and helped him to get.. "read" for this.. "date"
Kill me. This time he decided he should drive his car, it was only a two seater since once again Russia had no one really worth riding with... But. He didn't want to walk in awkward silence, he rather drive in awkward silence. Heh, I have such a odd sense of mind.. Ukraine and Canada had decided on his outfit, Long sleeve, cuffed, white shirt, along with Dark blue with rips at the knees, and his ushanka clearly.
"...Well atleast I get to get my pay back tonight at minimum," he smirked "this'll be fun, for..lucky me" He said in a proud voice, chuckling at the snow. He almost hadn't noticed he had pulled up to the house.
"...." He stared at the thin but tall home, lifting an eyebrow only seeing two lights out of the roughly 10 visible windows. Guess I have to walk up to the door and..get him?
He slowly unlocked his car and got out straighting himself smirking, I guess I might as well act confident, just cause he hopefully isn't going to do what he did last time. He had made it to the front door of the building and began to ring the doorbell once, then twice, until he finally heard. "Coming..." From across the wall, low and dull.
The door swing open making a squeaky noise, to see a short capitalist, standing there in the door frame, the russian looked them up and down noticing how similar their outfits were and let out a small chuckle placing one hand on those hip, holding his hand out. "Hello Amerika. Are you ready for tonight Родна́я (Dear)?" The Russian smirked giving a small wink.
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7:08pm
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America looked at the hand keeping his firmly in his pockets. He looked up to the other examining their eyes seeing zero chance of embarrassment, just..false confidence..at least I hope that's not REAL confidence... "Personally I'd rather not take your hand, this, is already stupid as hell." He whisper shouted with his head to the others hand digging his own pockets deeper into the small pockets.
"Come on don't make this more difficult than it already has to be for you," the Russia paused as if contemplating, "Kiska(Cat/Kitten)" After another moment he dropped his hand and grabbed America's arm, locking it in with his own. "HEY! LET GO OF ME! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE HOLDING MY ARM!!" America shouted at the loudest he could without making an echo.
Russia turned his head with a raised eyebrow, "I'm not holding your arm. You can just take hand out of pocket and you're free, fascinating isn't it?" He said chuckling at him making America annoyed and slightly flustered, "W-Well! Thisisallyourfault!" America slured looking up at the star lit sky angered. "Was that English or just a slid from another language?" Russia said as he unhooked his arm opening the car door.
America quickly got in and sat down freezing his ass off, but trying not to shiver and to do that was to move as little as possible. The door closed and America could see Russia's legs and torso as he passes the front of the car through the headlights, the door opened and the engine started up, they were off.
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7:13pm
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It's so... quiet..where are we going? Why did I ever even agree... The American let out a sigh looking out as the spotlights moved speedily past the car. "Where are we going..?" America mumbled turning his head to face the driving country. The other staying quiet until the whispered an answer, "Uhm..The..Bar..I would rather not remember tonight and if I get drunk I'll forget about you." ..if I can get that drunk.. The Russian gripped the wheel just a little tighter looking from the corner of his eye to see the Americans reaction.
America grimaced, Why?...I just want to go home.. "oh, okay. Whatever you want... Well.. you better not make things... escalate. (Things will escalate)" America tucked his knees to his chest placing his head on the window. Russia silently groaned, This is terrible... He thought letting out a silent sigh.
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Okay, Bye...Cya next week....
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