That's not me in the mirror (RusAme)

Chapter 17

Russia had ran off first to America's kitchen, in searchof alcoholic drinks. After much searching, he finally found two whole packs/crates of whiskey bottles. Russia had also found some vodka and corona beer. The beer, Russia left, but the whiskey and vodka, Russia took. 

After raiding America of his drinks, Russia ran into a hallway with a bunch of rooms. All of them were occupied with states or visiting canadian provinces. Well, that is, all rooms but one were occupied. So, Russia ran into that room to cry out his sorrows and confusions. Particularily, his emotions. And even more specific, his emotions and feelings for the american.

It took America 3 hours to find Russia. And the irony, is that the russian was in the american's room. Drunk. Fun.

"Oh... HaWo PO-taH-to!" Russia slurred out.

America stayed silent for a few seconds, his mind trying to grasp what Russia just said.

"Wait.... HEY! Im not a potato! You are! Almost everything you eat somehow has potatoes in it!"

"wElL mAyBE i WaNT yOu tO be My FoOd!" Russia shot back, his drunk mind saying anything at this point.

"Wait- What?!" America turned beet red.

"GeT iN mY mOUtH!" Russia shouted. It was a miracle none of the states were hearing this. America silently thanked Canada. After all, when Canada had stayed with America, due to some... snow problems, Canada heard America shooting a shotgun at 2 am and almost instantly, Canada made America's house sound-proofed.

 (Canada's house once got destroyed by ice forming on electrical wires, the ice breaking the wires, the wires falling on Canada's house)

"Russia, no! Your fucking drunk! Go home!" America exclaimed back, just barely holding back stutters that were sure to come.

Russia got angry, and got up, only to stumble. And something real convenient? The window. The window was open, Russia stumbled, and of course, Russia stumbled in direction of the window. And fell out. America shouted something, and ran to the front door, to the back of the house where Russia had fallen. On top of a tin shovel too.

South Korea, saw America rush out, face red as fuck, an extremely worried expression, and so South Korea followed America, who was shouting something.

America struggled to carry Russia, and South Korea was still doing most of the work to carry the slav. They got in America's car, California hopping in because she had gotten a severe burn on her arm. The four rushed to the nearest hospital. 

America, South Korea, Russia, who was unconscious, went to the emergency waiting room and California went to the 'family' doctor, which was who she usually went to for burns.

A nurse came to help America and South Korea, and America, once relieved of Russia who was put in a chair, went to the desk lady who scheduled Russia for 4 pm. Which meant in about 24 minutes. When America asked why it would be so quick to have Russia be seen by a doctor, the desk lady had claimed that: "Today isn't much of a busy day."

And so, America and South Korea sat besides Russia, and did nothing, just waiting, in the room decorated with a few posters on mental health and stability, and a few childrens drawings or doodles.