It's a long Journey Rusame

It's alright~ Chapter 7

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America:

RING! RING! RING!

I wake up,
Shutting off my alarm.
I walk to the mirror, stretching.
I yawn, looking at the mirror.

I sigh, only seeing myself, and my terrific eye, a fucking circus show. I look at the time, not much time before I get a call. I get up, and start doing my daily routine. After that, phone call.

I pick up, UN on the TV as usual.

I sigh, as I start going to my next location, hoping I won't go insane.

Russia:

I stayed up.

Hell ya I stayed up.

I was bored, what was I supposed to do?

I wasn't tired, so I stayed up, looking around, seeing what was in store in this place.

My father's place was pretty nice I must say. I walk down the hallways, looking every single room.

I then look at the picture of my father, but where is me? I was in his office, snooping. I saw a picture of him and the person he told me to kill. I was very confused.

'Was he lying to me this whole time?'
I asked myself. But this must be fake, it can't be him. I shake my head and the picture was still there, I was confused, I ran out of the room, before he walked in there, walking to my room.

Dad told me that we were going to go see a peacock show in New Zealand, it's going to be fun.

I walked around the house, a few minutes later, my father woke up, making breakfast. I sigh, looking at the time, "morning pa." I was just playing with my trains, sitting on a chair, playing, there was nothing else to do anyways.

"Morning Russia." My father yawned, smiling, patting my head, I smile, my Ushanka, was very soft. My father likes petting it.

I smile at him, as I then go back to playing. drinking his whiskey mixed with Coffee, I smile, as he cooks some eggs.

I get up to help my father, he pats my head, he mostly had to get a step stool to do that.

"Thank you for helping me." My dad smiles. He helps me make a plate, as I start eating.

"No father, thank 'US" I smile, my father chuckles, I chuckle with him.

"Ready for the show today?" My father ask. Cutting his eggs and eating it.

I muffle a yes, because I was eating.

After we finished eating, we were getting dressed, ready for the show.

We took a plain to get them, I hold my father's hand as we walked.

America:

I'm near the city, mostly in it, but who gives a fuck, we are going to a good ass show that I have depression.

Hope I can find North here. I thought.

I was now sitting a bar, with my brother.

"So... where's your partner?" New Zealand asked, we were at a bar. He doesn't drink that much, but I sigh,

"I don't know... he's somewhere."

I didn't mind him being there, as I was looking into my whiskey shot. My kids we'er at his house, with Australia. My other brother. I was in my black dress, I feel unsettled by this. Wearing it again.

"You seem quiet America." He says, I stop staring, I look at him, "huh?" I say, like the dumbass I am.

"Yup your not okay." He sayes