Russia sighed angrily, 'great more traffic', he thought. He groaned and pressed his forehead against the steering wheel. Traffic was really heavy and he was supposed to go to his new therapist, but Lady Luck laughed at his suffering.
Suddenly, he h...
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Third POV
After the Russian male ate breakfast he got in his car and began driving to his therapist's work address, nothing is gonna ruin his first day in the damn city.
- time skip ~
"OHH FUCK WHY!?--"
The Russian raged, banging his fists against the steering wheel. He has now gotten himself stuck in traffic, 'dammit I should have gone down to Uwu street. . .' Russia thought angrily, 'why did I still have to drive down stupid Old Town Road. . .'
He decided to fuck it and wait for traffic to die down, he faceplanted himself onto the steering wheel. Grabbing his phone from his jacket pocket and looking at the time.
- thirty minutes pass
He sighed and glared at the car that he is was forced to stare at for the past 30 minutes. Traffic seemed to have gotten worse, honking sounds can be heard everywhere as the people in front and behind him were getting mad, some were shaking their fists in the air and some were yelling for the vehicles in front of them to move. Russia just kept his eyebrows furrowed, now he's really late for the appointment.
Suddenly he heard the passenger door open and then get slammed loudly, making him jump. Startled he looked to his left and saw an unfamiliar but still slightly familiar country sitting on the passenger seat, the female country has differing eye colors, a flag consisting of white, blue and red. She wore a bartender's uniform but was slightly crinkly and disheveled in other parts. The country was breathing heavily as if she just ran a whole marathon.
Russia thought they were kind of cute--
The two made eye contact, the awkwardness quickly settled in.
"Oh shit what the fuck?"
"Oh! Sorry for coming in your car unannounced but I was being chased by a drunkie. . ."
The country apologized sincerely. Russia did an awkward facial expression and just nodded.
"Uh okay so. . . I guess you can stay in my car for a bit as long as you don't mug me. I'm Russia by the way."
"Philippines but you can call me Philip."
Philippines smiled.
Russia just awkwardly smiled back and looked at the front, to see the car in front of him finally moving. He felt overjoyed, Philippines noticed this and quietly giggled. Keyword 'quietly'
Russia just ignored it and started driving. "Oh you can just drop me off in front of that apartment complex."
Russia just nodded and stopped near the building Philippines was specifying. The girl opened the door, "Sorry for slamming your door very hard."
"Ehh, it's fine. I hope we never see each other again!"
Russia suddenly blurted out, curse his social skills and his introverted self. Philippines looked upset and glared at Russia, "Uh bye."
And then he sped drove away, Russia facepalmed and cringed at what happened 10 seconds ago.
- hours later
Russia walked up the apartment complex's stairs, defeated and depressed. He finally approached the door leading to his apartment, unlocking it and slowly walking to the couch. He let his body painfully plop on the furniture.
Well you see, Russia did go to his therapist. But due to the patient being late, Russia was forced to reschedule his appointment next week. He sighed and kicked off his shoes, grabbed the remote from under the cushions and began getting comfortable. He started to wrap his arms around a body pillow of Zero Two and turned on the television, watching reruns of Master Chef Junior.
After about 10 minutes he felt hungry, looking at the wall clock named Tony. Russia realized it's now 2:43 pm. Deciding to get a Big Mac, a Mcsundae and Coke but feeling too drained to go out and still cringing from how he reacted to Philip, he decided to order with Uber Eats.
He finally finished ordering hsi desired lunch, Russia then yawned and felt his eyelids get heavy, he decided to screw it and take a nap. He hugged his body pillow tighter and closed his eyes, letting sleep take over.
- 10 minutes later
The loud banging on the house made Russia wake up, he jumped and rolled off the couch, his body landed on the floor with a loud thud. He groaned in pain and clutched the couch for support. The Russian quickly stood up because the obnoxious 'knocks' severely annoyed him, worsening his non existent migraine.
"Alright! I'll fucking get the door!"
Russia yelled to the stranger behind the door. He swung the door open to see the foolish grapefruit, United States of America.
Russia glared at the Western country, "Oh hello faggot. . ."
"Hehe fuck you too, stupid dickhead."
America retorted back, Russia rolled his eyes, "atleast I have a dick, you retarded asshole."
The American just chuckled, giving Russia his order. "Now pay up loser."
America pointed to his crotch, Russia fake gagged. "Ew, I'm not sucking that 3 inch, HIV ridden dick of yours."
Russia fished out exactly 305.93 Russian Rubles and handed it to America, when Russia's hand touched his. Russia quickly wiped his hand on the side of his jacket.
"I'm giving a 1 star review on you if you pissed in my coke you bastard."
Then Russia shut the door down, he walked into the dining area and set the brown bag full of lunch on the table. The Russian then walked to the sink and washed his hands to get rid of America's disgusting germs, lathering his hands with soap for exactly 20 seconds.
After that, the Communist sat down and began taking out his lunch. Then began gobbling it down as he looked out the window.
