Tales of Crazy: RusAme short stories

Quarantine - Part 2

*+*Probably the next day*+*

*Russia*

I wake up snuggled against something warm.

I look up to see America asleep, his hand in my hair.

Suddenly the TV goes static and I look over at it.

The beast smiles at me through the screen. I try to look away, but it's too late. I can't move.

It climbs out of the TV and starts crawling over to me, still grinning.

I panic, but I still can't move.

The monster cups my cheeks in its hands. "Awww, are you scared?"

I manage to nod my head a little bit, unable to look away from the monster's eyes.

The monster chuckles. "You know that I'm only your reflection."

I try to close my eyes, but I'm frozen.

I growl a little. "I'll just drink more vodka."

The monster laughs. "What vodka? You drank the last of it already! There's none left!"

I wake up on America's chest.

I get up and run to the bathroom. My ears are pointed. I look at my teeth. They're sharper than normal. 

I comb my fingers through my hair. Oh no.. The horns are growing too...

I run into the bedroom and look under the bed for the vodka, but it isn't there.

I panic more and run to the kitchen. There has to be vodka somewhere!

I tear through the apartment, but there's no vodka. I look at myself in the mirror.

Its even worse because I panicked.

America yawns and starts waking up. I yelp and run into the bedroom. I put on my ushanka to hide my ears and horns.

I put on gloves to hide that my hands are starting to become claws.

America walks into the room. "Russia? What's with the hat? You don't usually wear it."

"I-I'm cold! That's all!"

He looks suspicious "Dude, you're never cold. And did you just stutter??"

"Nope!"

"You did!"

He tries reaching for my hat, but I grab his arm before he can reach it.

He tries yanking his arm out of my grasp "Russia, why are you wearing the hat??"

I throw him onto his bed, yelling "It's none of your business!"

I go and lock myself in the bathroom, pulling off the glove.

Definitely claws.