Note: This Chapter is in Russia's POV, not Third Person like I normally have it. And it is inspired by the song "11 Minutes". So enjoy this! If ya'll like it and I am done with the other 2 books after this I may do a spin-off ver entirely in Russia's POV. But for now enjoy this chapter while I plan out the basics and ending for this book!
I stood in front of Kazakhstan, Belarus, and Ukraine. I stood in front of them for what seemed like hours.
"What?" I asked Kazakhstan facepalmed himself, Belarus just left the room with no context and Ukraine Just..smiled forcefully.
"Its nothing much really. It's just if you wanna impress someone Russia you have to think. With..I don't know." Ukraine said walking in circles around Russia "Your head."
"What do you mean?" I said looking at myself. It was normal for me to dress in a T-Shirt and Ripped jeans. What was she talking about?
"Lets get you dressed in better clothes." She said as she shoved me back upstairs into my room, apparently, I wasn't dressed properly. Even I had no clue where I was taking America. Even if the guy tried to kill me. I kinda hoped he was there. Trying to look for me. I knew he liked me, but maybe this..whatever it is can help me realize that.
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So me and my sister finally agreed I can wear whatever I want. But- We have to do my hair. I agreed, of course. I mean, cmon. If you were me you would also bargain with your sister just to not wear a suit-I wasn't going out out. Just like something small and simple ya know? Or something super dumb and stupid. For once I wanted to see the guy who almost shot me. But did we really go to the same school? I haven't seen him around the campus yet. Or maybe he doesn't wanna see me after the whole situation. I don't blame him. Killing someone hurts. I've only seen people die. Even that is a pain.
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Maybe it's just me. But for once I am early. I am never early. Never have been, most likely never will be- Did I mention that I've been smoking outside a freaking Mcdonalds. I was praying to see a flag. But the only one I saw was China walking past me turning his head left-right. As if he disapproved of a 18-year old smoking. I am an adult I do whatever I want ok?
Its getting dark. America lives really close by. Eleven minutes or closer maybe. Did he forget? Or maybe he just didn't care anymore. About me.
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Emergency Hotline (Book 1)
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