~In His Eyes~ || RusAme || Countryhumans || 13+ || DISCONTINUED

The Alcoholic Russian and the Patriotic American are roommates. ::ch2::

America walked into the dorm room, locking it behind him. He only hoped that his roommate  wouldn't be too bad. Maybe someone nice and quiet, like Ukraine, or Poland..Maybe even Germany. America walked into the shared bedroom, and noticed that his roommate wasn't there yet. He sighed happily, sitting on an unnamed bed and began crying quietly.

~*Russia POV*~

I walked into my room, knowing that I was getting a new roommate, the last one hadn't taken too kindly to my 'anger issues'. I had hoped it wasn't  anyone idiotic or anything, the last thing I needed was a child as a roommate. I set my stuff down, only to hear quiet crying coming from the bedroom. I sighed, rolling my eyes at the emotional baggage going to be thrown at me and unlocked the door, only to see him. The last person I wanted to room with. The patriotic kid. Great. But...something's off? He isn't his usual bright self. I don't really care anyway, it's just weird. It seems like he didn't notice me coming in, so i quietly closed the door and then knocked, and heard shuffling.

~*America POV*~

I heard a knock on the door and quickly fixed myself up, adjusting my glasses and putting on a smile to get a good impression for my unknown roommate. I said 'come in!' excitedly, curious to see who I would be sharing a dorm with for the next year. The door slowly opened, and i saw- "..Russia?!"
My face immediately dropped looking up at the taller country, and I backed onto the bed. Of course I had to get my worst bully as a roommate, didn't I? Just my fuckin' luck.

I opened my mouth to oppose to our situation, but he swiftly moved infront of me and covered my mouth, grabbing my wrist and holding it tight. I winced, but that only made the grip tighter.
Russia leaned forward, whispering in my ear-
"Do NOT touch anything that isn't yours, including the food. If it's mine and you even breathe on it, i will not hesitate to slit your goddamn throat open. Fucking сука."

After his little threat he pushed me onto my bed, and walked out of the room. It's not like i wanted anything of his anyway. However I don't have that much money for food and i haven't been allowed to eat in a few days.. But it's fine, I'll be fine. I lightly scratched at the bandages covering my arms, I should probably change them soon before the cuts begin to bleed again.

I walked to the bathroom, setting my glasses down in looking in the mirror. I stared at my half red half blue eyes, (so the top of each eye is red and the bottom is blue) and cringed. I hate my eyes. I hate everything about me. I stared at myself, tears started filling my eyes and I put my glasses on, rubbing the tears away and flashing my famous smile that my friends love.
"Yep, that'll do. Time to go- wait.. we don't have school for another week.." I sigh, remembering that this week is for the students to settle into their dorms.

I just decided to take a nap, plopping on my bed.

~*Russia POV*~

I grabbed a bottle of vodka, not wanting to be sober and have to deal with the American swine. I'll probably go push him around later since I have nothing better to do. I noticed that when i grabbed his wrist however that he was thinner than when I saw him before. But I have gotten a bit bigger and he's still quite small so maybe it's just my imagination, I just don't want to deal with this right now.

Taking a big sip of my vodka, I walked into the bedroom, to see him sleeping. I suddenly get an amazingly cruel idea. I grabbed his water bottle, pouring some of my vodka in it, and then set it next to his bed. He probably doesn't have a good tolerance with alcohol of any kind so when he wakes up, wanting a drink, and he drinks that-. I snicker to myself, sitting on my bed and finishing my drink. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

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Yay! Chapter 2! Thanks again Melody for editing this (no problem :3) <3!

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~Oliver