Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Drunk Russia

Russia's POV

"Nyet, I'm potato, I belong herrre!"

"No, Russia, you don't so stop it."

"Nyet!" I dug my hands into the ground, refusing to leave my rightful place. If Belarus says I'm a potato, then a potato I will be!

"No, let him be!" I heard Belarus laugh from somewhere around me. Her voice swayed but I understood.

"No, we can't. He has company coming over, and we can't have him like this!" Ukraine yelled from above me. Her voice was loud, but her tone was like she was talking. She was loud talking.

"I who I!" I argued back, trying to swat her hand away. I missed and my hand betrayed me, hitting my own head.

"Stupid trrraitorrrous hand!"

"Russia, why did you have to go get drunk!" Ukraine scolded me and I laughed. Her voice sounded funny, it was hilarious. "And how darree she assume I'm drrrunk, I'm kompletely and perrrfectly sober!"

"You are not sober!"

"Crrrap, she kan rrread minds."

"Russia, your talking out-oh my!"

Ukraine dropped my foot down back on the ground. Yes! Now I can go back to being one with the earth. "That American is coming over, so give me the bottle!"

"Nyet! Zis helps me grrrow. I need to vater myself!" I hugged my watering can to my chest. It was a strange watering can, looking much like my bottles of vodka.

"Russia?" Belarus crouched down next to me, hands on her knees. I looked up at her and whined.

"Can I have the bottle please?" She held out her hand, urging me to give it to her. She did know more about potatoes than I did. She'll know how to take care of me.

"Okay." I handed it to her.

"Unbelievable." Ukraine grabbed the bottle from Belarus and stomped off. Her angered stomping shook the earth, affecting my roots.

"Potato sad." I whimpered looking up at Belarus. She patted my head and smiled, trying to cheer me up.

"I have many questions."

I looked up and saw America walking up to us. He had his jacket on with a USA flag patched on the chest pocket.

"Nice kountrrry!" I sat up slightly, not being able to move from my planted spot. "I'm potato!"

America looked to my sister, gestured to me and she said something about my vodkas. I couldn't focus on her words too much, but I understood it somewhat.

"Come on, let's get you inside then potato." America held out his hand. I didn't know what he wanted so I set my chin on his hand.

"Close enough, Ruski."

"Hehe. I'm Ruski." I grabbed his hand and pulled it to my cheek. "Mine."

"Uhh, that's my hand." America tried to pull away but I didn't let him. He grunted as he tried some more but I didn't let him move.

"My hand." I pulled it closer to me and he feel down on the ground. I laughed but held his hand close to my chest. As far as I can remember, he liked my chest. And I liked his hand. It was warm.

"I'll leave you with the potato." Belarus patted America's head and went back inside.

"Nyeeeeet.... She's garrrdener. Imma die...." I watched her disappear into the house. I don't have my water can, i don't have my potato girl. Imma wither and die.