Just Enemies. (sovame)

Chapter 3

"America."
"America."

I furiously shook my head, gripping my hands over my ears.

"Just get out of my head!" I shouted at the air. Poor air.

My head felt like somebody was shoving a sword through it, this has been the worst one yet. Just as I thought they..

A few hours later..

I reached forward and heard my fridge struggling to get water out. I filled my cup about half full and threw a pill in my mouth and washed it down. I was hopeful that these episodes would stop happening, because they had been growing fewer and farther apart. But my hope was swatted away when I had 2 in a week.

I took a deep breath and sighed, walking up to my room. I honestly hate feeling so dull and gloomy. I'd much rather fake being like this than it actually be this way. I trudged up to my bed and flopped on it with a soft thud. I pulled my blankets on me and bundled up in then. I had my fan going and it was pretty cold outside and I don't deal with the cold very well. Also I was just too lazy to turn off my fan.

I was about to doze off,  but my table started to vibrate. What the hell? Oh yeah, my phone does that. I have a bad memory compared to what people think. I groan and turn over, feeling the cold air hit my exposed skin. I reached my hand around my table and stopped when I felt the cold screen of my phone. I snatched it up and hazily looked at the caller. Oh, it was my brother, Canada. I hit accept.

"Hello? You there Ame?"

He's really the only person I allow to call me nicknames, so I don't think anything of it.

"Mhm yep I'm here Nada. Whatcha need?"

"Dad said some stuff about the meeting today.."

I grumbled, he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut.

"What did he say?"

"Well he said that you and Soviet weren't getting along.."

My phone buzzed again and I put Canada on speaker before I pulled my phone down and looked at who was calling me now.

Unknown number?

"Hold on, Nada. I'm getting a call."

"Alrig-" he was cut off by me pressing answer.

"Hello?"

"Слушать. Во время встречи не нужно было так себя вести, сука." (Listen. You didn't have to act like that during the meeting, bitch.)

I furrowed my eyebrows, holding my anger back. I was going to try to stay calm this time.

"Soviet? How did you get my number?"

Oh God, that was a little bit too stern.

"Это не имеет значения, просто пообещай мне, что ты больше не будешь приходить на собрания. Я терпеть не могу твое уродливое лицо." (It doesn't matter, just promise me you won't come to meetings anymore. I can't stand your ugly face.)

I made a disgusted face, and tried to think of something to say. Why was he being such a dickhead?

"But you're the one who's calling me in the first place."

"Тебя нельзя вразумить! Ты такой надоедливый!" (You can't be reasoned with! You're so annoying!)

"Same to you too."

"Только не звони мне." (Don't call me.)

And with that one angry comment, he hung up. To be a little bitch, I added him into my contacts and grinned. It's basically my job to make people angry with me. Oh, I almost forgot about what happened when I got back.I guess that's ONE good thing he's done. I should probably call Canada back, but he's probably busy. To be quite honest, I'm only comfortable with talking to France or Canada on the phone. I have a healthy relationship with Canada and I can always be myself around him. With other people, I have to keep up this facade that I'm this cool powerful country who can do everything for himself. In reality, I can't even remember to change clothes every few days, or do simple tasks. I always am thinking about my problems, like the Great Depression, or them.

I should probably explain who they are...

chapter end. word count: 769

i had to cut this short cause my dog jumped on my bed and if i don't pet her she puts her head on my keyboard and smashes keys, so im writing with one hand rn.

there was so much foreshadowing lmao

omg my dog pu t her head on my chest aweeeeee

for context she isnt  a veyry touchy dog, she just likes belly rruvbs

ok bye my spellinf sycks

oh fric i had 666 words