Just Enemies. (sovame)

Chapter 4

"Папа? Сейчас утро." (Dad? It's morning now.)

I woke to a few light pats on my shoulder. My head buzzed in a muddled pain. I must have been drinking again last night. My eyes opened and I groaned, the light hitting my sensitive eye. That's why I wear an eye-patch, my eye is a bit yellow from a scar and it gets pretty painful with wind and light. Whichever child was beside me already knew this and handed me my eye-patch, after like 3 seconds of me feeling around.

"Папа? Беларусь и Украина ушли, а уже 13:00 .." (Dad? Belarus and Ukraine have left, and it's already 13:00..)

"Ммм, хорошо, спасибо .." (Mmm, okay, thanks..) I started to say, not knowing which child I was speaking to. I looked around and met Russia's face. "Спасибо Россия." (Thanks Russia.)

Russia nodded and scurried off, obviously a bit intimidated by me. I take it as a good sign, because they never bother me. Where did he say Belarus and Ukraine were?

I'd say I have a pretty good memory even after I drink, because I do it so often. So I can remember yesterday. I went to that stupid meeting and I came home and called-

That idiot. He's so annoying! He can never shut up, and he was quick to assume things yesterday. It was so so stupid when he kept translating things yesterday because his parents are complete idiots too.

I let my eyebrows un-furrow themselves as I got up, popping my back. It's always nice to pop bones when you wake up. It always takes me a minute to start my day after a night of drinking, so I stand in place for a minute or so. I glance over at my phone, for no reason in particular. I never really get texts, I mean, like normal texts. Nobody tells me good morning, nobody asks me how I am. I always just get texts asking about trade relations, what is happening in my country, or people asking me about the war.

I turn the phone on, not expecting anything different. But I was met with.. what the hell?! I had 87 texts from and unknown number?! I read out the ones that were shown on the screen, being 4.

"you are very stupid"

"im just here to annoy you"

"why are you so damn tall"

"did you know that im the best country"

I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out who this was. I quickly opened my phone and realized. Dammit! I gave that stupid striped country my number! Well, it wasn't intentional.. If i ever see him again. Let's just say he'll need an ambulance. I immediately pressed the call button, about to give him all my opinions on this.

Riiing Riing!

Riing Riiing!

Damn he takes a long time to answer.

When he did answer though he did say this, "H-hello?" and then he burst out into a very ugly laugh.

"КОГДА Я СКАЗАЛ ВАМ НЕ НАЗВАТЬ МНЕ, Я ТАКЖЕ ХОЧУ НЕ СМС!" (WHEN I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME, I ALSO WANT NO TEXTS!)

From there I proceeded to  call him things I don't particularly think are allowed to be written. When I was done he was still laughing. Did I not scare him?!

"And you just played yourself into my hands."

"Какой?! Что вы имеете в виду?!" (What?! What do you mean?!)

"You really don't know? I wanted that kind of priceless reaction from you!"

That's it. This brat thinks he can play me? He's really asking for it.

"Пошел ты." (Fuck you.) I said as I hung up.

What a great way to start the day. I just love waking up to little striped countries thinking they can play jokes with me. I'd say I'm a very serious country, and he must be too blind with those glasses to see that. That weirdo was wearing sunglasses inside and during winter. Maybe the part of his face where his eyes are is really ugly. Like, more ugly than the rest of his face.

That's what he wants Soviet! I have to remind myself not to think of him, or he'll know. That's what my father said to me when I was younger. He would always say that people know when you're thinking about them. Probably a bunch of lies, but I wouldn't risk it being true.

I threw my phone down on the..floor?
Wait a minute-

Where am I? Did I really sleep on the floor? I know I have better standards than that. I cursed myself under my breath as I picked my phone up off the floor. Hopefully it wasn't cracked. Ah, the good part of my day, it isn't.

time skip provided by Sav's laziness to make Russia have a real role here

also this is 3rd person now

America absolutely loved Soviet's reaction to his texts! Most of them were just random facts that he could remember, random letters, or insults. You know, maybe if America saw past Soviet's rude attitude, he could have a powerful ally. And that's just his reasoning.

America picked up his phone, tired from talking to Canada all day. He clicked on the message named 'angry tall man' and looked at a sea of blue messages.

He decided on just a "hey".

A few minutes later, while America was scrolling the news, a notification popped up.

"What."

Okay pretty good so far, America thought, he hasn't insulted me.

"wanna be friends"

"No."

"ill send nukes"

"..."

"Ok."

Chapter end: word count- 1121

wha? 2 updates in a day??? idk i just felt motivated and i kinda sped along the process cause i want these to be not that many long chapters, not like 80 short ones. also ik they didn't have phones like this during ww2, but for entertainment purposes they did. but i'm not making it where like it interfered with war strats and stuff.

uhh yeah so russia isn't gonna be that relevant in this story, but canada is

sorry i just love my baby boy canada too much, he's just best boy

yes so um the next chapter might take a while cause idk what to do next and i kinda put off all of my school work for tomorrow and i'll be crammed for time cause i'm bad at managing it

so what i'm saying is that instead of doings school work today, i wrote this-

i hope the way america is making friends with soviet shows through of when he made friends with russia :)) (he kinda just- you know what if you read it you'd get it but if you don't you don't)

okay be safe