Russia let out a deep growl. "I will pay!"
America slammed his hands on the table. "You don't have the money!"
Russia slammed his hands on the table and got in Ames face. "I got out the homeless shelter last week and I am fine!"
America scoffed and sat back down. Russia Then got out his wallet but then looked over at Ame.
"H....H..Hey Ame..." Russia stuttered.
"Yeah Russia?" America Asked sourly.
"C..can I pl..please bower 728.860 rubles." Russia asked ashamed. (10 dollars US)
"Of course Russia, my son." Ame replied before seeing the money already on the table. And Third was walking out. JE ran out to find Third.
"are you okay..?" JE asked.
"Fine..." Third said. Well more scoffed.
"Just, making sure. I love you, you know that right? And FI. You can talk to us." JE said as they held his hands.
"I am fine. Just wished i wasn't forced into this." Third said while lighting a cig, blowing out the smoke.
"Please talk to me. You keep hiding your feelings." JE said, kissing Thirds cheek.
"No, I...I am just gonna get in the van." Third said, getting in the van. He was so scared about coming out, scared to admit. Scared. So scared.
Third put on his headphones. Oh how tech has been lost in his eyes. He doesn't understand it well but knows how to play music. He listens to the song at the beginning of the chapter. It helps calm him down and make him almost fall asleep.
inside everyone was getting ready to leave. When they got out to the car everyone got it. Russia drove, due to him being the only one in the car who could. Ame stayed in the passenger with Soviet in the seat behind him. Because Soviet wanted to be as close to Ame as he could. Sitting next to Soviet was the two more social Axis, FI and JE. They where social, Lovers and just liked be more in the front. Britain was behind them because he was instant on having his own seat. And third was in the very very back, right next to the luggage. He hated socializing.
"Russia the hell!" Ame shouted, Russia had just gone 70 Mph (or mpl....My little ponnnyyyyyyyyy~!) on a speed bump. The luggage almost hit Third but he moved next to Britain. Which Britain understood. Even if he utterly hated it. Soviet hit the top of the van while FI and JE clung onto each other for dear life.
"It said speed limit 70, I go 70!" Russia yelled.
"Russia! You could of messed up the sepention!"
"No! It said 70 so go 70!"
"Russia!"
Russia pulled over. "UN said I drive."
"But Russia you can't drive well."
"Okay, but you have narcolepsy, Soviet lost his driver license after he rammed the third car, FI and J.E. refuse to drive, Britain will drive on the left side and Third...why can't Third drive?"
"He can't drive because his version is shit, he can't hold onto things and he falls asleep at the wheel." Britain says.
"..." third doesn't reply, britain was not incorrect.
Soviet scoffed. "Russia, I can drive fine."
"Dad, you half blind."
Russia then went back to driving. After awhile he parked in a back ally. Soviet looked confused.
"Russia why are we here?" Soviet asked.
"I have an..errand to Run." Russia said, Getting out of the car. America was still asleep. Third was trying to not be crushed by luggage while listening to music. Britain was trying to have tea without it spilling. Due to Russia parking he finally could. F.I. and J.E. just talked with Soviet, but he was a worried bean. There was some crashes and bangs from the shed and then Russia came out, bleeding a bit and bruises.
"Let's go." He said harshly. Soviet was worried but stayed quiet. They kept driving before Russia parked and looked at Britain.
"Where are we going?" Russia asked, his tone lined with cocaine- I mean concern.
"No idea. UN only but 'happy friend town.' on the letter. And some coordinates."
"Let me so those." He took the letter and looked up the numbers.
They where going the wrong way.
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\Happy B day Russian Honey Cake! Love you!/
