Over Powered 5 - RusCan by WonderfullySarcastic, literature
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Over Powered 5 - RusCan
My stomach hit the floor, as if everything in my gut had just been sucked out. My knees started to shake, losing the power to keep me standing up straight. I had to lean haphazardly against the wall for support, my breath catching in my throat.
I feverishly hit redial, over and over and over again, trying to apologize for my obscene behaviour, but the line rung once before the answering machine. I tried and tried, not yet figuring out that it was futile to do so. Leaving a message wouldn't do anything, I needed to be able to talk to him to explain!
"Why won't it work!?" I almost cried, my head filling with the graphic images of what Russia&
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Are you ready yet?" came a voice and a knock and my door, scaring me enough to jump a little.
"A-Almost!" I called back, sitting on top of my suitcase, trying to zip it up.
After the visit, my prime minister and Russia's had pretty much exchanged phone calls every week. It ended up going from a three-day stay to a three week stay. Instead of staying in a hotel, I was now staying in Russia's house. Not only that, but there was a long list of "activities" that Russia had apparently written up for us to do.
Heh. This is going to be great.
I finally ended up pulling the zipper around the last stubborn corner, hopping off of my bag and gr
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"Please stop staring at me," I whispered to Russia urgently, "It's disturbing me,"
"No, I don't think I will, Mattvey," Russia replied, putting enough emphasis on my name to make me flinch.
The past year had been...interesting to say the least. It was like Russia had all of sudden "became interested in better relations between these two northern countries" as quoted by his prime minister. He ever so slowly started inviting my prime minister over; for dinners, conferences, etc. I had gotten away with faking ill to not go, saying the oil sands were giving me a headache or my debt was giving me a small fever. However, nothi
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I chewed on one of the wurstI had made for Italy as I walked back to my room, he could survive with one less. He thinks they're horrible anyway, so it won't be that much of a loss.
I really do hate how he always criticizes my food, it's better than England's and I don't make things like Russia. I would consider myself a decent cook!
I was going to make him pasta, but the mental image of tomato sauce all over my bed was too hard to shake. I ended up with wurst, it was stocked, simple and I could make it with my eyes closed.
I shoved the rest of the wurst I had been eating into my mouth, pausing for a moment by my door. Once I heard Italy's
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"We're the three best friends that anyone can have," I screamed at the top of my lungs, scrubbing my skin raw with Germany's loofah and my strawberry body wash, "We're the three best friends that anyone can haaaaave!"
I giggled madly as I put the loofah back on its hook and spun around to wash the soap off. The shower had been great, although I had probably used too much hot water in the forty minutes I had been in there. I didn't care too much, it was Japan's resource anyway, not mine.
I turned the shower off, reaching just outside the curtain to grab my towel. I patted dry most of my body be
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A blush rose feverishly to my cheeks. I'm not used to people looking at me for longer than a glance so you can imagine how unnerved I was from Russia's creepy stare. I could feel him as he inched closer towards me, a childish grin plastered onto his face. I knew he was trying to intimidate me and I prided myself with the fact that I only started shaking once his leg brushed against my own.
"E-Excuse me!" I quickly whispered, bolting up from my chair.
The whole room stared at me, confused looks on their faces.
"Who?" Kumajiki mumbled out, eyes lazily opening to glance up at me.
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Confusion 5 - A GerIta Story
Normally I would be grumbling about having to clean up, but the good mood from the food fight still had its effect on me. The smile I wore was impossible to wipe off. Even scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees couldn't dampen my mood. I loved having fun with Germany, but I barely got to see him, let alone have fun with him. Usually when he gets back from his trips home, he's always grumpy or sad. He only stays maybe a week with Japan and I, most times less than that. He's always serious when he leaves too, sometimes he looks scared. I never tell him that though, he would get mad if I said he looked scared.
I let out a sigh, scrubbing a b
Over Powered - RusCan by WonderfullySarcastic, literature
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Over Powered - RusCan
My breath hitched slightly, my back pressed hard against the wall. I held my polar bear in my arms tightly, holding him up by his armpits. Russia was sitting just in front of me, anger seeming to radiate off of him in waves. I was positive he hadn't seen me yet, but my invisibility only really worked in a room of at least two or more people other than myself. Most people can sense when they aren't by themselves. That's when they actually look for someone and they usually find me. I felt myself bite my lip, nervous that he would spot me at any moment. I was too terrified to try and walk to the door, my feet felt nailed to the fl
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I love dreaming of Doit-su, he is always nicer in my dreams. He eats my pasta and smiles more and helps me find really cute girls. Nothing like him when he wakes up though, he is all serious and "WAKE UP NOW ITALY". I don't understand why he has to always wake up so early, not everything needs to be done at eight in the morning. Plus, why does he have to wake me up? Why can't he do whatever by himself and not bother me? I would like him a lot more if he let me sleep once and a while. I love Germany but, not when he is being stupid.
"Go away," I mumbled, shoving my face deeper into the pillow I was squeezing, "I am tired."
"Stop be