Tuesdayyyyy Augustttt 25thhhhhh, 2020
Stupid Wattpad wouldn't publish the story and I thought it did 😤

It took forever to figure out weather to make New Zealand a boy or girl, and I'm happy with this.

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USSR walked out of Britain's office, feeling a bunch of different emotions. He felt angry, because of the conversation the two just had. But he also felt somewhat flustered, also because of the convo. The short British man had asked a lot of questions, and most of them were downright weird. Soviet didn't answer them, but he didn't actually care about that at the moment.

He started walking down the extremely extravagant corridor, looking for Canada's room. "Uh, Hello...?" A rather posh looking voice called out, making the Russian stop in his tracks. He turned around and didn't see who this country was, until he was instructed to look down. His brown orb widened at the height of this country: they were smaller than Britain!

It was New Zealand, and they were looking rather dead inside.

"Are you looking for Canada's room?" New Zealand asked, moving a fringe of their blue hair out of their golden coloured orbs. Huh. Canada had dark green eyes, and both Australia and America had blue eyes. But New Zealand had gold ones. Soviet made a mental note of that to himself, but nodded to the extremely short country. They turned around and started walking the opposite way the Russian was previously going in, back in the direction of Britain's office.

"Vvvhat-"

"You want to go to Canada right? Hurry up, I want to go to bed," New Zealand sassed, rolling their eyes. Wow. This country had just as much sass as America, if not more because the American usually didn't talk like that unless provoked. And here you have New Zealand doing it for free. Soviet liked the spice of this younger Country, so he followed in suit, not thinking about the fact he was letting a random country take him somewhere.

New Zealand didn't make any effort to talk to Soviet, and the tall Russian was completely fine with that. They were both quiet. The golden eyes country made a sharp turn left suddenly, and walked down for about ten seconds, before stopping at a door with the words Maple Syrup stuck on with font paper. Britain's child knocked on the door a few times, before hearing a quiet voice telling him to come in.

New Zealand opened the door and popped their head into the room, locating Canada zipping up his suitcase before grabbing a smaller bag that qualified as a carry-on. The Canadian noticed his sibling at the door, and welcomed them in. "Oh, Hey Kiwi! Come on in!" Canada said, turning his back from the door and going to his personal bathroom.

Soviet looked in the room, and was surprised at the sheer size of it. The Canadian country had a master bedroom, and it was probably the size of America's Living room. Why was it so big? Soviet didn't know, but he was confused about two things. Why wasn't Canada a stuck-up snob? He had been in all this luxury and he was still as caring as he was, which baffled the commie. The other thing was about why America would move out. Sure, the States were a huge reason, but the mansion USSR was in right now was enough for all fifty-one children, and then some.

Soviet crossed his arms and stood at the doorway, not wanting to trespass any boundaries. He gave up Vodka for this Canadian, and didn't want the sacrifice to be a waste. New Zealand on the other hand walked into their brother's room like they owned the place, and flopped onto his bed, completely in bliss. "Nada, why is your bed the most comfortable?" New Zealand called out, getting under the covers.

"Because Aussie always sleeps with his animals and you have a buffet of candy and caffeine on yours?" Canada guessed, walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, turning off the light. The Canadian had finally noticed Soviet at the door. He flushed a light shade of pink, and closed his green eyes. "S-Soviet. Are you d-done talking to d-dad?" He stuttered out.

"да," (yes)

Canada smiled and opened his eyes, before grabbing his suitcase. "Great! I-I've just finished, so all I have to do is say b-bye to everyone," Canada explained picking up his Suitcase and wheeling it over to the Russian. "Kiwi, you gotta get up now," Canada said, deadpanning at his sibling. New Zealand was fast asleep, all curled up in a ball with the blanket over them. Canada smiled, and walked over to them.

"Sleep well Kiwi,"

The tall Canadian then turned off his lights and walked out of the room, with Soviet stepping back to give his accomplice space. Canada closed the door and grabbed his suitcase, then looked to USSR. "L-Let me just say bye to everyone else, t-then we can go," he explained, walking to Australia's bedroom, only to find that the Australian wasn't there.

However that didn't phase Canada as he walked with Soviet to the front door of the house. "Aussie! Belarus is here!" The Canadian yelled with crazy volume in his voice, scaring the crap out of Soviet. Since when could Canada scream? And what did Australia have to do with Belarus? Apparently that wasn't important, because an Australian dropped from the ceiling, landing like a cat on all fours. "Where?" He asked, standing up with excitement in his blue eyes.

"I... I just needed you to come here, because I wanted to say goodbye," Canada explained, opening his arms to his brother. Australia was clearly confused, but he hugged his brother back nonetheless. Canada then briefly explained that he was just going to Egypt and would be back in a few days. "Aww, next time I gotta come, Ight?" Australia asked, winking at Canada, with the taller sibling smiling at him.

"Mon chère tu pars?" (My Dear are you leaving?) France called out to her son, walking over to him. Canada opened his arms again and hugged his mother, savouring every second. "Oui, Maman," (Yes mom) Britain literally came out of nowhere and put his hand on his tallest son's shoulder, telling him to be safe. While the family were saying their goodbyes, Soviet stood off to the side, feeling extremely awkward in the moment.

It wasn't his fault he was a naturally weird country. And it wasn't his fault that Britain didn't like him. Well.... maybe that was his fault, but it was because of something that happened in the past, but the English man would never get over it, even though he already had what he wanted. "Soviet, a-are you ready?" Canada then asked, turning back to the Russian that was standing uncomfortably in the room. Soviet nodded, and the two left the house.

"Oi, Pa. did yeh no'ice nada' didn't say mister?"
"Yes, I did Aussie. And I'm not exactly sure of what to make with it."