Thursday October 8th, 2020
Holy cheese. I took way to long to write this.. 🤧

Good day/evening! I hope everyone is doing okay!
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Canada and Soviet walked down the extremely large driveway that led up to Britain and France's mansion-house-thing. Canada stopped at his car and threw his suitcase into the trunk, before going to the driver seat. But he was stopped by Soviet. As the Canadian was almost the height of the retired country, he only had to tilt his head a bit to look at him. "S-Soviet?" Canada asked, turning his head in confusion.

There it was again. Soviet felt almost uncomfortable. Canada had called him without using the Mister, and it brought a weird atmosphere to the conversation. "..." All of a sudden, the Russian couldn't speak. His vocal cords wouldn't work, so he broke his eye contact and walked away and around the car into the passenger's seat, hopping in. Canada blinked, then hopped in the driver's seat, completely disregarding what had just happened. As Canada drove Soviet felt a twang in his body.

It was his eye: specifically the one that didn't work (under the eyepatch).

The retired Russian knew what this meant. America was doing something stupid, and that something important was about to happen. If someone was to lift the Hammer and Sickle eyepatch off his head and somehow got Soviet to open his eye, they would find that it was black. That was for quite a few reasons, and no one knew all the reasons except for one person. In the beginning, both of USSR's eyes were brown, but when he was put in charge of stopping Nazi, the short crazy German sliced his eye in anger (this was also when Nazi called Union-Union a coward for siding with Britain and cause he was accepting of pride). That didn't blind Soviet, but his eye somehow went white.

A few years later, right before Egypt went back to her land, she asked Soviet to take care of the Library of Knowledge. The Russian agreed, but it was stupid of him to accept without knowing the consequences. That was why his eye went black. The pain in the eye could worn USSR of a future problem, but that was only if the problem itself was connected to the Library. Because America was the only other guardian in CountryHuman form, Soviet assumed the American was going to do something stupid.

Too bad the Russian was wrong.

As Canada continued to drive, Soviet rubbed the eyepatch. The Canadian noticed, but he didn't say anything out of fear of being snapped on. Moments later the two arrived at Soviet's estate, and the two countries hopped out. The retired country walked up to his door and swung it open, then proceeded to walk in like he owned the place. He did. Canada quietly tiptoed inside as well, being mindful of his new surroundings. If the Canadian was being completely honest he didn't even know if he was allowed in Soviet's house, but the Russian didn't say anything to him so he assumed it would be alright. The house was actually clean, and there was only a faint smell of Vodka.

"Россия! иди сюда ты, плоская задница!" (Russia! come here you flat ass!) Soviet yelled while walking into the living room, fixing his crooked Ushanka. Canada jumped in surprise and followed the Retired Country. He knew Soviet could swear, but he didn't know that he would do that as soon as he got into his own house. The Canadian looked at Soviet, who half-gestured him to sit down. The tall boy did, reluctantly. "какого черта ты хочешь?!" (What the hell do you want?!) Russia yelled back from upstairs. Canada could hear the creek of the stairs as Russia walked down them and into the living room. He had his Ushanka on crooked and a bottle of Vodka in his hand.

As soon as he saw Canada though, he straightened up immediately.

"C-Canada," Russia greeted in a half-grunt, before smirking. "Казахстан! Подойди сюда!" (Kazakhstan! Come here!) Russia screeched, finally getting his hat on properly. There was a loud bang, and Canada winced. It was really loud and sounded like someone just ran into a wall. The son of Britain looked at his feet, a little uncomfortable with the fact that Russia was staring at him. It was kinda creepy. There were thumps down the creepy stairs before a whoosh. Then blue and gold was everywhere.

"Сәлем, әкем! не-" (Hi dad! What-) Kazakhstan yelled a bellow to his father before noticing the Canadian in the room. He took a second to process the fact that the nicest CountryHuman was in his house, before using his large gold wings to propel him forward. He hugged the Canadian with glee, greeting him. Canada on the other hand only barely caught the happy male with wings. He felt the gold feathers wrap around him and he couldn't help but snuggle into them. "Soft..." Canada murmured. Kazakhstan was only learning English, so he didn't quite know what the word soft meant, but he did know Canada could speak Kazakh.

The boy with wings let go and stepped back to give the Canadian some space. Kazakhstan was flustered, so he ran into the kitchen to do... something. "тем не мение. Что ты хочешь?" (Anyways. What do you want?) Russia asked, looking back to his father. It was confusing. The Soviet Union walked into his house with Canada: The nicest CountryHuman and the son of Britain. Something was up. "Я еду в Египет на несколько дней. ваш ответственный," (I'm going to Egypt for a few days. your in charge) Soviet simple explained, standing up to walk to his room.

That left Russia and Canada.