Cover done by @NightSky259 (thank you so much!)
It all started with a pandemic.
The countries, unions, and governments are all working to try and help their people. Everyone's struggling somehow, some more than others, but they have to keep afloat f...
Firstly, thank you NightSky259 for the new cover! I love it so much! It looks so cool!!!
The following post has pretty much inspired this chapter, which might be confusing now, so I'll explain at the bottom
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Chapter warnings: talk of rape and doing the nasty, mention of past massacres, genocides, pillaging, kidnapping, torture, murder, oppression, coerced labour, robbing, bodily harm/gore, inbreeding, drugs, and trafficking. Oh, and Spanish Empire is in here.
Russia was not moving. He absolutely refused to move from his bed. His bed was now his home. It's where he lived now. No power on this Earth can change that–
Artyom jumped right onto his stomach.
"Ooh!" Russia huffed, curling up around the cat. He shot her a look while Artyom stepped on his stomach.
"Mrow," Artyom replied.
Russia sighed. "Zanks forrr zat," he said sarcastically. "Arrre you going to get off?"
Artyom loafed. "Mrow." It must've been a sign that Russia was truly sentenced to stay in bed for eternity.
Russia laid his head down and scratched Artyom's head as he thought of the events from last night. So, I messed up my kiss vith Merrrik. He frowned when that one clip from Spiderman: Homecoming with Captain America popped up in his head. Wow, he's rrreally taken overrr my mind. He's got me making memes in my head. Maybe messing up zat kiss vas aktually a good zing–
Нет, нет, you kan't keep shoving yourrr feelings down, Rrrussia. Zat's vhat gets you into messes. Russia scratched under Artyom's chin. Merrrik seemed hurrrt. He prrrobably vas. Да, he did "rrreturrrn" my kiss, but vho knows if he's faking? He's a good aktorrr. He's had yearrrs of vorrrking on his skills.
I need to apologize to him. I stepped out of line. Russia put his hands on top of his face. Боже (God), I'm such an idiot. Okay, I'll apologize to him at ze meeting. I don't vant him being mad orrr upset vith me. Zat's ze last zing I vant.
His door was violently thrown open and he didn't even need to lift his hands to know who'd done it. "Ukrrraine, one of zese days, you'rrre going to be paying forrrr my new doorrr."
"Yeah, okay, sure," Ukraine dismissed. Russia flipped him off and returned his hand to his face.
"Ukraine," Belarus sighed. Ukraine simply laughed. "Uh, Russia, are you okay?"
Russia heard footsteps walk towards the bed and felt his hand be lifted away. There in front of him was Ukraine's unamused face. "Well, he doesn't look hungover," the country noted. "Or drunk."
"I vish I verrre," Russia mumbled.
Ukraine looked over his shoulder, presumably at Belarus, before looking down at Russia again. "Uh, you wanna talk about it?"
