Tales of Crazy: RusAme short stories

Moving In

Underlined text is the countries speaking in their own language/the language of someone they're talking with

(except with pov switches. those are bolded to stand out from normal text, and underlined to separate them from time skips)

If multiple languages are used in a short story, it will be clarified what language they're speaking.

I am too lazy to translate and re-translate mostly because inefficient.

For this specific part, underlined is all Russian.

Trigger Warning:
Mentions/Depictions of physical abuse

*Russia*

I step out of the car, holding my hand over my eyes because of the sun.

I know people are staring. I close the car door, locking it. I walk into the building.

The receptionist smiles, but looks nervous. "Hello, you have a meeting here, correct?"

"Yes."

"Russia?"

"Yes."

They type some stuff in their computer, then call over someone else. The person leads me to the meeting room.

America is sitting at the table, doing stuff on his phone. His twin, Sam (USA), is leaning back in his chair with his feet on the table.

He sees me, rolls his eyes, and points to the third chair at the table.

I sit down, crossing my arms. America looks a bit nervous. Sam says "So, you got the message from UN? They want America and I to get along with you."

I lean back in the chair. "Why should we? What will they do?"

Sam shrugs. "Why don't you ask them?"

UN walks into the room and sits in the fourth chair. They sigh "Can you please try to get along?"

I grumble "But he is annoying! How could I be nice to him?!"

Sam yells "Yeah, he's a filthy, overweight, angry waste of space!"

America stays quiet.

UN sighs. "Do any of you have pets?"

America shakes his head. Sam and I both say yes.

UN sighs. "America, you're moving in with Russia until you three calm down."

America looks scared. I hit my hand on the table, making it shake. "You did not ask if I am ok with that!!"

"I don't care. You two will be flying to your home as soon as he is packed."

Sam sneers at me "I had America pack last night. I don't want you here any longer than necessary."

I groan, hitting my head on the table. "I just got off long flight!"

Sam laughs "I know. Now get out of here. You gotta get America settled into your house, remember?"