(America and Soviet are outside a shopping mall by the way, just so you don't get confused ^^.)
'HAHA, HEY DUDE! HOW'D THE TOTALLY RAD MEETING GO?' America proclaimed boisterously, almost tackling the huge country in-front of him to the ground. Alright, a little too close for comfort there.. America hanged a arm around the country's neck, just as if they were best buddies. Which in the others eyes, they were very much so not. He was always annoying, loud, and just a pain in the ass to be around and deal with. Well, in his opinion. Maybe he just had a slight bias towards the capitalist, but who knows. Letting out a pretty hefty sigh, Soviet just rolled his eyes, and spoke with an annoyed and dull tone of voice. 'It was fine, America.' He stated bluntly, a slight snarl in his voice.
'That's great dude! You know I don't want to have a big war break out.' America replied a bit nervously, calming down from before. He moved his arm back, and gave some distance between the two. Soviet was silently thankful for this, and America noticed. 'Well, I should be leaving now, seeya dude!' America stated a bit quickly, gulping and swivelling around on his heel, starting to run off pretty quickly, not sparing another glance at Soviet. Tch, obnoxious. Soviet just turned the other way, leaving the area as well, not saying a single word back towards him.
Yet more hard bangs on the wooden surface of the oak door. Well luckily for him this time, Nazi was actually awake and prepared, unlike before. A slight annoyed groan here and there, the couch creaked as Nazi started to get up off of it. His eyes glanced towards the door, mumbling annoyed curses under his breath. He casually strode over to it, and very slowly, on purpose to piss him off, opened the door. Soviet had a pure blank expression, no emotion showing on his face. Hmm, it looks like he was trying to hide something.
Nazi took a mental note of this, and quickly shut the door, as he watched Soviet step inside of the house, his large heavy boots making even more creaking against the hard wooden planks of the floor. He just sat back down on the couch, crossing his legs and getting nice and comfortable. Soviet was just sitting in the kitchen by now, his phone out. He was texting people, it seemed, doing his best to ignore the very presence of Nazi. He just let out a sigh, looking back away from Soviet.
It's been two weeks now of this long, boring hell. He was getting sick and tired of it, and honestly he was about to just kill the communist motherfucker. Though, he probably didn't stand a chance, and that he'd most likely get himself killed in the process, it was better than what was happening now. Think of this, your worst enemy forced to be your friend. That's disgusting. Nazi groaned, waiting for the usual loud bangs on the door.
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Soviet Union x Third ReichFanfiction
The Soviet Union is required by America to head over to the Third Reich's house, to try and improve their 'relations' with one another, less a big war breaks out. (๑•͈ᴗ•͈) This is not meant to offend anyone in anyway!