Russia POV:
I go to the kitchen not minding wtf was happening around me.
Food
That was what was on my mind. I open the fridge and there was...
Lots and lots of food.
Woah...
HOW THE FUCK IS AMERICA SO FUCKING SKINNY!?
I feel a tug on my shirt. I turn around to see a tall ,but not as tall as Alaska, state. They had a bear on their face- (ok everyone knows this is California- right? Right)
"move, imma get some food"
He then pushed me aside and started going through the fridge
Rude......
Just like America....
He then leaves with his food and I grab some food. I close the fridge and walk to a table, sit in a chair, and start eating.
÷×+time skip to 37 mins later cuz why not+×÷
I hear a noise from beside me so I look around to find... America
He looks at the food then looks me dead in the eyes...
"HIPPIDY HOPIDY- YOUR FOOD IS NOW MY PROPERTY"
He yells as he grabs my food and runs.
"HEY- WHY YOU LITTLE-"
and so I started chasing him-
(This is a short af chapter-
SORRRRRYYYYYY)