To Go Hand-In-Hand Part One B (out of 5 or 6)
anonymous
July 15 2010, 07:07:11 UTC
Russia isn’t supposed to stand him up and ignore his calls and live in a big, empty, sad house where he makes heart breaking looks when Canada insults him. The large nation hangs up, but moves forward. Canada puts his phone away and stops leaning over as Russia fumbles with locks. The door swings open and Russia says, “Ah, Canada, this ees not… the best time for… your visiting. Come back later, da?”
“No,” Canada says. The man has put on a brave face but either Russia is trying to dump him kindly or something is wrong and Canada is going to get an answer, either way. He says, “It’s cold out here, Russia, are you going to let me in or are we going to do this on your doorstep?” It’s not that cold, for a nation like Canada, but little white lies aren’t that impolite.
Russia sighs and pulls the door open more to step aside. “Da, if you vish,” Russia says as he does so. He closes the door behind and then moves to stand between Canada and the rest of Russia’s house. “Vhat ees it that you are wanting?” Russia asks; he is either annoyed or despaired. Now that he knows Canada can see him he has that stupid smile on his face. But his tone of voice is off and he shouldn’t have such a thick accent; he hasn’t in years and years and years. Except when he’s upset. If Russia is trying to - what, dump him? America would say, ‘defriend’ - then at least it has some emotional effect.
“You haven’t missed a hockey game without by flat out not showing up since February of 1984,” Canada says. He accuses Russia with his words, instead of assuming that something dire had happened, because Russia does not take his coat or make any apologies or seem sorry at all or look frazzled and he has obviously been sitting in his house calmly.. It’s stupid but it’s serious because Canada has to hold on to the attention he does get and damn if he isn’t going to make the nation in front of him man up to abandoning him.
The taller nation stares at Canada like a deer in headlights; like the truth Canada is shining on him is too much to take. “Eet… ees evening already…” he mumbles to himself. Canada wants to smack him on the head: yes it’s evening, didn’t you goddamn notice?
Canada advances, saying, “Look, Russia, we’ve been doing this for a long time. You know I’m okay with you cancelling. What the hell was so important that you…” Canada trails off, though. Because when he moves closer to Russia, Russia moves back. Russia stands in the door to the rest of the house, stark against the wallpaper which is old and weary. The house isn’t much warmer than the outside. Russia isn’t wearing his scarf, and it’s terribly wrong because Russia is never not wearing his scarf, even when they meet in China in the middle of the summer. It raises the hair on the back of Canada’s neck to see Russia only in his trademark coat, so Canada asks, “Where is your scarf?”
“No,” Canada says. The man has put on a brave face but either Russia is trying to dump him kindly or something is wrong and Canada is going to get an answer, either way. He says, “It’s cold out here, Russia, are you going to let me in or are we going to do this on your doorstep?” It’s not that cold, for a nation like Canada, but little white lies aren’t that impolite.
Russia sighs and pulls the door open more to step aside. “Da, if you vish,” Russia says as he does so. He closes the door behind and then moves to stand between Canada and the rest of Russia’s house. “Vhat ees it that you are wanting?” Russia asks; he is either annoyed or despaired. Now that he knows Canada can see him he has that stupid smile on his face. But his tone of voice is off and he shouldn’t have such a thick accent; he hasn’t in years and years and years. Except when he’s upset. If Russia is trying to - what, dump him? America would say, ‘defriend’ - then at least it has some emotional effect.
“You haven’t missed a hockey game without by flat out not showing up since February of 1984,” Canada says. He accuses Russia with his words, instead of assuming that something dire had happened, because Russia does not take his coat or make any apologies or seem sorry at all or look frazzled and he has obviously been sitting in his house calmly.. It’s stupid but it’s serious because Canada has to hold on to the attention he does get and damn if he isn’t going to make the nation in front of him man up to abandoning him.
The taller nation stares at Canada like a deer in headlights; like the truth Canada is shining on him is too much to take. “Eet… ees evening already…” he mumbles to himself. Canada wants to smack him on the head: yes it’s evening, didn’t you goddamn notice?
Canada advances, saying, “Look, Russia, we’ve been doing this for a long time. You know I’m okay with you cancelling. What the hell was so important that you…” Canada trails off, though. Because when he moves closer to Russia, Russia moves back. Russia stands in the door to the rest of the house, stark against the wallpaper which is old and weary. The house isn’t much warmer than the outside. Russia isn’t wearing his scarf, and it’s terribly wrong because Russia is never not wearing his scarf, even when they meet in China in the middle of the summer. It raises the hair on the back of Canada’s neck to see Russia only in his trademark coat, so Canada asks, “Where is your scarf?”
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