This was horrible. It was bad enough how he was late. Almost a half hour late. Canada flipped open his phone. Half hour starting... now. He was running. He'd probably get an earful, if anyone noticed that is.
Better to at least act like he cared. Not like anything was ever accomplished at meetings. What was surprising, however, was who followed him into the open elevator.
Horrible writing starts here. You have been warned. I am not proud of my writers block induced stupidity.
It was Russia.
Russia was never late, and here was, a half hour after the meeting started, practically scrambling for the elevator.
Russia looked pretty tired as well, so it wasn't all that surprising. The door closed, initiating the awkward silence and elevator music.
Canada looked down at his feet before hesitantly speaking up, "U-um, h-hello..."
Russia turned to look at him, genuinely surprised before he covered it up with a smile, "Oh, Privet~!"
Canada shuffled nervously, fidgeting with the cuff of his sleeve. Russia raised an eyebrow, "You are not Amerika, da?"
Canada's mood, and stature sunk and he bowed his head, "Non... I'm Canada."
Russia gave him a mildly confused look, "Who?"
"Canada... America's brother..." he hated referring to himself life that, but if he was ever really recognized it was under that title.
I give up, you people can write your own endings. I originally had the elevator break and them fall, and Canada got hurt and Russia was pretty confused the whole way through, and Canada was bleeding. God I can't even look at this it's so bad. On the bright side, I think my writers block is gone.
Oh IDEA~! If you want, you can send your endings to me, and I'll post them up as 'alternate endings by writer's and each chapter will be named after whoever wrote it! If you wanna do that, or you could just post it as your own, I don't mind.
I don't own hetalia or Russia or Canada or Elevators.