After fiddling with my camera's placement I sit back on my computer's chair. I look at my reflection on the screen. My slightly long hair is a nice improvement on my appearance. It matches my green eyes well. I feel so proud about myself, especially that white streak I put on my bangs. It makes me look cool. Even though my hair looks good the way it is I still grab my comb. I slowly comb my shoulder length hair and hum a song Ukraine use to sing. After, I make sure I look good on the screen, I call America by video chat.
It takes a few seconds for him on the other side to answer. More like ten whole minutes but that doesn't ruin my mood. The moment he answered he yelled.
"Russia! It is two in the fuck'n morning, what do you want?"
"You told me to call you at nine in the morning. So I did that."
"Nine? It's like"-He looks to the right-" two in the morning," he looks back at me with a frown. I don't like that frown. He rubs his eyes before giving me attention.
"America, are you ok?"
"Ya, I'm fine. I'm just exhausted and a little sick from my new diet."
"Another diet? America you're going to hurt yourself, I want you stop."
"Man, you know I'll ignore that. Can I go back to sleep before Canada wakes up?"
"Wait, I thought he was at that new strip club near by."
"Nah, he's here," he sighed, rubbing his eyes again. He's still frowning.
"Ok, so…" I start to say.
"Good night Russia, see you at the world meeting next week!" He yells. On the screen his door opens to reveal an angry Canada with his hockey stick. I get to watch and enjoy America play with his brother. I'm silently voting for Canada to win. When done, Canada waves his hand then stops the video chat. I'm glad that America isn't frowning anymore.
I sit at the screen for another minute before going into my kitchen. I have a quick snack and make myself some tea. Sitting at my large table I enjoy myself. Even if it's lonely sitting here, I like to keep old memories alive. Like that little stool next to me. That was Latvia's special stool. I always had him sit next to me. He was adorable.
Oh! And that chair across the table was Ukraine's. After the USSR dissolved and everyone left, she found a way to reduce her breast size. I think it had something to do with Romania. I sigh as I remember the boing boing sound of her bust. It brings a tear to my eyes thinking about them. I still don't understand why she wanted them smaller. Well, I can't continue to cry over that whore.
What other memory should I think about? I could always do my sister. Da, my lovely sister it is! My sister, Belarus, is a wonderful person, even though she can scare almost anyone. I kind of like her fascination with fear. Actually her fascination with emotions is cool! One time at a world meeting, France pissed me off. His eternal sad-look finally got to me. Before I could grab him, she jumped right in front of me. She gave France a small talk and in no time he started to smile! If only I could of made him smile like that.
I look at my watch and it says ten in the morning. I feel like going to china's house to say hi to Hong Kong. I bet he feels lonely. That sounds like a good idea! I get out of my seat and excitedly get my long navy coat. I look at myself in one of the many mirrors I have scattered around my house before running out my door. I feel so happy.