He took the long way home tonight so he could clear his mind and think a little bit. The presidential campaign was running him ragged. He hoped the people would choose the right candidate to be his new boss. If Romney was chosen, the deficit could be fixed, and if Obama was chosen, gay marriage would be legal and women's rights would be protected.
He groaned and covered his face.
"Taking the long way, huh, America?"
Amerika turned on his heels briskly, coming face-to-face with a tall male wearing a tan greatcoat with brown cuffs and boots. A pink scarf was wrapped around its owner's neck, swaying slightly in a passing breeze with his short silver hair.
Russia.
"What do you want commie?"
"I'm not a communist anymore, capitalist pig." America could swear he could feel the venom in Russia's voice hitting him the face when he emphasized the g on pig. "I came here to talk to you."
America scoffed, "I've got enough to talk about already with this campaign going on, I don't want to hear anything from you."
"Oh, I just want to talk, America. Talk about worries, you know?" Russia's tone sounded cheerful now, but America knew it was a ruse. Russia always did this. He would sound innocent and cute before he tore you into little pieces with his bare hands. That's just how he did things.
"Well, maybe I don't want to talk to you about my problems. You wouldn't understand."
Russia's smile didn't disappear. In fact, America thought he saw it get wider. "That's too bad," he said in fake sorrow, "I wanted to hear about your... issues."
America began to turn around, but in his peripheral, he saw the white of Russia's eyes fade to black. His lower jaw unhinged itself and a long squamous tongue slithered out of his mouth, dripping with saliva.
America didn't have time to scream.
