JUST UTTERLY BORED THAT I CAN'T CONTINUE ANY OTHER STORY! Well, lucky for those who like this story. XD Anyway, exams are next week in my school, so I MAY not be active… Unless it's English… And Science… Math (?) BUT DEFINITELY NOT HISTORY! D: MY HISTORY IS NOT IN ENGLISH, SO I AM DOOMED TO DIE! XP Anyway, please enjoy the story~

~~~~~ 7 Capital Sins ~~~~~

"Look at me! I'm wearing a sunflower tutu that 'someone' forced me to wear! I'm the hero!" America cheered, dancing around in front of a certain Russian, not forgetting his catch phrase at the end. "Hey, Russia—how do you like me now, huh? I have the power, the vocabulary, the burgers, and this lovely one of a kind sunflower tutu, made out of real sunflowers! And guess what—it glows in the dark!"

Russia winced as he watched America continue dancing ballet. 'This has got to be a fake. Why would that stupid American even want that beautiful sunflower tutu? He's a stupid American! Unless, of course, he wants to feel my pipe on his head—again.' Russia thought darkly, still sitting there as America humiliated himself—and bring himself to his ultimate doom.

"Hey, Russia, are you jealous or what?" America asked, standing right in front of him, showing Russia his 'annoying' (as Russia puts it) smirk. "I bet you totally want this! And guess what—YOU DON'T HAVE ONE!"

'I'll have one soon enough. I'll get Latvia, Estonia and Lithuania pick some sunflowers and bring it to a tailor or something. I'll show him! I'm going to have a better sunflower tutu…' Russia thought, grinding his teeth, a dark aura surrounding him as he gripped the chair. He knew something was up with the other nations. They're probably forcing America to do this—for burgers!

"Hey, Russia, hey, hey, hey, Russia…" America sang, poking the poor (and annoyed) Russian.

"What do you want?!" Russia snapped at him.

"Guess what."

"What?"

"I have a sunflower tutu!" America screamed at his ear and began dancing—yet again. He did ballet steps; twirling, jumping, the arms movements, et cetera. "I have a tutu made of sunflowers and you don't! Haha! Poor you, Russia! You are desperate, no? I bet all you're doing is envying me and all that!"

'Envy, eh?' Russia thought. 'Oh, I get it now.' Russia gave America a smile and said, 'No, not at all. I feel so happy that you got your sunflower tutu! Now, why don't we give you a picture, so we can spread it to the whole wide world of how stu—I mean, wonderful you look with that pathe—ahem—beautiful sunflower tutu?" he asked, smirking at the American as he gulped.

"U-Um… No need, Russia, my friend! I feel happy embarrassing and spreading myself privately to one of my, uh, close and awesome friends, and you." America said. (And you? Probably means that America didn't consider Russia a 'close and awesome friend'.) "So why don't I go out and, um, go do some world meeting things and what-not?" America laughed nervously.

"No, no. I insist. You look wonderful America." Russia said, enjoying this a bit. If teasing instead of envying was this fun—boy, he should've done this a long time ago.

"Nope—sorry, dude. Bye; see yah!" America said, quickly exiting the room—or running.

When America was gone, Russia stood up, on the way home. "Well, I hope the boys are in a mood for sunflowers today." He chirped, walking slowly with the normal-yet-strange aura of his.

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NOT MY BEST WORK, BECAUSE I WASN'T IN THE MOOD TODAY! SORRY! XP Well, tell me how you think it is. I love some critics to improve my work—or tell me I'm doing fine. :P (But if it's a flame, not to harsh, please. Though, I'd respect your opinion.) Anyway, I have to be away for a while, so, peace.