Chapter 7: Back to class
Russia was feeling better today. A Lot better. It was Tuesday now, and Russia was planning on returning to class today.
He was excited to be feeling good again. He was a little bit ashamed of what he was most excited to do again though.
He was excited to get drunk.
…
It was 8:00 AM now, and Russia started to get ready in his school uniform.
A plain charcoal black suit and tie. It looked like a cheaper version of the one he wore when he went out to the bar, Pretty much the same, just less shiny, and without the sexy pants that Russia liked to wear.
He was semi-excited to get back to school. He didn't like the actual school part.. But he liked being popular. He met Canada at the door to their dorm.
Both dressed in the same uniforms. They followed each other out the door and down the corridor to the classroom that they needed to be at.
…
The class had overall been boring. Just a regular class. A few pats on the back and 'Friends' Telling him how much they've missed him, or how glad they are that he's better…
It all felt so fake.
It was painful. Russia had made a character for himself. And he couldn't break character. He felt trapped.
If only they knew how he really was.
He wasn't cool, he wasn't friendly, he wasn't outgoing, he wasn't the life of the party.
He wasn't happy.
He was anxious, He was an alcoholic, he was depressed, he cut himself, he was antisocial. He was toxic, He was an overall bitch.
But they didn't know that.
The only place he could act real was around his close friends. Like Canada, or America.
But he put on a smile anyway.
…
The entire rest of the day was boring, the same thing happening like it did before. Right up until the end of the day.
An attractive young girl, Brazil- Had come up to him.
"Hey Russia! America is hosting a party tomorrow, are you gonna be there?"
Russia jumped at the opportunity. He was used to being asked out to parties, but it felt different now that he hadn't had any alcohol since saturday.
An excuse to get drunk.
…
Russia headed back to their dorm with Canada in silence.
The moment Russia got home, he had a smoke in the living room, sitting next to Canada.
Canada stared at his cigarette, looking a bit disgusted.
"Want one?" Russia raised an eyebrow at Canada.
Canada looked shocked.
"No way! I would never destroy my lungs like that!"
Russia sighed "It's just one cigarette, it not gonna kill you-"
Canada interrupted "It may be 'just one cigarette' But they have chemicals in them that make you addicted! If I had one- I might not be able to stop." Canada pouted.
"Oh please…" Russia rolled his eyes and continued watching TV with Canada.
"Hey Canada, are you going to the party tomorrow?" Russia questioned casually.
"Yeah, I was planning on going. But if you want me to stay here and-" Russia interrupted.
"No, I was planning on going too."
Canada knew that Russia would end up getting drunk and doing something stuipid. He hated when Russia was drunk. It had been so nice, the days he was sober. "You should stay home."
"I wont get super drunk, promise."
It was as if Russia could read his mind.
Or maybe he just knew himself too well.