America opened the door to Russia's house. Well, mansion. He had missed the meeting, Latvia had said he was probably on a trip. Supposedly he did that sometimes, just left for a few weeks without telling anyone. Germany had told Alfred to check anyway.
"You here, bruh?" He yelled, walking into the living room "Nobody's here, I guess" He thought. It was cold outside so Alfred decided to stay for a bit. Russia's house was in the middle of nowhere, plus, there was a bit of a snowstorm. But mostly, America was being lazy.
He sits down on the couch, but there is no tv. "Who doesn't have a tv?" America mumbles to himself. It is too quiet. America lays down and falls asleep.