Russia and America never seemed to get along too well. Russia always seemed to be so cold and uninterested in most, but with America he seemed even worse. The thing was Russia had a strange attraction to America that he hated both America and himself for.
Russia didn't like the way he felt about the other countryhuman at all, he didn't wanna feel that way about him. Yet he did. And he had absolutely zero clue how to act now that he knew he had such complicated and weird feelings for America.
Yet another meeting was happening for the countryhumans. Russia and America seemed to be bickering quite a bit as they tended to, but this time after the meeting United Nations made the two stay behind after everyone left.
"Listen, you two.. this is getting ridiculous. You need to behave and be civil with each other." The nation said making Russia scoff ever so slightly.
"And why would I get along with the American idiot?" He asked, but was cut off by United Nations before he could continue speaking.
"Well, me and the others have talked.. and we think the best is for you two to live together in a house for a while. Maybe that way you'll actually learn to behave like normal countryhumans with each other. And no objections! It's already been decided."
And so here Russia was now, in a random house he was given to live with America.. how wonderful for him.
"Fucking hell.." Russia cursed under his breath as he entered the house with his suitcase. He looked around slightly, noticing the other countryhuman didn't seem to be there yet.
"Good for that at least.." He grumbled before walking over to one of the rooms and placing his suitcase in it, however didn't bother unpacking yet.
Russia walked over to the living room, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked around the unfamiliar place. "This is going to be literal torture.."