A trip.. 😦(RusAme)

Chapter 1

"HURRY UP AMERICA!!!" Canada yelled

"IM COMING SHUT UP!!" America yelled back.

America walks downstairs in frustration
"Why do I have to go on this trip with the damn Russian?!" America growled

"Shut up it will be good for both of you!" Canada said

America was not happy with that answer but walked to the car anyways. He opened the seat to the passenger side. And he saw that damn Russian. Out of anger he slammed the door shut and walked to the back door. As America opened the door and got in he groaned. Russia obviously sat there snickering. "Someone's mad." Russia teased

America was mad but ignored him. Instead he got on his phone and started texting someone. Who is he texting? Russia thought. He wanted to ask but ended up not. Finally Canada walked to the car and got inside. "Oh my god finally." America groaned

Canada rolled his eyes and started the car. The car ride was pretty silent for most of the ride. It was kinda awkward. Canada decided to turn on the radio to hopefully break the awkwardness. America groaned in frustration. "Whats wrong, stars?" Canada asked the whining country in the back."I wanna be in the front" America whined
Canada obviously ignored America, he was being annoying why would he even talk to him if that damn country was going to whine and groan the whole time.

Russia smiled a bit knowing he was annoying America."Y'all are sharing a room by the way." Canada explained. America and Russia perked up, yelling at Canada not wanting to sleep in the same room. Canada smirked obviously happy with himself.

-Time skip!-

"Here we are!" Canada exclaimed.

"Finally!!!" America complained

All three of them got out of the car, stretched from the 6 hour car ride and got their stuff and walked inside as they got their room keys Russia was glaring at America the whole time, America was obviously a bit nervous. Once Canada thanked the man they took the elevator. Russia was still glaring at America the whole time. They were probably going to kill each other by when they get in the room. They got out the elevator and walked to their rooms. America opened the door to their room.

"One bed..?!" America cried. Russia walked to Canada's room seeing if he has two beds. America stood there staring at a wall and thinking about things, he seemed really stressed. Soon enough Russia comes back looking traumatized. "He also has one bed." Russia groaned. "Oh god. You're sleeping on the couch or floor." America said

"I AM NOT." Russia shouted. " Fine." America muttered "we will sleep in the same bed. And theres nothing you can do about it." America added

"BUT- THATS GAY!!!" Russia screamed. "Thats sucks." America hissed.