Americano ⟪Rusame⟫

Chapter 4: At Our Dorm- What's happening with America?

Welp, Matthews asleep..' Looks at the clock near a empty white shelf. "Huh, 4:12 PM..." 'I walked towards my lone empty white based room and took out my stuff from my luggage.' USA sat down on the floor. "Hmm, where should i start?" USA now questioning himself. "I guess i'll start with my clothes... USA brought a lot of clothes, why? He might not bring the right amount of clothes, since when he is told to remember something, he forgets it. If he observes, he remembers- it easily. "My t-shirts, sweat-shirts, jeans, sweat-pants, (The bottom parts 😭😭💀💀)... thank god i folded the clothes neatly or else, i wouldn't be able to find what i need in.." 'I sighed softly, I'm feeling quiet sleepy so, I'll finish stacking my clothes in thos drawers.' As America grabbed a few of his shirts, he placed his shirts on the birch wooden drawers that had the feel of its texture. . . After placing those shirts, he slid the drawer open, revealing— "Ew- paper straws what are they doing here?" America took the paper straws out of the drawers, he was basically cleaning those dirty and untouched drawers. "Augh, they better not be anymore of those opened paper straws. . ." America said to himself. He sighed, knowing theres more work to do. "Better finish up the rest." America got back to work, going back and forth many times. . . Time skip because i'm lazy- wait- I'm not suppose to tell the reason- SHI-

Few minutes later. . . "Finally I'm done!" 'I wanna go explore but it is getting late, plus, I'm feeling sleepy right now, so i guess I'll go and take a quick bath.' USA thought. Yawns "Yup, i should get some sleep but shower first!" "Anyway, where is my towel? I had just folded it neatly on my bed, where'd go?" Ah, USA had forgotten where he had placed his towel, he doesn't remember now. . . Well, well forgotten'd where you misplaced your towel Eh....? He heard whispers in his head, in a southern accent the whispering had. "Augh, not you again." America groaned out of annoyence, he knew the whispering had happend when he was still a child. You know me Ame! I love purposely marking my words in your head! *CACKLES* USA felt like he was pushed. "I-I'm not sc-scared of you!..." It was difficult for USA to say, since he felt like he was always the hunted one. Nobody believed America had these- things. . . "Just- get out of my head." You know i can't Ame!... "Don't call me Ame!" America shutted his eye lids and slowly opened back his eyelids. It was Dark. Very Dark. Pure black. . . Silence was filing his mindless head. . . . . eeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- LOUD THUD* BHAM! America was now unconscious on the ground.

Canada wakes up. 'Huh? What was that sound?' Canada thought. 'Had Alfred arrived at our dorm...?' 'I went to check on our rooms, since I thought i heard a loud thud their. My room? Nothing. Alfred's room? *GASP* America was on the cold wooden floor. Freezing. Canada froze seing America like that, he shook his head and ran towards America. "A-Ame? Al-fred? Wake up. . ." Canada rocked USA a bit to wake him up. "USA! AMERICA! ALFRED?" no response. "I don't even know where the Infirmary here. . ." Canada carefully lifts America in bridal style. WALKING SLOWLY* While Canada carries America in bridal style, towards the couch. Places America on the couch. "I hope, your alright Ame, this has happend a lot of  times. . ."  I guess i'll make you some porridge, while you sleep..." Canada mumbled to himself. "What America always told us isn't true, no, its not true. But— I really I'm a bad brother." Canada sobs quietly, mumbling."Right, i side trackted, i should be making the porridge right now.!"

'Augh, where i'm i? My visions so blurry, i'm i- on the couch?' America groaned as he woke up from his deep sleep. 'Hmmm- is somebody cooking?'  Attempt  to get up but fails. 'Augh, why is it so hard to get up-' Hears footsteps "ALFRED!" America was hugged by Canada tightly. " WHAT. HAPPEND." Canada says with a worried features plastered on his white skinned face. "Canada, you know i HATE loud noises." 'I started with.' " Oh, i'm very sorry Ame, i was just very worried about you." America softly chuckles "Thats alright-y!" " Well, what happend Ame,?" Canada treated America giving a warm smile. "Well, like i always say Matthew..." America sighed.

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