ꉔꁝꋬꉣ꓄ꏂꋪ 1

                                    

                                          
Usa woke up, the sun streaming through the window, birds singing outside. But something felt... off. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in his stomach like a lead weight. He tried to ignore it as he made his way downstairs, his movements automatic, his mind still foggy from sleep. As he reached the bottom step, he paused, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.
Something was definitely not right. He could sense it in the air, a tension that seemed to crackle between each breath. He glanced around, looking for anything out of the ordinary, but saw nothing. The kitchen was spotless, the fridge humming softly, the counter tops clean and empty. His kids, usually chattering away and bumping into each other, were eerily quiet.
He walked over to the refrigerator, opening it to reveal a note taped to the inside of the door. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized Russia's flowing script. "Meet me in the backyard," it read. "We need to talk." Usa felt a shiver run down his spine. He hesitated for a moment, debating what to do, before finally deciding to follow the instructions.
As he stepped outside, he was greeted by the warmth of the early morning sun. The birds were still singing, but the air felt different somehow. He scanned the yard, searching for Russia. Where could he have gone? Suddenly, he heard a rustling coming from behind the shed. He crept closer, his curiosity getting the better of him.
As he rounded the corner, he found Russia sitting on the ground, his tail swishing back and forth. Usa cleared his throat, not wanting to startle him. Russia looked up, his cat eyes meeting Usa's well more of it being his sunglasses he had on.
"Ah, Usa. I was beginning to wonder if you were coming." Russia said, his voice smooth as silk. Usa paused, considering how to respond. He had a feeling that whatever was going on, it was important. "I'm here now," he finally replied, taking a seat beside Russia.
The two of them sat in silence for a moment, gazing out at the yard. The tension that had been building inside Usa began to ease somewhat. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for the days when he and Russia had been friends, before their differences had led them down this dark path.
"So," Usa finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What did you want to talk about?"
Russia hesitated for a moment, looking away before meeting Usa's gaze once more. "I think... I think we should try to make things right between us," he said softly. "We've been enemies for so long, and it's only made things worse for everyone involved."
Usa felt a pang of guilt as he listened to Russia speak. He knew deep down that there was some truth to what his former friend was saying. They had been enemies for far too long, and it was time for a change. "I agree," he replied, his voice equally quiet. "I'm willing to try and work things out with you."
As they sat there, lost in thought, the memory of their shared history flooded back. The good times, the bad times, the times they had laughed together and the times they had argued. It all came rushing back, like a tidal wave of emotion that threatened to overwhelm them both.
Russia broke the silence first. "Do you remember that time we went to that beach? The one with the warm sand and the cold water?" He asked, his voice distant, almost wistful. Usa nodded, his own memories flooding back in an instant.
"Of course I do," he replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "We spent the whole day building sandcastles and then arguing about who was better at it." They both laughed softly, the sound almost foreign in the stillness of the yard. It felt good to laugh again, to let go of the tension that had been building between them for so long.
As they continued to reminisce, the warmth of the sun began to fade, replaced by a gentle breeze that rustled through the trees. The birds overhead grew quiet, as if they too were listening in on their conversation. It was as if time itself had paused for a moment, allowing them to relive their past and perhaps find a way to move forward together.