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Russia sits underneath a shelf. The shelf is very high above his head and hard to see, so he sits underneath the shelf. A plant is on the shelf, a very pretty and well-cared for plant, that Russia might wonder how that is if he lives alone. He’s never noticed the plant before, but now that it topples off the shelf and onto his head, he decides he doesn’t care to know why that is. He just hates the plant. There is soil on him now, and the broken pot and plant. The plant is very pretty and his favorite kind, so he picks it up. It is a nice sunflower... Russia likes things, and he likes the sunflower. But he still hates the plant, a lot, so he holds the sunflower close to his heart to calm himself.
It is time for sun. Russia needs to go outside, as instructed by a stranger on the internet. He is very worried now, how the stranger knew he had not gone outside in a very long time... But at night, he hears strange noises like “beep” and “bop”, sometimes even a “beep-bop” from outside his window. He does not want to leave his bed because of this. He thinks he knows what all those noises are, though. It is America’s alien making those noises—not that Tony is America’s. He thinks Tony might kill him, or something, if he knew Russia referred to him as “America’s alien” in his head. He does not know what “something” is, and that scares him.