Feel Better || SovAme

Chapter Five

⚠️Angst, Blood, Screaming⚠️

Ussr pov

I hear the footsteps walk further and further away.
'I hope he didn't hear me talking...' I think to myself. If the American knew what I was thinking I would much rather die than see anyone's face again.
'How could I be thinking that? I just feel bad for him, that's the only reason that I'm helping him, nothing else.' I mentaly argue with myself.

'I'm I lying to myself? Is it more than me feeling bad? No it can't be, I wouldn't fall for a guy like him, a trashy, capitalist.' I scolded myself.

"I cant think like that" I whisper, still scrubbing at the stained floor. It has gone from red to a shade of brownish pink, still staining the carpet.

Five more minutes pass, during that time im mentaly yelling at myself as I try to wash away the blood. It was finally reduced to a light stain and the stench of hydrogen peroxide.

I grab some water to clean up the soap and chemicals on the floor. After dabbing that up I was satisfied with my work. I stand up and turn to see the American standing at the doorway blocking the hall.

"Done now?" He asks, I blankly nod. It was dark outside, I had stayed here much longer than anticipated.

"Is there anything you want in return? Money, alcohol, anything?"

"No. Just don't speak of this." I start walking out to leave but he follows me.

"Are you sure? I can buy you a drink or too if it counts for anything."

'A drink would be nice...' I think, 'No, I can't be seen out with him. Especially not after what I was thinking before.'

"No, keep your money. I'm not a greedy capitalist like you." I say as I am so close to the door. But I feel a tug on my hand.

"Then why did you do this? What do you want to gain from this? I know damn well you wouldn't have cared about me if you weren't getting something out of it! So what is it, to expose me to the world, "America is actually depressed"! I can already see the headlines now!" America screamed desperately.

I rip my hands away from him, "I DON'T WANT ANYTHING! DOES IT HURTS TIY TO SHUT UP FOR ONCE!? JESUS FUCK, AND YOU WONDER WHY YOUR FAMILY HATED YOU!"

I can see the light fade from his eyes like they did the first time.

"Get out." He looks down at the ground. I turn to the door, I step out into the hallway. Once my foot hits the ground just outside his apartment I feel a regret towards my words. America slams the door behind me.

I know what could happen again.

I know what I just caused.

(AN: sorry its short but I wanted to get this one out early so I can possibly get 3 chapters out this week.)