Toleration [SovAme]

Angst Extras

"Hey, America. Please get off the floor, I made you food."

America just make a quiet 'mmmh' in response and curled into a ball away from Soviet.

"Dear, do I need to force feed you your dinner? You haven't eaten all day." Soviet placed the food down on the coffee table.

He didn't get a response from America.

"Alright looks like I have to do this the hard way." Soviet leaned over and picked up America, sitting with him on the couch. America refused to look at Soviet his head resting tightly in his knees.

"Please dear? For me?" Soviet tried to make his voice soft, and he gently kissed America's forehead. Nothing.

"Alright, the hard way it is." Soviet used his hands to slowly pry America's face out of his knees, really fighting against all of America's strength.

It took him a good 6 minutes of fighting America but he ended up over him, lightly sitting on his stomach so he couldn't move, his arms were pinned and his legs were useless behind him.

"Dear, please eat this." Soviet had a small fork of food and held it over America's mouth. He refused still.

"Meri, Please. You need to eat something today." America's response was turning his head away with his lips shut.

Soviet sighed and put the food down. "At least talk to me dear. I know it's bad, but I want to help you. You're making it really difficult."

"Then leave." A tear slipped out of America's eye. His voice was all wobbly and Soviet gently kissed him again.

"I'm afraid I can't do that dear. I love you."

"No you don't Sir."

"America, I wouldn't have married you if I didn't love you."

"Then why do you tell me I'm a failure?"

"I don't. When did you hear that?" Soviet got very concerned for America. He knew he'd done nothing but show his love and care for America the best way possible. Why did America think he thought he was a failure?

"You say it between the words, the way you chose them. You tell me in a failure with your actions, that I can't survive without you. I can't function without you." America was almost stopped by a cry. A couple more tears slipped out of his eyes.

"Dear, we all need to rely on people. We die without support of others. I love you Meri, and I'm happy to help you."

"You deserve someone better than me. In a failure of a person. You should be with someone who feels bad for their kills. Someone who is concerned that their hands are coated in years if blood."

"But just by saying that, you're showing that you care America. Now please, will you eat willingly if I let go?"

*"No. I don't deserve to live."*

Those words shot through Soviet like an icy spear. "Alright, I'm force feeding you and then finding you a therapist. You clearly need more help than I can give you."

"Nooo, sir please. I don't need help. Just leave me." More tears fell out of America's eyes as he tried to get pity from Soviet.

"No. I love you dear. I won't let you destroy yourself like this. And you bet I'm making sure you can't run off dear." Soviet set his lips firm. It was hard to see America like this.

Just so broken. But he couldn't let America die. He cared too much about the man. "Please. Let me feed you America."

"I don't deserve to be fed sir. Give the food to others who deserve it. The rations are limited anyways."