Met you by eyes V2

5

We are back at it again ladies and gents and non binary's!
You will find out who
[Redacted] is in this chapter!

The timeline in this story will be like around the new year since I'm too forgetful to write about Christmas, plus I don't do those stuff

Nobodys pov
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"Thank you so much for coming over to celebrate their birthday
Ame" Canada smiled, America chuckles as he put on his shoes, "anything for them amirite?" Canada rolled his eyes, making his way to the door. America stands straight, ready to go, Canada unlocks the lock on the door, unlocking it for America who is about to leave, America got outside of the room. Before America continued his journey back home, he gave Canada a big warm goodbye hug.
The two parted from eachother, smiling brightly "see you soon brother" Canada speaks, America continues to smile, "see you soon,"

America knew he have to hurry back home, since he didn't have anything to cover his head from the rain, America used his both hands to cover his head, America slowly runs since he's afraid that he might fall. While America runs back to his place, he knows he have to keep looking at what his heading or else he might bump into someone, again. America felt tired, using all his energy to run, but he felt very tired in the moment, so he starts to walk. The rain seem to calm down, America drops his hand, letting it go numb. (Numb??)
His hair now wet, a few water dripping from his pointy hair, nobody seems to be on the street, America thought as he looked around the empty street. Well I guess they must've went home early or stayed at their home due to he heavy rain. America then stopped at his tracks, Looking up, closing his eyes, letting the rain droplet hit his face. He felt so free. (I mean he is America) America then made his head face down, as he felt the rain droplet stinging his face aaannnddd the rain pour heavily, America only stayed at the same position, not bothering to move. America opened his eyelids, seeing his shoes and jeans getting wet, he felt this weird feeling, a feeling he have never  felt before. Unexplainable feeling. It felt like, he was never been here, it felt like he never existed, his just a soul that lives in this body. This poor body that you have to take care of. 'why am I here ? ' the question echoes through his empty head, everything went quiet, it felt like he was in a room, a room that you can't hear anything but your thoughts, America was floating in the dark room, hes body floating in the dark room, 'why is he here? ' a random voice in the room echoes, America tried to use all of his energy to look at where the voice, who is that, why does it sounds recognizing, why does it sound familiar, why is the person here with him too. He tried, but failed, it was heavy, it felt like he was trapped in one position.
He wants to get out of this hole. America forcully closed his eyes, trying to go back, as if he wakes up as a dream, but no, nothing worked, America panicked, America tried to speak, nothing came out but the cold air coming out of his mouth. 'America? " The voice echoes, this time, it was someone that was close very close to his body, making his body warm, America immediately opened his eyes to see who it was, nothing again. It's the same, just black, nothing.
'america?" He hears his name being called out again. America tried his best to get out of this hellhole,
"America!"
America then saw everything, it was blurry at first, but his eyes finally adjusted the surroundings, "r-russia?"
Russia hold the umbrella,covering eachother from the rain, Russia's hand grips onto Americas shoulder trying to get Americas attention. A tear drips down Americas cheek.
Russia sighs in relief, slowly loosing his grip from his shoulder, raising his hand, brushing off the tear away from his cheek. "America? Are you okay..?" America only stared at him with wide eyes, he seems he saw something traumatic, Russia takes a deep breath before pulling America into a hug,  Wrapping his one arm around Americas hip to pull him closer, America stayed silent, 'is this real? ' America thought he was still in the same room, alone, nothing existed but voices randomly echoes. America raises his shaky arms, slowly wrapping it to Russia. Afraid that he might go back to that.. hellhole. America then grip tight onto Russia's coat, continuing to cry to Russia's shoulder. Russia only pulled him closer, to let America know he is safe now. Russia feels the warm liquid going through his coats shoulder,