My love in Siberia (RusAme)

9.

"Sir, wake up!"

"Hmm?..."

"Wake up! The whole facility is on fire!"

"What?!," America said as he jumped up from his bed.

"The whole facility is on fire! We need to evacuate! NOW!"

America hurried to get himself dressed so he could give his half-awake mind time to process what was happening. That's when he realized that something was burning his lungs, making it harder to breath. Smoke was crawling into the tent like a snake through the gap which was the only way in and out of the tent.

America looked back where the soldier was standing, but he wasn't there. He was probably too sleepy to notice that he walked out. Once fully dressed he ran out. His eyes widened in horror as he watched flames reach up into the air, looking like a burning mountain. People were running away, carrying whatever they could so they would save at least something.

Noticing that America instinctively ran back to get his box from under his bed. The only problem was that it wasn't there. His heart started racing from fear. Where could it be? He was sure he put it back in it's place when he last opened it. Did the soldier take it with him?

He had no time to figure out what happened. He knew something like this would eventually happen. He should've left it back at the White House. But will a desperate man ever let go of something that reminds them of someone they cared about with all of their heart and who they lost long ago?

That's when his heart sank to the ground. He found who he had lost. He can make new memories with him once again. But not if he dies today.

He ran back outside, stopping the first man that he saw.

"Did you get him out?!"

"Who?!"

"Russia!"

"Who's that?!"

"The creature!"

"I don't know!"

He felt his blood boiling, his legs weaken and his stomach spin. At that moment his mind shut down completely. He just turned to the facility and ran towards it.

People were yelling behind him but his mind paid no attention to it. Only one thing was on his mind at that moment - he's either going to get Russia out of there or he will die trying.

He just walked through the entrance when the wall collapsed. He managed to look up before everything fell on him and crushed him to the ground. Everything around him faded into darkness.

'At least I didn't die a painful death. I didn't feel any pain at all. Or at least I don't remember of it.' - he thought to himself, waiting to see what happens next.

But nothing happened. He opened his eyes slowly. His eyes met the blue sky. He set up, trying to take in his surroundings and figure out where he is. But there was nothing except trees, snow and the sun setting on the horizon.

He realised that something was off. The sun was setting a bit too fast, much faster than it would normally.

As his only source of light was dying out he heard a voice call out his name. It wasn't familiar to him. He turned to where the voice came from. Unable to move or speak he started in shock at the man in front of him.

Soviet.

He was covered in blood. He didn't have eyes. Blood was leaking from where his eyes used to be. His left arm was torn off, his right leg broken, with the broken bone cutting through his skin, being totally visible.