Tender Affection

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Smiling mischievously, they took a step forward. Russia, for some odd reason, felt compelled to take a step back in response. He knew that these two were not his prince, but rather a careful imitation.

Even down to the finest details of how America's eyes world curve slightly when he grinned, the little micro movement he takes when feeling mischievous, how his sleeve cuffs were unbuttoned because he could never be bothered to actually button it back up after using his ability. Of course, Whenever he forgot, Russia had to do it for him since America always insisted that it was a hassle.

However, no matter how similar they were made to the actual person, they lacked something that they couldn't copy; a soul. Russia kept this in mind, allowing him to steer himself into the intention of killing these fakes.

Then, one of the Americas straightened their back, turning over to speak to his carbon copy in a hushed voice.

The original fake, who Russia now knew was the queen, suddenly appeared next to the Russian. "So, let me in on your thoughts, what do you think? They look exactly like him, no?" She marveled at them, proud of how they turned out.

"Where's the actual America?" The Russian didn't bother to answer her question. "Would you believe me if I said he was already dead?"

"No I wouldn't."

She found his answer amusing, "hah! Of course, you believe in his strength. What a power couple you'd be if only it wasn't impossible," the Queen shook her head in disappointment, in a blink of an eye, she no longer wore the guise of America but rather she was now back to herself.

"You sure you don't want anything from them? I can make them do whatever you want." She slid over towards the fakes and poked one of them on the cheek. Fake America flashed an annoyed look, slashing downwards at the Queen which she narrowly dodged.

"Aiya what a feisty one. They may not like me that much, but they sure do like you."

As soon as she said that, Russia noticed them sending subtle glances over towards him. Again, he reminded himself not to get caught up in her traps.

She didn't seem too willing to tell Russia where the prince actually is.

The two fakes swooped over next to the Russian at a similar speed the actual prince would use. Immediately, they grabbed onto both his arms in a similar fashion America did on the first floor. No matter how much teasing bullshit they spewed from their mouths, the Russian didn't even send them a glance. Not even when they fought for his attention.

Though, he couldn't help but gulp nervously at their words.

"Enough! Let me play the actual second floor instead of this 'special' one your made for me." He jerked his hands away, causing them to stumble backwards.

The Queen clicked her tongue in annoyance, she didn't expect him to be this loyal, "don't you get it? He's a highly esteemed prince that everyone reveres, he's perfect in every way. You on the other hand... you're just a filthy criminal and a dragon too, what makes you think you have the right to even harbor these feelings for him? You didn't even have rights at all until recently! Know your place boy."

Those words struck a chord in Russia's heart, mostly because he believed those words to be true. Russia has always been insecure about it, even if he never shows it.

Two Americas turned into one, then, he tackled the Russian to the ground. 'America' straddled him, using his two hands to hold Russia in place.

The Russian never believed himself to be weak, but at that moment, for some reason his body betrayed him and refused to move, despite his brain shouting at himself to break free.

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