Unbreakable bond - CanAme CountryHumans Fanfic (SEQUEL)

Chapter 4 - Alone

TW: cursing, violence

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America rubbed his eyes and yawned. He turned his alarm off, signaling it's 7AM. He looked to the other side of the bed but saw no one. He frowned, wondering where Russia is. 

He walked downstairs and saw pancakes sat at the kitchen counter. America approached the breakfast. Maybe Russia made it for him before leaving? America shrugged; it wasn't out of character for him. America took a plate and put some pancakes on them. He sat on the couch and turned on the tv to watch whatever was on. The couch smelled intoxicatingly clean, like bleach and cleaning supplies. America scrunched his nose, "What happened on this couch?" 

America couldn't shake the odd feeling of being alone for so long. America tried to recall why Russia wouldn't be here, "perhaps visiting family? He did mention wanting to visit sometime." America took a bite of the pancakes, they tasted familiar. It was odd, they tasted more like something he would make. Certainly nothing Slavic like the blinis Russia made. America set the pancakes down and decided to see if RusAme was here. He walked upstairs and opened his child's room. 

The room was empty and reeked of cleanliness. He also noticed RusAme's favorite blanket was gone. He would never go anywhere without it. "I guess he went with Russia too." America mumbled. He left the door open and went back to the couch. He took out his phone and texted Russia. He could have sworn he heard a ding somewhere nearby. "Maybe he forgot his phone?" America walked around, looking in the couch cushions for anything. America sat on the couch once more, "am I going crazy?" 

America shook his head, he needs to get out of the house, have a moment to forget his worries. He put on some jeans and a black shirt. He went to the front door where he hung his keys. 

"What the hell?" America bit his lip; his keys were missing. Had he misplaced them when he got home? America opened his gym bag that was sat at the front door. He searched through it and found nothing. America sighed. 

America felt a hot breath on his neck, "looking for these?" America turned around; his blood went cold. There Canada stood, jingling his car keys and a smirk plastered on his face. America's heart dropped. "You're so beautiful." America's hands shook as he tried to open the front door to escape, it was locked. Canada cupped America's cheek. America unlocked the door and ran out of the house. Canada stood in the doorway, unmoved and smiling. America ran to his car and pulled on the car door handle insistently. 

He looked behind him for Canada, "Why isn't he coming after me?" America breathed out. America suddenly realized why. Canada still had his car keys. As soon as America realized his mistake Canada came running towards him. America mumbled curses under his breath as he ran into the heavily forested woods. 

America ran, he didn't know how far he was from him and dared not to even look. He slowed his pace and stopped behind a tree to recuperate. He put his hand up to his chest and felt his fast heartbeat, his whole body was shaking from the exercise and fear. 

Suddenly, a twig snapped from behind America, footsteps followed, getting closer. America pressed himself up against the tree, hoping to whatever gods were out there he wasn't spotted. 

"I love these little games we play, mon amour." Canada crunched leaves from under his foot, "But you can't hide forever. Please, I miss you..." America held his breath as a footstep came way to close to him. 

"I know where you are. Come out or there will be consequences." The footsteps started to walk away from America's hiding place. America picked up a stick, maybe he could use it. He can't stay here forever; he needs to get back to the house and get help. 

America stood up quietly. He heard the footsteps stop abruptly, "fuck, fuck, fuck!" America screamed inside his head, anxious sweat dripping in heaps down his forehead. He ran from his hiding spot in the direction he came there from. Footsteps quickly followed, heavy and loud. America looked behind him, Canada was in arm reachable distance. America tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. Canada stood over him. America took the stick and threw it at Canada's face. 

"Va te crosser!" Canada cursed, holding his bloodied nose. America got up and started running again. Canada looked at the blood on his hand, his blood boiled. America could see the house in sight. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg, causing him to fall. Canada crouched over him, blood on his face and a sharp blade in his hand. America tried to crawl away, but Canada grabbed him by the hair. 

"You aren't going anywhere." Canada dropped America's head, subsequently making him pass out from exhaustion. 

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Translations (all French to English)

Mon amour = my love 

Va te crosser = go fuck yourself

Word count: 850