One thing has always been clear about Russia and America: They hated each other. It was no surprise; after all, their parents had despised each other, so naturally, their children would hate each other as well.
Russia and America had just gotten ou...
I'm sorry for the rushed ending on the last chapter. I knew that if I wanted to post this chapter early, I needed to finish quickly, hence the horrible ending. So, this will be a very short chapter, and it basically only serves as the ending for the last chapter.
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I went to the beach today, and instead of going into the water or sunbathing like any other person, I built a small town out of sand, then made a volcano with red shells 'erupting' from it nearby, and labeled it: "Pompeii, 79 AD". It was worth all the weird looks I got.
TW: mentions of cuts, abuse
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-*No one's POV*-
America's mouth hung agape. Had he heard Russia correctly?
No.
There's no way that Russia was doing that to himself, right? He refused to believe it.
Russia, who had seen America's look of denial, shook his head sadly. "It's true. I stopped for a bit, but after the UN meeting—" He looked down in shame, "—The one where I threatened you... I felt so ashamed that I started again."
When Russia looked up at America, he saw him covering his face with his hands, and looking in the other direction. He occasionally let out small, muffled laughs, which made Russia's heart sink. He was stupid for having told America. He should've kept that promise he made to himself all those years to never let his walls down. "I know." he muttered bitterly, "That's pathetic. I shouldn't have told you."
America turned around, and when Russia saw his expression, he couldn't suppress a gasp.
He wasn't laughing, as Russia had feared he was. And those weren't giggles he had let out. They were sobs.
Russia immediately felt horrible. He had thought America had been ridiculing him, so naturally, he responded negatively. But now, he realized that America wasn't laughing at him.
"W-why?" was all America could choke out, a tear rolling down his cheek. If it was possible, Russia felt even worse. So, he did something that he had never done to anyone, aside from his siblings.
He reached forward, and embraced America into a warm hug.
In turn, America rested his head on Russia's shoulder, and wrapped his arms around his neck.
Russia felt a warm feeling in his stomach, which he hadn't felt since before USSR had started abusing him. It felt like someone was pouring warm water on Russia's heart, melting that ice that he had spent so long building up. Although it wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, he actually quite liked it. It wasn't a feeling he was familiar with, but he knew undeniably what it was.
It was the feeling of being cared for. The feeling of being loved.
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I'm not going to lie, I struggled to write this. I tried my best to explain the feeling, but I'm not quite sure myself how it feels, so you could see how that would be difficult
Again, I apologize for how short this is, but it is only meant as the nice, fluffy ending to the last chapter you guys want and deserve.
