Happy Mask//RusAme

Blood

Russia's POV

I hugged Ame like my life depended on it, except his did. I bet 100 Ruble (1.66 USD)that he will certainly die. I cried into his shoulder. I think. Or is that his chest? I don't know.

He held me back as I sobbed. I don't like to say it, but I cry.

*Ding dong*

"No," Ame whispered. He started shaking. He breathed raggedly in fear, and now it was my turn to hold him close, even though he didn't leave the wheelchair.

Dad opened the door, no one else was home. I hugged Ame tighter.

"Oh, hello, Mr. UK," dad said calmly, and Ame started shaking harder. I couldn't imagine what that man did to America.

Rage filled me. But it was 10x stronger than ever. I tried to suppress it, but I tucked Ame down, so he leaned on my chest, and I faced the door with a menacing expression.

I could almost feel Britain look at me. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to yell at him.

(no offense to Brits, this is just a part of the book)

I held Ame closer, and his shaking went down a notch. 

"Greetings, USSR. I want America," He demanded, and I heard him stomp into the house. I bared my teeth in his direction, but for all I know, I'm looking at the living room. Stupid blindness.

America was shaking like he was in a earthquake. I whispered sweet nothings into his ear to calm him down.

"America. Come here!" Britain said harshly. Ame whimpered.

"He's not going to get you. I love you."  I whispered. He snuggled into my shirt, and I could feel his ragged breath. 

I felt Britain get closer. I felt him put his hands on America's shoulders. Ame screamed in fear. 

America's POV

I screamed in terror. Britain grabbed my shoulders and squeezed tightly. "We're going home," he demanded.

"No!" I screamed. Tears streamed down my cheeks.  He let go of my shoulders, and grabbed my wheelchair handles. I slapped his hands.

"ACK!" He screamed, stumbling to the floor. Russia's hand was covered in blood.

Britain wiped his bloody, and crooked, nose, and he growled. He got up.

"Well, Russia, if you want to play it that way- HUH?" He got tackled by-

BY SOVIET?

Soviet punched his nose again, making Britain scream with pain and rage. But Britain's slim build was nothing compared to Soviet's. Britain kicked and screamed, but Soviet pinned him in a second.

"This child, Britain, was abused by you. If you think you could take him from my house, than you're as dead as Queen Elizabeth II," Soviet snarled. Britain's eyes filled with tears of rage, pain, and sorrow. (That was good, Soviet-)

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Yep, Imma stop right there. UwU

And, I'm sorry, I didn't know what to put on this chapter, so I just left for like a month

but anyway here-

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