Rusame one shots

Betrayed my trust

This story is wrote in a cowboy kinda setting, this will help you understand the story more. This story is longer then the stories I usually post.

Russias pov

I was riding my horse in a small town, I've been here before with someone I consider dead to me. He ruined something I loved and all I wanted was to ruin everything he loves.All I wanted was for god to send him down to hell where he belongs. My father didn't deserve this crap. I was with a few people I would barley consider friends when our eyes met. His golden eyes reminded me of his shining ego. His unkept hair, and arrogant personality still the same as all those years ago. I don't know what his father did wrong raising a person like him. He stared at him intensely, I had to turn around and go another way to my destination. If I had continued to stared I would have committed a crime. I rode my horse to a small area cleared away from the town. It was the same as it was years ago. I jumped off my horse and walked up to a grave stone. I sat next to it and hugged it. "Father I'm sorry-"

...years ago..

"Wow you polished your boots they look nice."
"Don't they? They were given to me by my dad." I said smiling by the compliment.

He stared at me for a bit before looking ahead of us. His face was serious with a hint of sadness. The sound of the horses stomping echoed in our ears and the smell of dust and wood covered us like a blanket. We were heading back from collecting wood, my father hired us to bring back wood so he could make and sell things made from it. He had a small business and lived a bit outside of town. America was a friend I knew for a long time, we went to school together. Even our houses were near. My father gave him the job with me since he believed the more help the better. His father was the towns mayor and was looked up to by the citizens. He was a good mayor but something about his was.. odd. His wife owned a bakery and made the best pastries, she didn't like to get into politics and so she spent most of her time in her store.

America and I finally made it back to town and brought wood to my father. "Here you go dad this is all we could carry." He nodded to us as he helped unload the wood we had in our wagon. "Wow boys this will be good for about 3 days I'll pay y'all extra." He smiled to us before waving. America and I had left the wagon at the house and with our horses ran through the tall spring grass. Wind in our hair, the smell of the cool summer breeze coming in, summer was almost here. Flowers had bloomed and animals were out, I believe it was hunting season. But don't take me word for it, I wasn't a hunter. We rode up the hill letting our horses rest. The sun was setting and the stars were starting to awaken. I laid on the soft green grass, as America came to follow. "You're awfully quiet, what's wrong?" Usually he'd be talking like crazy about his father, or something he wanted to do. But he was silence, something he did when he was thinking. "Russia, you promise not to get mad." He had caught my attention. "What did you do?"
"That's the thing I didn't do anything, and I can't"
"Well spill it."
"My father wants to buy your home property to make new homes to expand the town. I told him he can't, y'all had that home for generations."
"What! he can't do that my family worked hard for our land"
"Thats what i told him but he doesn't care."
"This is unfair he can't take this away from us." I said sitting there quietly. The sound of crickets echoed in the valley. I was left in my thoughts.

America's pov
I watched as Russia's face grew in anger I could only feel bad. I knew what was going to happen next wasn't good. So when the sun had set we waved goodbye. The ride back was quiet, left in my thoughts. My father had told me to find a way to get them to move but I didn't know how. My father was a powerful man, and would do anything he can to get what he wants. I could only feel sadness for Russia. I feel as if I am betraying them. Soon I seen the bright lights of my home and took my horse to her stable. when I walked inside my house I removed my dirty boots by the door. "Hey honey how was your day?" My mother asked drying a plate. "It was fine." Was what I said before walking into my room and closing the door. There was something I was hiding, and I couldn't tell Russia yet. I changed into some some comfortable clothes and sat on my bed. I heard a few knocks and my father entered the room and sat next to me. "You know Mr. Soviet? Owner of that store on the other side of town. His plot his huge, and I know you said no but look at amount of things we could do with it. Money obviously ain't the problem as he declined any amount we offered. I'm afraid we may have to use force."
"B- but father you know that's against the law we can't force people to do that. What about the family what would they do? This isn't right." (Idk if that's a law it probably is if not uh just imagine it is ig)
"You are my son, you don't tell me what to do," his voice now serious, "I have a request for you."