Catch us if you can || rusame fanfic|| Discontinued

Where it all began

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"No it's this crazy headache thing" America complained as he jumped out of the metro. He held his phone to his ear as he adjusted the bag in his hands. He glanced around the underground room where many people roamed. Signs along all walls and pillars- for all the information one would need. The tiles around the room were chipped and cracked. The over head lights gave off a warm yellow glow; Giving the whole area and eerie vibe.

"There's no use complaining to me about it- shut up and take some pills" Canada spoke from the other end of the phone. America smirked at his brother as he strolled through the place, deciphering the staircases where about.

"Don't worry- this wasn't the reason I called" America explained as he steadily made his way up the dingy stair case where the atmosphere was a lot darker then the room he stepped into before. People littered the side as they hung around the walls. Glaring at those who walked by; giving the American glares as he spoke in English rather then Russian.

America saw the light at the end of the staircase and wasted no time pulling out the red and white box he carried with him everywhere. He pulled the top back and placed a cigarette between his lips as he advanced forwards up the staircase.

"So what did you need Ame?" Canada asked with a yawn. America gritted his teeth at how nonchalant his 'brother' called him by his nickname.

"You free next week? For a meeting?" America asked as he stepped onto the concrete that was covered in layers of snow. The cold air pricking his face as cars drove passed on his side. Other people making their way to and out of the subway. He grabbed his lighter and slid his thumb over the spark wheel, watching a flame come forth. Juxtaposing the cold climate of the town. It provided a subtle warmth as he drew the lighter towards the cigarette in his mouth.

He inhaled through the cigarette like a straw, igniting the end; drawing in the harsh smoke into his lungs.

"Uhhhh... how about next month on the 16th at 5? Dose that work?" Canada asked and America grinned as he moved the cigarette away from his lips. Breathing out the smoke in his lungs before he spoke.

"Absolutely perfect" he said as he was struggling to suppress the tormented thoughts that flew by in his mind.

"Hey, I've got to get going- see ya then" America spoke as he immediately hung up the phone. Not bothering to listen to his brothers send off. He buried his phone in his thick coat and walked over towards the side of the street. Waving his hand out for a cab. He patiently waited as he drew on his cigarette...

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

The dark wooden door creaked open as light flooded into the relatively dark room. The bright warm light that engulfed the hallway slowly faded out as the armed guards on the outside closed the door after the American had entered. The room was warm and dark, the only light sources being the crackling orange of the fireplace and a small desk lamp. Above the fireplace held many trinkets of the owner. Varying from old photos to a nicely laid out, disconnected sub-machine gun that hung on the wall. All the little parts dismantles to show the inner workings of the older gun.