How it Should Be |CH| RUSAME|

Chapter 6

It was like 2 in the morning, and Russia had definitely had enough alcohol. He was leaning over the toilet, throwing up. He obviously drank too much.

America woke up and heard Russ throwing up. He walked to the bathroom and said "We should probably go home." He helped Russia to the car and got into the driver's seat.

Russia gratefully walked into the car, dozing off. Then he jerked himself awake, and he handed Ame the keys to let him drive them to their dorm complex, falling asleep on the way.

America parked their car and hopped out. He walked to the passenger side and carried Russia inside. He dropped him on the couch and fell on top of him, falling asleep.

Russia faded in and out of consciousness, and acknowledged that Ame was on him, and suggled him, loving the physical touch.

America woke up and looked at the time. 7:43. Almost time for school. He shook Russia softly and went to the kitchen to grab a bagel. He ate his bagel and got dressed at the same time.

Russia grumbled when he had to wake up, but did either way, and went to the kitchen to make some Butterbrot, getting dressed as fast as he could, and Rushing them to the school so they weren't late.

They both got to class and sat down. After a few minutes, America raised his hand and asked to go to the bathroom. "Yes, you may" He got up and walked to the hallway. He almost got to the bathroom but then he bumped into his bullies.

"What do you want" America didn't have time for this. "Oh, we just wanted to give you a little... gift." China chuckled. North Korea grabbed America's wrists and held them together so he couldn't move. He looked back at North Korea and then looked back at China who already had his fist coming towards his face. America fell down and scooted back until he hit a wall. China hit him again. "AHHHHHHHH" America could feel tears rolling down his eyes.

America tried to stand up and run but China pushed him down. He felt liquid building up in his mouth. He put his hand up to his mouth and saw blood. China kept hitting him and he knew he couldn't escape. North Korea pushed him again. He tumbled down the stairs until his world went black.

Russia waited for America to come back from the bathroom. He was bored already and just wanted to see Ame. Russia was startled out of his daydreaming (Whatcha thinking about Rus?) when he heard a scream. Except no one noticed except him. He was feeling restless. What if that was America?

Russia heard a loud thump and his nerves were definitely not doing well. He raised his hand, asked if he could check up on it, and ran outside, seeing the quartet laughing and returning back to their classes. That wasn't a very good sign. Russia rushed down the stairs, to find a battered America. He panicked, seeing the body, and immediately called the ambulance. He was too stressed to cry, but why? Why did everyone he loved have to leave him? One way or another, everyone got hurt around him. Why? he pondered, feeling so bad for America.

America opened his eyes faintly to see Russ kneeling next to him. He tried to move his hand to Russ but was only able to move a couple of inches. He closed his eyes again and passed out.

Russia saw America open his eyes, and hope surged through him. "C'mon, Meri," he said, this time he could feel the burn of tears come, but he tried pushing them down, "Stay with me, Comrade." He said. Finally the ambulance came, and picked up Ame in a stretcher, a crowd of students came curious about what happened. Russia stood by, and all he could feel was numbness. He watched as the people carried America away, not able to feel his fingers, or himself.