ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ (ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ)

Sweater Weather

"Russia stop!" Yelled America while holding a beaten up child in his arms. There were bottles everywhere, blood on the floor, broken pieces of glass. "Дай мне ребенка, любовь..."

"No, Russia look what you're doing!" the American held the child closer to his chest, the cries of the child had covered the entire room. "What did you say.." the Russian came closer and closer to his husband and child.

America pinned to the wall by his 'husband' started to panic. He refused to give the child to Russia knowing well enough what he might to to him.

Russia smirked at America before grabbing another bottle of vodka and chugging it. The American stood in place afraid of what the man before him might do to him and his child.

"I'll be back, Любовь.." said Russia in a warning tone. He made his way upstairs tumbling on the way. America quickly grabbed his shirt and cleaned the blood of the child in his arms.

He only had a little time to do this so he needed to hurry up. "Hey darling look at mama.." he said lifting the child's chin upwards to face him. The child sniffed and looked at his mom with red puffy eyes.

"M-mommy w-hat is h-happening..?" He stuttered, America looked at his child with the same eyes. There was banging upstairs America needed to hurry up. "You know where uncle Canada lives right..?" The child nodded, "I need you to go over there, ok" the child whimpered as America put him down infront of a window.

"Lets imagine this is an adventure, ok?" The child's eyes lit up and he smiled making America tear up inside. "The treasure is at uncle Canada's house.." He was now crying while he held the fragile hands of his son, "what about you mommy?" America smiled, "I'll be right behind you darling.."

"Now if you don't see me, run as fast as you can to uncle Canada's ok.. when you get there tell him that mommy needs help ok?" the kid slowly nodded, "if you see daddy running after you, don't stop running until you get to uncle Canada's" the child nodded rapidly.

"Remember that mommy will always be with you..", the banging became louder from upstairs. "Now im going to break this window and you're going to run" the child cried a bit before nodding.

America swung his fist at the window shattering it, he held his bloody red wrist, he was shaking from pain when he picked up his son. When the child was outside he stared at his mother. "Run darling, remember mommy loves you" the child nodded and ran to his uncle's house, the words of his mother in his head.

"I'll be right behind you.." so the kid ran and ran until he reached his uncle's house. He nocked repeatedly before his uncle swung the door open. "Alaska, what are you doing here..?" He stared at the child who was catching his breath.

"M-mommy needs help!!" He cried, Canada's eyes widen and carried the kid in his arms, he brought him to the couch and told him to stay there.

The kid nodded and began crying when he realized that his mom wasn't behind him like he promised.

Canada called the police and was now running to America's house, Alaska right behind him disobeying his uncle's orders.

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America started crying when he saw Alaska run out. He heard footsteps coming downstairs, America saw Russia holding what looked like a pocket knife. He stared at him while holding the knife in his hand.

He launched at America stabbing the knife in his leg, America shrieked in pain, Russia grabbed his other leg and stabbed it aswell. A big puddle of blood was forming under America's legs.

America felt his vision go blurry he felt as if his head was in the clouds. Russia grabbed his neck and started to choke him. "Your a little slut, you know that right.."
He stared at the struggling American.

"Where is the child.." America just stared at him, as if on cue Russia's eyes widen, "you let him go didn't you!?" His grip on America's neck tightened. America's face was turning blue as he was struggling to breathe.

America knew he was going to die, in the house where he got engaged, where he and Russia shared moments together, where he raised their child. The house where it all happened.

The house where their bond closed, the moment where shirts didn't exist, the moment when the world didn't exist.
It was just them. This house. Their child, everything was crumbling to piece slowly.

The place where they shared secrets, they wouldn't hide anything from each other. Here is where all the problems started. America felt his body turning cold. Extremely cold. America felt light headed.

He took his final breath before he let darkness swallow him whole..

Flashbacks started coming to him, those moments when he would feel cold and would put his husband's sweater on.
They wouldn't say anything to each other on those days.

They enjoyed the peaceful silence, their lovely presence they gave each other.

He couldn't see anything, couldn't talk, his own mind guided him without him making a sound. He knew he should've ditched him when his drinking problems started.

He knew he should've moved to a place so far away, from his alcoholic husband, take his child with him, forget about that painful life, give his kid the life he very much deserved.

He started getting goosebumps from the overwhelming feeling of regret he was getting.

He got another flashback of the first time he and Russia met. They were dancing at a ball, he grabbed his waist while they got closer to each other.

They had kissed, nothing mattered anymore they felt comfortable in their arms holding each other afraid to let go.

That moment when they closed the bond, heated rooms noise everywhere, but that didn't matter, they felt amazing. They knew this should happen, that they would stay together forever. Never hurt each other....

They had found their other half, the half they always needed the one they had heard about all their lives. They had found the other piece of their soul, the other piece of their body, the missing piece of themselves.

The piece they were missing...

Those days where the snow poured and they felt safe in the warmth of their home.

Everything was coming down, their love was coming down, just them...

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The Russian felt his husband's body go limp. His hand felt cold just by holding his neck. His senses came back within a rush.

He stared at his husband's body in the air, he backed away letting America's body crash onto the floor, he cried and cried wishing it was all a dream. He heard police sirens outside. He fell onto his knees, he grabbed his husband's body closer to him, holding him tightly fearing what will happen if he let him go.

Police came barging in, they took America's body from him he tried to reach to fight but nothing worked. He just cried, pain swallowing his body. He wanted his America back into his arms even thought he was far gone.

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Alaska stared at his home which was now surrounded by police cars and an ambulance. He saw his father being dragged out of the house crying. He ran to him stopping the police.

"Where's mommy!?" He cried, Russia stared at him,the police began dragging him away. Alaska was held back by his uncle who was looking at the house waiting for his brother to come out safe and sound.

Alaska got free from his grip and began running, he cried wanting to see his mom. Canada went after him. They stopped at the front door. Where they saw a body covered in a white cloth. Alaska cried harder now, yes he was a child but he wasn't stupid. He knew what had happened.

Canada began crying and held Alaska closer to him. The child was shaking. He buried his face in his uncles leg.
He cried and cried wanting this to end, to simply be a dream.

He wanted his mother so desperately, he wanted him to hold his hands again, he wanted him to give him night kisses he wanted his touch, his words clinging onto him.

"I love you my baby.."