"Come on Russ!" Said America while running over to a cliff, they had a plan to out into action. They were going to jump of a cliff. Well not exactly jump off but fly.Yes, that's right America has wings, beautiful wings in Russia's opinion. They were a beautiful bronze color they seemed to shine in the light. Both angels were going to attempt to fly today.
They had planned this today because this very day is America's birthday, America was an angel from the snow realm, meaning he had some kind of power over snow he could make it snow, make figures out of snow, make giant snowmen.
Russia was an angel from flower realm meaning that he could control anything plant realted, like grow plants shape them in any form, make little statues out of wood in under 20 seconds.
The realms were separated from each other and had barriers to protect the citizens and the royals from getting hurt.
America was son of king Britain and queen France, Russia was son of king Soviet and Queen Korea who had sadly passed away. Both of their families were friends so they had a very good alliance."America!" Called a voice Russia instantly recognized, Japan. America stopped running and turned around. Japan was running towards them with another country at hand. Japan was the daughter of emperor Japanese empire, emperor of the fire realm, the country she had brought along was Mexico, son of the Spanish empire or Spain as some might call him ruler of the water realm.
"Japan!" Said the American while running towards her. They tackled each other and laughed. After a while they both got up and dusted themselves. When they were done, they greeted each other in the Japanese way as both were great friends and wanted to be respectful.
Japan then spotted Russia and greeted him aswell, こんにちは、 Russia!" She said, Russia nodded and looked over to the country Japan had brought along. "Whoz dat" the country looked up and introduced himself. "Im Mexico.," He said.
America smiled which caught Mexico's attention, he smiled at Mexico and the country smiled at him. Russia got jealous of course but then America spoke up. "Lets go fly" at those words Russia got tense, you see he couldn't fly that good.
"But we outta make groups right?" Said America crossing his arms, "well all of us here know how to fly, but we might aswell do it for safety precautions" said Japan nodding.
America came over to Russia which startled the Slav, "ready?" Japan called they nodded, suddenly a piece of land broke under Russia making him and America fall down the cliff.
On quick thinking America opened his wings and attempted to fly, which worked bringing him and Russia up the cliff. America got Russia to stand but he couldn't hold on to Russia's hand no longer. The Russian was trying to pull him up. "Russia, let me go its not worth it!" He yelled.
"Im not lettingg zou go!" Said Russia trying to pull him up. Their hands were slipping due to the sweat, by now Russia was crying, America only had one option so he raised his free hand and pushed Russia far from the cliff, in doing so America let his hand go.
"АМЕРИКА!" Cried Russia, but he was too late America had let go. There was a thud which only meant one thing to Russia.
Dead. His best friend was dead. He couldn't hold it in no longer he cried and cried.
This was the moment he realized he loved the American, those nights when they would watch movies. When they would tell each other stories.
His first true love was now gone, hone , gone , gone never to come back. Or at least thats what Russia thought...
He heard footsteps coming his way, "where the bloody hell is my son!?" Yelled a voice coming towards the cliff. Russia looked up and saw the royals coming towards them.
Russia's father came foward to him and knelt down, at that Russia launched himself and cried in his father's chest. The royals were confused. "You boy, where is my son!?" Said America's father looking around the cliff.
Russia cried harder, the Japanese empire gasped and held a crying Japan, the second to realize was the Spanish empire and his son, Mexico's eyes widen and he cried aswell.
France was the third to realize, she fell down to her knees and started to cry, her three other sons were confused, until the oldest caught on. He hugged his mother and cried along with her. The British empire was in denial frantically looking for his son.
The Soviet Union had already figured out what had happened and held a crying Russia in his arms. Out of nowhere they heard the flapping of wings, everyone looked up to see a struggling America trying to fly.
"Amérique!" Yelled France running towards his son, she opened her own wings and flew towards him wrapping her arms around her son. "Mama, Look I can fly!" Yelled America flapping his wings.
(At those lines in your head sing 'you go down like holy mary' that shit-)
Russia stared at America in the air, once France brought him down Russia ran to him and tackled him to the ground. Not letting him go.
"Vy vy vy!" He cried now punching the American on the stomach, "I had to let you go.." whispered the American while hugging his stomach trying not to get hit again.
The Russian didn't care, once again he wrapped his arms around America and didn't let go.His mother and siblings came foward to hug him aswell, Canada almost cursed at him if it wasn't that there were royals looking down at him, after everyone was done, Japan came over, she slapped America across the face. "I deserve that..." He said as Japan squeezed the air out of him.
"このバカ野郎!" She yelled at him, her mother laughed.
"You ever scare me like that again I'll punch you!" She said letting go of him. "You already slapped me.." said America trying to gain back his air. "I see nothing wrong with that" said France smiling at him, "mom!" Yelled America in a jokingly way.Out of the corner of his eye he saw Russia staring at him,
America smiled at him mouthing the words,I love you..
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FUUCK FUUCK ME OK IMMA EAT YOUR INTESTINES-
Another chapter finished bitch
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