ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ (ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ)

In The Back Of My Mind..

"Милый, pleez put ze gunn down!" He yelled as he watched his husband pointing a gun to his head. "I will be out of your way, Liebling.." he said holding the gun in a shaky way. He was going to shoot himself, and no one was going to stop him.

The Slav knew that if he got any closer to the German he would pull the trigger, his only hope was talking his way out of it. He walked closer to the German and slowly held his hands out. He carefully talked to him and grabbed the gun without his partner noticing. When it was fully out of the man's reach he threw it across the room which had a variety of broken bottles and mirrors, everything was thrown or misplaced.

He turned to his partner who was shaking and crying, "lookk atz me" his heavy accent getting somewhat softer, he opened his arms and immediately was met with another accepting the embrace.

The German cried in the taller's arms not wanting to let go fearing of what would happen of he lost the embrace. They held each other for a minute or two before the German spoke.

"You need to wake up.." he chanted in the male's ear, the Slav held the other's arms and stared at his pale face, the male's expression was pitful to look at, he had bags under his eyes, his eyes showed no emotions and were dull even if the light hit them. He had nothing but a simple frown plastered on his face.

The Slav looked at him and for the first time he saw the German smile in that interaction, "zou will wakke up zoon dearr.." he placed his gentle hands that had killed millions on the taller male's face.

He Slav saw his partner slowly start to crumble into pieces, his eyes widen and he started to shake he looked at the German desperate to do something but all he could do was shed a tear before everything went white.

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He felt a hand being placed on his shoulder and looked back to see an American looking at him with worry, "I know it's hard, but..you need to stay strong for him" he said looking down. The Slav was confused until he also looked down.

He saw the grave of the person he thought he saved. He was there..buried three feet underground right below him.. he stared down at it and cried a bit more, he looked for the closest thing for comfort and hugged the American (this ain't the ship, they're just good friends. This was before the cold war btw) the American was stunned but soon hugged the Slav back not caring about the eyes staring at them.

When everyone but those countries left they talked a bit more sharing some memories of Reich, Soviet was mostly the one that spoke about him while America listened. Even though he and Third weren't really on good terms with each other they didn't stop talking eventually whenever they could, America would share some tips about child care with the German while they German shared some of his favorite curse words with the American.

Soviet kept talking a bit more before he stumbled across a memory that hit him hard.

"It vas beforre all zis happen..vwe vere fightting in my son'z terrrittory; Москва, ze hadd a gun and vas trrying to shoot me plentry of zimes" he sighed and continued the story letting one tear drop. "Ze zen ranz avay into ze forrest, I followed him untilz zi foundz a manssion. I van insside anz lookked for zim evverrywhere untilz zi herrdd a loud noiiz comming freom upzstaiirz..."

The American once again placed a hand on the taller's shoulder signalling him to take his time and continue when he was ready. "I rann upztaiirrz andd zaw him wiza gun to ziz headd.." he sobbed, louder now realizing he didn't save the person he loved.

"I don't know how you feel but if you need anyone to talk to I'll be at your service" the other man smiled warmly at the broken man before him. When Soviet calmed down America offered to take him to his house since he couldn't stay here, the graveyard was about to close. He agreed and allowed the American to drive him home.

It was a quiet drive with the radio occasionally playing different songs, of course it was raining. The water droplets flew across the window as if in a race, the sound of rain pouring being muffled was calming to both men.

When America stopped at his friends house he got an umbrella and helped the Slav enter his home, he knocked a few times before someone he knew opened the door. "Vst is.., vater?" The Russian looked in between his father and America, "hello Russia, can you help me..?" He asked the Russian shook out of his thoughts and allowed them in.

"So umm, I-uh" he stuttered, he didn't know the man he admired was going to show up at his doorstep, especially with his father looking beaten up. America smiled and guided the man to the couch where he carefully sat him down.

The Slav quickly feel asleep, America smiled and turned around ready to leave, "uh, fank zou.." said a voice coming from somewhere behind the American, he looked back and was Russia who was probably a foot taller that him by now staring at him.

"No problem buddy, can you do me a favor?" He asked, Russia was startled at first but agreed and drove him to the kitchen where his father nor his siblings would hear them.

"Vat is itt?" The taller male asked, "what happened in-between your father and Reich?" He said firmly, Russia stared down and sighed. "My vater...he hadd gotzem a lettrr frrom him and it..wait letz me zeing it zou zu" he exclaimed dashing out of the room, seconds later he came back with a crumbled looking paper in his hand.

He eagerly gave it to America, he opened it and began to read.

Hello dear,

I have written this letter to inform you about some causes that my government had decided, I love you very deeply and wish to not break your precious heart but alas...

We are now at war.

I have my soldiers on your land as I write this, your daughter is very strong being able to hold them off I see. But I have to say that it will not last long.

I am sorry I have to write you this in such a selfish way but there is nothing I can do at the moment

Remeber I'll always love you dear.

-Third Reich

America looked at the letter stunned, what a shit of a government, but then again these were desperate times..he sighed and looked at the Russian who was lost in thought looking at the American's features.

"Thank you for this information Russia.." he said, the Russian jumped he looked around and nodded to America. America stood up and handed the letter to Russia, he them made his way into the living room again and stared at his friend.

At least for now..

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Hello guys I figured I'd finished this today since i had it in my drafts for a long time- also the moment where the lines go " in the back of my mind" and shit is 0:49!

Anyways for those who can't live without a good ending, the Cold war happened rusame shit and yada yada

Thank you LaaLaasFoot for the request and yes I'm still on break just didn't wanna leave y'all waiting.

I do have other requests and I promise I will get to them but for know i have an idea that has been bugging me.

There is a song i rlly wanna write a story abt but i keep forming new groups everytime so i want y'all to decide

- Japan and America duo band

- America, Canada, New Zealand, and Australia band (brothers)

- north America band, (Mexico, America, Canada, and Greenland)

Plz choose i have been wanting to write this but ofc im I'm a break so bye, help me decide and gn day or life!

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