Loving The Enemy ( America x Russia )

Chapter Fourteen ~ Russia

It has been three days since I slammed Alfred's head into the floor. I diagnosed I gave him a concussion and bruised his back. I didn't slam him with all my strength, and countries are tough anyways.

After a day, he already got bored laying in bed and was walking around the house. He still complains about being sore, but he will get over it. And with my medicine I'm giving him, he doesn't have to deal with all the pain.

We really haven't talked much in the last few days. This is probably a result of me trying to avoid Alfred whenever I can. Instead of having dinner with him, I'll set some food out for Alfred and eat in my study. Or I'll sleep during the day and work out at night.

But all this changing of my schedule has really gotten the better of me. I'm really tired now. So, I think I'm going to stop avoiding him and just do what I normally do. Maybe.

As a result, I now sit in my chair in front of the fireplace, reading my book. Alfred is no where in sight. I hope he stays this way.

But of course, right as I think this I can hear his slow footsteps come up behind me.

There is no sound, and I sigh putting down my book. "Yes Alfred?"

"Hey dude, do you have a phone?"

"I do. I don't know dat it will work properly dough wid de snow. But you may try."

I stand up and I can see the hope in his eyes. I walk into my study, and show him my landline.

"Woah you still use a landline? Just about everyone in my country uses a cell phone." He holds up his smart phone to demonstrate. "But I don't have any service right now."

"Yes, well, do not be suprized if de phone does not work wid de snow."

I walk out of my study, and stand out of sight but within ear shot.

There is some rustling and I can hear Alfred's foot begin tapping again.

"Hey dude can you hear me alright?" He pauses. I'm surprised he got through.

"Yeah yeah, I know I have paper work! Look, can you just tell President I'm at Ivan's right now and I probably won't be back for a while?" Another pause.

"Yes I know you need me but you really think I can do anything about it right now? Look, what ever you need my help with, just explain it to me over the phone and I'll do what I can." I can hear my chair squeak, as the American must have sat in it.

He actually interacts with the people of his country? I didn't think he would as he is such a damn child.

I go to walk away, I've lost interest, when I can hear a nervous laugh from Alfred.

"Sorry Mr. President. I know I promised I wouldn't get into anymore fights, but I swear this one wasn't my fault! But it's okay! I'm healing faster then normal so the people are okay right?" Another pause.

"What? That many? How is that possible? I only hit my head! Wait... Yeah... I know... I don't think it's my fault this time then. I'm just trying to patch somethings up with Russia is all... I'll be fine... You're treating me like a child again... Yes... I understand... Thanks..."

With this I walk away. I've heard enough. I never really thought America would be the type to actually take his job seriously.

Well, I guess responsibility does that to someone. It's honorable of him to try to do it in his current situation. My people know if there is a storm to not try getting in contact with me, as it is futile.