Messages and Trips to the Park at 2am (Rus×ame? AU)

2- The Park

Holy crap it's Russia.

America recognised the flag began to think. "Alright, I'm going down there, and I'm gonna actually talk to him." He whispered.
He got a jacket on because it was cold as ass out there and opened his door as quietly as possible.
He, for once, didn't expect Australia to be creeping down the corridor to prank him like yesterday.
Australia whispered, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going on a walk. Please don't tell dad."

"Okay, don't be out too long." Australia went back to his room.

America got some boots on and went outside, carefully closing the door behind him.
He trudged through the wet pavement and grass.
"Russia?" America stood a few metres away from him.
America noticed that Russia was wearing his school uniform... at 2am... in a park.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He walked a bit closer.

"My dad was mad. I'm not really unused to it, but he was specifically mad at me."

America sat down on the other swing bext to Russia, "Why was he mad?"

"He looked at my search history, and I searched up bad things according to him."

"Oh. I'd recommend you to delete it after you've done searching so it won't happen again."

"I did. He still has parental controls over my stuff."

"Huh."

"He went apeshit again. My siblings ran off and left me with him."

"What did he do?"

"Screaming, hitting. I'm pretty sure I heard a few slurs in there."

"Damn." America felt the dots connect like a puzzle. He had gone through the same schtick of discovering himself. A few people gave him a taste of transphobia, but not his immediate family.

At this point, Russia was openly admitting it, "I did tell my siblings about it, but they didn't react so bad. I think they're just internalising how they truly feel about me."
He went on, "I honestly don't feel connected to myself or to anyone else anymore."

America looked at the pitch-black floor since it's dark as hell. He frowned.
"I don't really know what to say."

"I get it," Russia got off from the swing. He went around to the other side and stood on the swing, Russia held onto the chains that connected the swing together.
He pushed himself up like a scooter, "I don't feel like myself because my dad hates people like me. I remember something like this in psychology studies."

"Oh, our parents are responsible for how we are?" America said without thinking. As he thought about it for a few moments, he realised how much it didn't make sense in this context.

"I don't think it's that. Damn it, I forgot. I really need to go back home." He picked up his bag that America did not notice was even there at all, "I'll see you at school."

"Yeah, bye." Once America saw Russia disappear into the trees, he made a run for it, back home, across the street.

America snuck to the front of the house. He turned the door knob, but it abruptly stopped. His heart sank when he realised that the door was locked.

America went to the back of the house, which was where his room was located, on the second floor.
He found that he could easily climb the scaffolding like a ladder, and so, he did.

He opened his already-open window wider so he could get in.
He crashed down onto his bed when he got through the window.

He removed his jacket and shoes. He hid the shoes and jacket under his bed. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep, hoping Russia made it back okay.
America thought about him as he began to drift into slumber.
He found it weird that Russia would just open up like that and why he would even go to the very park that was outside his bedroom.
It was kind of like the scene in Romeo and Juliet, when Romeo is calling up to Juliet, and she is on the balcony like 'Oh, Romeo... where art thou Romeo...?' No way was he comparing him and Russia to Romeo and Juliet...

It was so obvious.
America had a * sort of * crush on him.

The trouble was that he, America, didn't know if he aligned the dots correctly or not.
The experiences of him and other queer people were alike to what Russia opened up about.
Russia didn't say what he searched, but the message became very clear that Russia was in some way, queer.

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America opened his eyes after a night thinking about Russia.

He went downstairs and had cornflakes with honey, the best British invention.

(A/N: i searched up on Wikipedia and it turns out that cornflakes are american FUCK)

After a small argument about corn flakes, America went to the bus stop for the second day of school.
He began thinking about Russia again and realised he could've got on the same bus as him. America got more excited and nervous for a bus than ever, then it came.

He looked for one second and found him at the front of the bus. Nobody sat behind him or next to him. There were at least 3 empty rows behind him.
This was perfect! America could sit a row behind Russia without making it awkward because they're becoming acquainted!

He sat behind Russia. America begged God that Russia would just turn around and even say 'hi' to him.
America left the bus disappointed that Russia didn't seem to acknowledge him. But he still had a full day ahead of him and plenty of classes with Russia.

He awaited the bell to ring. America started walking to class when he saw Russia also walking to his lesson.

America sped up a bit to catch up. He tapped his shoulder.
Russia turned to make eye contact with America.

"Hello," America said.

"Hi. I take it that you are also going to class."

"I sure am."
Russia began to walk again, and America did the same. "What happened when you got home?"

"Okay, I looked into the window, and I saw my dad in the living room. The motherfucker was awake, chugging vodka again."

"So he does this normally...?"

"Yeah, he does. He was moping about raising a homosexual for sure."

"Damn, he has issues."