How it Should Be |CH| RUSAME|

chapter 16

America woke up a few hours and looked around. Russia must have carried him to their room. He sat up and realized Russ wasn't there.

Russia put back on his Ushanka as he took it off before, and he just grabbed his keys for his Lada.

America left their room and saw Russia leaving. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to buy groceries. I'll be back in a little bit. I might need you to wash the dishes while I'm gone, ai?" Russia glanced at Ame, unlocking the door to open it.

"Oh," America nodded, "Ok, I can do that." He held back tears and looked down.

Russia was already out the door, not noticing America's emotions.

America walked to the kitchen to distract himself but he felt dizzy. He sat down on the ground, bringing his knees to his chest. Ame cried and impatiently waited for Russia to come home.

Russia came back, carrying milk in his left hand and 4 other smiths bags of groceries, and came in through the door, laying the stuff on the counter, starting to put stuff away. "Hun, I'm home!"

America looked up and wiped his tears with his sleeve. He stood up and walked to Russia, hugging him. "I missed you,"

"Oh my, Ame." Russia hugged America, "What happened?"

"Nothing... I'm ok." America buried his face into Russia's chest.

"I don't think it's nothing..." Russia hugged America tighter, "Did someone hurt you? Did you hurt yourself?"

"No, i'm fine." America pulled away. "I just had something in my eye that's all."

Russia huffed, his eyebrows furrowed. "I'm no idiot, America."

America felt too guilty to tell him. He didn't want to hold Russia back.

"C'mon, Ame." Russia held America's chin between his index finger and his thumb, tilting his head up.

Tears built up in America's eyes again, "I'm fine!" He pulled away from Russia's hand.

"You're obviously not fine, America." Russia said, feeling hurt that America pulled away.

America hugged Russia again, feeling terrible for what he had just done. "I- I'm sorry. For everything I've done"

"what do you mean? You haven't done anything wrong." Russia hugged America.

"I- oh god how do I say this" America sighed, "I think I have, uhm, separation anxiety. But I don't want that holding you back." He felt embarrassed and guilty.

"Okay, okay, well first, you need therapy." Russia sighed. "I'm sorry you have to go through that."

America nodded, "It's fine, it's not your fault."

Russia hummed, holding America close.

America gave Russia a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Russia smiled softly.

America leaned into Russia's arms, hugging him close.

Russia woke up, in his bed, covered in a cold sweat, his heart rate increased and his breathing shallow. 'What kind of dream was that?' he wondered to himself. He felt.. faint. Sad even. it was as if his whole world had been torn apart. "America.." he murmered to himself, burying his face in his hand, wiping off sweat from his forehead. He was only in a tank top yet he felt incredibly hot, his head felt like it was burning yet he got cold shivers.

America looked up from his phone, "Finally, gosh you made me miss so many of my classes." He rolled his eyes and got some water from the kitchen, then walked back to Russia and handed him the water.

Russia took the water, his mind murky. He groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Vhat... Ugh, what happened?" his voice was scratchy and his throat burned everytime he spoke.

America sat back down in a chair, "I went shopping and returned to you passed out. You were lying in a pool of alcohol bottles." He took his phone back out and scrolled on TikTok.

Russia sighed, not in a good mood. "I overr drank again.... Zat was a Vaky Drream." He felt in an ever worse mood due to remembering his dream.

"Mhm, and now me and you have a lot of homework to make up."

Russia sighed even harder. "perfect."

America looked at the time, it was almost midnight. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

Russia grunted, covering his eyes, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sadness.

America walked to his bedroom, falling asleep in his bed quickly.

Russia layed down on whatever he was laying on and struggled to fall asleep.

America slept well that night. When he woke up, he walked to the pantry and grabbed some cereal. America took the cereal to his room so he could get ready for the day.

Russia heard America go into the kitchen, but he just shuffled in his bed, his hands trembling.

America got changed, and then he peeked his head into Russia's room, "You not coming to school today or something?"

Russia grunted. "I might stay home today... My head hurts too much." He sighed.

America shrugged and left. He walked to class and forgot about Russia.

Russia spent the whole day thinking about America. He kind of lied. His head hadn't hurt in the first place; he just didn't want to deal with anything anymore. Maybe it won't be that bad to just have another sip of vodka. Maybe just a little while to get away from all the pain of everything. He thought to himself. For some reason that stupid thing he dreamt of made him unbearably sad. He moved his head to the other side of the bed. The packet of cookies was still there...

THE END HAHAHAHHA