[Amnesia] (Countryhumans au, Sovame story)

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The two Russians headed over to the area where Russia lived, which was filled with a variety of buildings that the Soviet Union considered impressive. Each one was unique and stood out in its own way. "... I really like the variety of houses," Soviet remarked, attempting to ease the tension in the air between him and his son.

"They have houses in other countries. These places are divided into categories. I live in the Asian province, but people are still unsure if I should move to a European province or not. It's just that I want to be away from people I don't get along with." Russia said this while walking, looking pretty cold. Saying he was confused would be an understatement, and he really didn't like how Russia was feeling. Was he messing something up?

"Are you alright, son?" Soviet asked, feeling anxious that he might have done something wrong. He couldn't shake the feeling that Russia didn't see him as his Dad anymore. He was determined to understand what their relationship meant. Russia paused for a moment, staring down at the ground as if he were focused on his shoes. "I just... need to get used to the fact that you don't remember me right now," he said, fidgeting with the sleeves of his hoodie, clearly uneasy. "It's just not the best time for this. It's a complicated story, but you'll find out eventually," he added, walking past Soviet without making eye contact.

Soviet felt a twinge of guilt, almost like he was to blame for everything happening. But what did he mean by not having a good time and that he would figure it out later? That thought made Soviet uneasy, like he was lugging around a heavy weight. He chose to push those feelings aside for the moment and continued to follow his son, who was still walking toward where Russia lived.

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"America was quietly trailing behind. When he figured out the plan to help Soviet regain his memories, he started to freak out a bit, and his hand even began to tremble, which was unusual for him. He realized he needed to act fast, so he hurried over to Russia's house before anyone else could get there. He definitely knew where it was since it was the same place Soviet called home. It hadn't been long since this area was developed into a place where they could live away from humans. While some still had homes in their original countries, most of them chose to stay here.

Since he ran he was able to get the Russians house faster and since it's not like he didn't know how to get in there.

Don't ask why he knows how to get into Russia's house without getting caught- he knew how to do it when Soviet also lived there and his security was even higher-

Getting in is pretty easy. America took a moment to clear his head and gather his thoughts. "Alright, I need to locate those records before they arrive... I just have to remember where they store them," he said, feeling a bit down about it. Sure, he knew where some things were, but records weren't really his thing. Actually, he should change that. He had been paying attention to records ever since the Soviet days. By now, he didn't even need records to figure out what Russia was up to; it was like reading an open book, which he found pretty funny considering how strict his father was.

America hurriedly searched the house, suddenly recalling that the basement was the place he needed to check. He dashed down the stairs to find the basement door locked with a code. America hoped that Russia had changed the lock since his dad had died, because if he had, there would be no way for him to enter. So, he entered the code.

"Звезда"

America didn't really grasp Russian all that well, but he made an effort at one point. It was tough, and eventually, he kind of lost interest. He understood the meaning; it was clear. Soviet had a deep affection for those things, so America wasn't shocked when he discovered that was his password. He figured no one would guess it was such a simple word, especially since not many knew how much the stars and planets beyond Earth meant to him.