Our love will last forever- Rusame

2 Meeting the hypocrites

"Sir?" A guard shouted out to him from the rooms double doors.
"What!? Can't you see I'm busy?-" He had to interrupt his leture.
"NO, the flowers aren't supposed to be there, their meant for the left side of the room, you fucking idiots!" Russia was stressed, rightfully so. He never planned to arrange a funeral, especially not for the love of his life, in the home of his childhood.
The though alone made his heart sting. Images of the little needle leaving his neck, and his lifeless body in his arms flashing in his mind, almost made him clutch his heart and break down in tears.
"The first 'guests' just arrived, however they don't have an invitation." The guard continued, not minding Russias rough tone.
"They claim to be your fiancé's parents. Do you want us to turn them away or let them in?" He finished.
"They what?! He never had any contact with his parents!" Now Russia stood there, in the middle of the old ballroom, his upper body and head turned towards the doors, while he was originally managing the decorations in the front of the hall. He turned back to the front and quickly called out.
"Can you manage this for a while or are you gonna fuck it up completely?"
"What does it look like I'm doing on this ladder right now, dog? Sleeping? Fixing my make-up?" West Germany, his oldest brother, snapped back at him. His fast turn on the high ladder making it sway dangerously.
"We'll manage, Russ, go ahead and talk to them!" East Germany, the oldest sibling out of all of them, reassured him. She was very considerate of his situation and cared for him during this time.
"West! Stop moving so much, you're gonna fall, dumbass!"
"Well mabye you should do a better job at holding the ladder, so I won't fall!"
"You can hold it yourself if you don't loose that big mout of yours in an instant young man!"
"I'm only half an hour younger than you!"
"Yes the best half hour of my life!"
There they went again, bickering like only siblings could. Their shenanigans never failed to make Russia chuckle and lift his mood. He smiled and turned away to follow the guard, at least a little optimistic about meeting his fiancé's parents for the first time now. Yeah, mabye this wouldn't be so bad and Ame just never found the right time to introduce them.
"Let's go. They surely want to get some closure about their son's death. Where are they?"
"In the entrance area, sir." He stepped to the side, letting Russia take the lead.
"After you, sir."

The hallways were quite lively today, his parents and a few siblings are in Moscow at the moment. The big funeral came as quite the suprise. No one, not even Russia himself had expected his mother to allow America to be buried in her castles gardens. Right underneath the old willow, her great gradfather had planted there. Right underneath the tree that had witnessed the confession of his love for the American and was meant to witness his proposal, right on the very day his lively eyes closed for the last time.
A weird feeling settled in Russias chest, it got heavier and heavier, the further they walked away from the ballroom. He blamed it on the fear if something going wrong in there. The further they got, the worse it affected him. Each step slower was slower than the last, each breath harder, the weight heavier.
"Sir, are you alright? You look like your about to faint." The man, Arthur, grabbed his arm, to steady him. Russias head shot around to look down at the man holding him. He was confused and reached up to grab and loosen his tie, as well as open the highest button on his shirt.
"You're not okay, sir. Come here sit down." He pushed Russia backwards, his knees hitting the broad windowsill and making his legs give out immediately. As soon as he sat down the weight lifted, he could properly breathe again and his mind cleared of that weird daze.
"What's wrong sir? Are you hurt somewhere?" Arthur spoke slow and clear, perfect for his clouded head.
Russia tried to speak up, but had to wait a moment longer to get his breathing back under control.
"N-nothing, I, it's the stress. Nothing serious. This is all just very much at the moment."
"I understand, we'll wait a few more minutes for you to feel better, alright. Your in laws can wait." He stroked Russias shoulder to reassure him, while he sat there, elbows on his knees and panting to catch his breath.
It took longer than usual, as Russia was a pretty fit guy, but he regained his composure and could breathe normally again. Arthur quickly fixed up his shirt and tie, before he stood up and they continued walking to the castles entrance area in comfortable silence.
Right in front of the doors it started again, this gnawing feeling. As if something was grabbing his shoulder and wrist, pulling him away. His hesitance to open the doors did not go unnoticed.
"Is it starting again? Do you want to sit down for a moment before going in there? I can get you a glass of water-" Arthur started again, being the ever so caring guy he was since his first day in the castle. Although Russia cut him off at the end, just speaking what had been on his mind for a while now.
"Do you think they'll like me, Arthur? They never met me before..."
"You have made their son very happy, why would they not like you?" The answer came immediately witout doubt to be found in his voice.
"Any good parent sould be happy to meet the person, that makes their child happy." While his reassurance was greatly appreciated, it didn't scatter the doubts Russia had.
"But he died in my care, what good am I to them then?" He did his best to put his thoughts into words, but it was hard.
"Why did he never introduce us, or even talk about them, tell me something about his childhood, just..." He became quiet now.
"Just trust me with that?"
"Russia..." Arthur sighted, the other avoided his gaze.
"Sometimes, people keep secrets, dark secrets. They keep them away from the ones they love... in fear of- of hurting those dearest to them, or driving them away..."
"You know what your takling about, don't you?" Their eyes met, both filled with sadness.
"Sadly... mabye he just didn't think the time was right yet. He could have had a million reasons, good and bad. But he shared everything else with you, didn't he? You can't doubt him and his love for you now, because he might have kept a few secrets." Relisation hit him like a brick to the face in that moment. Their love was strong and nothing, whatever it might be that awaits him behind those door now could change that. He straightened his posture, grabbed the doors handle tight and proudly announced.
"I would never, in a million years, doubt his love for me!" The weight lifted off him in that very second and he swiftly pushed the doors open.