Two Can Keep A Secret

Chapter 3: The Interrogation

'Just what secret are you keeping, Amerika?'

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"THE HERO HAS ARRIVED!"

America shouts as he shoved the doors open, startling the countries inside. England even drops his tea, giving America a scathing glare. America sends an apologetic glance back.

As he strides to his chair, he briefly notices the fact Russia is missing. He shrugs it off, yet it lingers in his thoughts.

'Where's the commie?'

"You're late."

Germany states with an irritated twitch of his brow. North Italy pats his arm, calming him slightly. America sighs, strutting up to his chair and plopping down with a small thud.

"Hey, what're you getting all worked up at me for! Russia isn't even here either!"

America complains loudly, crossing his arms as he slumps in his seat. Germany sits up straighter and glances towards the russians chair. He, is indeed, not there.

China seems to be more at ease, playing with a panda plushie discreetly while Japan quietly converses with North Italy beside Germany, a small, content smile on his face.

France seems to be off annoying England again, although he seems to be a bit wary of his nose and does it from a safe few feet. If England wasn't busy cleaning up the tea Americas entrance made him spill, Americas sure he would've started strangling him long time ago.

"It seems we'll have to start without him."

Germany relents, already looking like he regrets his existence.

"No need."

He stiffens, and all those present swivel to the door. There, slightly out of breath, was Russia. He strides into the room like a man on a mission, and sits down with a closed mouth smile.

'Wonder where he's been?'

America ponders, staring absentmindedly at Russia. To his surprise, Russia stares right back at him, a bit too intently for America. He shifts in his seat, breaking eye contact and trying to avoid Russias stare.

Germany sighs, he feels like he does that a lot lately.

"Let's start this meeting, for the second time now."

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The meeting seemed to drag on forever, and Americas eyes were once again drooping by the end of it. To top it all off, Russia had not stopped staring at him. Not. Even. Once. He's pretty sure the guy is unable to blink or something.

As America began to exit the empty meeting room, he was suddenly ripped from the doorway and shoved against the wall. Strong, cold hands gripped his above his head and stormy violet eyes gazed deeply into his.

America breathes out in shock, the attack was so quick he hadn't had time to react. Quickly regaining his wits, he practically yells in Russia's face,

"What the hell, man? What's your problem?!"

The fact he's so agitated confused Russia, until he notices Americas furrowed brows and steadily growing blush. A pink tint appears on Russias face as he releases Americas hand, backing up a few steps.

America rubs his wrists, staring at Russia with a slight glare. Russia tugs the scarf up to his face, hiding his expression.

"There is something I need to talk to you about, Amerika."

America scoffs, putting his hands on his hips.

"What could possibly be so important that you need to drag me back into the meeting room without anyone in it? Is this why you were staring at me the whole time?"

Russia blanks at his rapid fire questions, but eventually his face takes on a slightly guilty, but unremorseful expression.

"Da."

America startles at the blunt response, but sighs. It's Russia, he should be used to that.

"Well what is it, Russia? I still have places to be, y'know? Burgers to eat, people to save-"

His sarcastic remark is cut off

"Who were those people in the meeting you visited during our break?"

Americas heart stops.

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Hey there! Author here, just wanted to let y'all know if you didn't read the description, this story is my very first and likely not the best compared to some out there. Its not beta'd either. Still, I'd like to thank those who took the time out of their days, wherever you may be in the world. Goeie môre, Goeie middag, Goeie aand of Goeie nag to all those out there!

-JackalsTrou