[Amnesia] (Countryhumans au, Sovame story)

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"What do you mean you lost the files!?" China yelled at a defeated Russia, who was sitting in his office. After Russia had wrecked his own house, he was left with nothing. Russia, with his head buried in his hands, let out a deep sigh of defeat. Meanwhile, Soviet was just lounging in a chair in front of the desk, idly playing with his fingers out of sheer boredom.

"I have no idea where it disappeared to! One day it's right there, and the next day, when I actually need it, it's just vanished!" Russia said, feeling so frustrated that he wanted to hit his hands on the dark wooden desk. China, looking down at him with a concerned expression, was trying to come up with a solution but couldn't think of anything.

."Honestly, the only explanation I can come up with is that someone took it," he said, raising his hand slightly in a gesture of defeat. Russia sighed heavily. "But who would even want to steal it and for what reason?" China shrugged nonchalantly. "I have no clue, maybe they just really dislike you and your dad and want to eliminate everything related to you." China blurted out, which sparked an idea in Russia's mind. "You don't think America could be behind this, do you?" Russia asked, pondering the possibility.

China stopped and took a moment to think. "I guess he could have, but... I really don't understand why he would do that," he said. He didn't think it was out of the question, but he couldn't figure out what his motive might be. "Even if he did, he wouldn't share it with us." Unfortunately, that was a fact, but for some reason, it lingered in his mind.

"That's true, but it's the only lead we've got. Someone must have taken them, and if anyone would do it, it would be America, likely for the reason you mentioned. I guess we just have to figure it out," Russia said, while China nodded in agreement. "So, what do you think we should do—Wait, where's your dad?" China interrupted himself, making Russia turn to see the empty chair where his father used to sit.

There was a moment a silence before the scream.

"Where the fuck did my father go!?"

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On the opposite side of the office building, Soviet was wandering around. He glanced at the walls adorned with various doors, some fancy and others not so much, at least in his opinion. To him, they weren't very attractive. As he strolled along, a hand suddenly yanked him into a corner, gripping his brown coat sleeve tightly. His eyes went wide, and he nearly screamed until he recognized the person from the person hiding in Russia house—America.

"Hey, it's y—" Soviet started, but America quickly put a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet since his voice was a little too loud for the situation. "Yeah, it's me, and I need to share two things with you," America whispered, causing Soviet to look confused and curious, which made America feel that familiar warmth he used to experience.

"To start off, I really appreciate you not exposing me earlier. And secondly." He took a brief pause before revealing what he had hidden behind her back, which turned out to be Soviet files. "You seem to have forgotten a lot, and I want to help jog your memory because, you know, we were really close friends before you... well, before you passed away." America said, even though they had been friends once. He left out some important.

"We... we were?" Soviet questioned, and it stung America a little, but he realized it wasn't meant to be hurtful, so he brushed it off. "Yeah... we were, and I really want to help. I get that your son does know you very well, but he doesn't know everything about you. We've been close friends since we were teenagers. Russia won't find out about that. So, can I help you?" Soviet took a brief pause before giving a nod.

America gripped the files nervously when Soviet spoke next. "So, what do we tell my son and his friends? Should we keep anything from them?" he asked, a hint of panic in his voice. "I think it's better if it's just the two of us dealing with this. You know, for the reasons I mentioned. Plus, Russia really isn't fond of me. If he had the chance, he might make you forget all about me," he said, putting on a sad tone to persuade Soviet, which just made Soviet even more anxious.

"Really? Why would he do that?"

"Could it be jealousy? I'm not entirely certain. He clearly doesn't like me, and I know he won't allow me to assist him. But if anyone knows you well, it's me. Soviet took a moment to think, staring off into space. When he looked back at America, he noticed the sympathetic look on his face, even though America had sunglasses on. Still, Soviet could see the tiredness and desperation in his eyes.

"I mean, I want to learn more about myself, and I'm ready to hear from anyone who can help me," he said, sheepishly rubbing his neck. America flashed a bright smile and took his hand. "Awesome! Now, follow me!"