~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:64◀

Btw, there is a warning in the middle.

The chapter:

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3rd person pov:

Russia woke up early the next morning, the faint light of dawn filtering through the curtains. He felt the warmth of America’s arm draped over him and gently eased out of bed, careful not to wake him. The events of last night still weighed heavily on his mind. After quietly slipping out of the room, he headed outside to get some fresh air, hoping to clear his thoughts.

As he stepped into the cool morning air, he took a deep breath and stretched his wings under his shirt. The fresh air felt refreshing after the stuffiness of the room. He walked a little further and spotted China, who was outside in his dragon form, enjoying the serenity of the early morning.

When China noticed Russia yawning, he gracefully transformed back into his human form. “Good morning, Russia,” he greeted warmly.

“Good morning, China,” Russia replied, offering a small smile.

China observed Russia closely, noting the weariness in his eyes. “How are you feeling after last night? Did America… did he do anything to you?”

Russia's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself. “It was nothing important. Just a bit of teasing. You know how America is,” he said, trying to brush off the concern in China's eyes.

China frowned, sensing that Russia wasn’t telling the whole truth. “If you say so. But if anything happens, you can always tell me.”

“Thank you, China,” Russia said, genuinely appreciative of his friend’s concern.

As they were about to head back inside, China’s sharp eyes caught something on Russia’s neck. His breath hitched as he noticed a red mark, unmistakably a love bite. Fury boiled within him as he realized what America had done.

China remained still, his mind racing. He didn’t want to upset Russia further, but the anger was hard to contain. How could America have been so careless, so disrespectful?

Russia noticed China's sudden change in demeanor. “Is something wrong?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

China took a deep breath, forcing a smile. “No, nothing. Just thinking.”

Russia nodded, though he sensed something was off. “Alright, let's go back inside. The others should be waking up soon.”

As they walked back, China’s thoughts were in turmoil. He had to keep a close eye on America, ensuring that Russia wasn’t subjected to any more of his reckless behavior.

Inside the cabin, the others were starting to stir. The smell of breakfast cooking wafted through the air, signaling the beginning of a new day. But for China, the morning had already been tainted by the mark on Russia’s neck.

After their brief conversation, Russia and China joined the others who were slowly gathering outside to enjoy the morning sun. The air was crisp, and the scent of pine trees and fresh earth filled the atmosphere, creating a serene setting for their early morning.

Russia sat on a bench, his wings carefully hidden under his shirt. He watched as Canada and France set up a small area for breakfast outdoors, chatting amiably. Japan and Germany were discussing something in low tones, their faces serious yet calm. Belarus and Ukraine were playing a game, their laughter ringing through the air.

China, however, couldn’t shake off his anger. He watched America as he stumbled out of the cabin, still looking a bit groggy from last night. Determined to address the issue, China walked over to America and tapped him on the shoulder.