A 9 Rose Case

32- Everything will be alright

     UK called in security to take care of all the members in Poland's weird yet violent society. Soon enough, all people involved with the society was taken into custody. America and his friends, other than Canada, were excused from punishment.

     Kazakhstan was outside the room, his hands trembling, as he was scared and nervous. He honestly thought that his friends wouldn't make it, and he believed he was a coward. Though he didn't find the courage to fight when it mattered, he still tried and helped everyone else get far.    

     After he got tired of staying in one spot for too long, Finland left to go home and relax. He was tired and didn't want to stick around for too long. When he got home, he just went to his room and went to bed.

     Russia was still with America, who was hugging him tightly. America didn't want to come to terms with the fact that Antarctica's gone. He knew that Antarctica was gone, he just... he didn't want to actually believe that. 

     The moment Russia had time to think, his thoughts immediately went to America. He wanted to make America feel better, especially after all of the shit that went down just minutes ago. It was unnerving to see America like that, similar to the night at Antarctica's house.

     Remembering that night only made Russia hug America closer. Russia looked down at America, trying to figure out what was going on in America's head. For once, Russia wished he could read minds. He wanted to help America, keep him safe and happy.

     Russia knew he liked America, but he didn't know if America knew. Even if America knew, what would he say? How would he react? It was all something Russia didn't like thinking about but knew he had too... especially if he was thinking about telling America.

     "Hey... hey Russia?" America asked quietly, looking up at Russia "Uhm... can... can we go see if M-Mex and Vietnam are still there?" Russia blinked, as he was focused on his own thoughts. But Russia nodded and smiled.

     "Yeah, we can," Russia answered, "Come on, let's go." America nodded and started walking towards the rooms exit, with Russia walking beside him.

     America looked up at Russia every now and then, giving a small smile, with Russia giving a smile back. Walking through the halls, walking side by side, no chaos happening, no stressful deadlines to stop an evil maniac... it felt almost like a dream.

      "A dream..." America mumbled to himself, looking at the floor as he walked.

     "What?" Russia asked, looking over at America, confused. America looked at Russia and smiled, laughing nervously.

     "Hahaha.... ahah... Nothing," America replied, walking a little faster. He could feel his face heating up, Russia hopefully didn't actually hear what America said. America didn't want Russia to take it the wrong way, if Russia even did hear it. Which he probably didn't, right?

     Russia smiled, looking at America, he was kind of... cute. No, cute wasn't the right word, not at all. Maybe adorable or something along those lines. It was hard to think that America's killed people. It's... weird and almost unbelievable, especially when you get to know him.

     After a few minutes, they finally saw Vietnam and Mexico. America's eyes lit up when he saw Mexico. He ran towards Mexico without a second thought. Russia looked at Vietnam and walked over to say hello.

     "Привет, Vietnam," Russia said calmly, and Vietnam nodded, looking in Russia's direction, still wearing the blindfold Mexico made them.

     "Xin chào, Russia" Vietnam replied, then they looked in the direction of the sounds of America suffocating Mexico, "What happened?". [Hello]

     Russia sighed, "A lot... a lot happened, I don't know if I could even describe half of what happened," Russia looked at America and Mexico. America was blushing and Mexico was laughing, Mexico must have said something to embarrass America.

     "Long story short, Poland died, Canada betrayed America, and everyone's either too tired or too alert," Russia summarized, looking back at Vietnam. Russia ran a hand through his hair, "I'm worried about America though,"

     Vietnam's lips curled into a frown as they heard Russia's summary. They turned their head back in Russia's direction, "Why are you worried about America? Is it just you're protective boyfriend instincts, America's mental state, or both?"

     Russia's eyes widened and his face turned red, "I- what? No, I'm not America's boyfriend-" He stammered, averting his gaze to the ground and folding his arms. He was trying to act calm and not like he wished he was America's lover.

     Vietnam chuckled, lifting their blindfold slightly to see Russia's blurry form, slowly smirking. "Don't deny it. Besides, I think you should ask him out," Vietnam teased with a hint of seriousness, "I'm sure America could use a distraction anyway,"

     America skipped over, dragging a Mexico behind him, "Hi Viet," he smiled. Vietnam smiled in America's direction and nodded, putting their blindfold back on. Mexico looked at Russia and looked back and forth between Russia and America, clearly telling Russia to ask America out.

     "Hey, Russia..." America looked at Russia, a nervous smile on his face, "Want to... uh... hang out?... alone?"

     It took Russia a moment to process what America asked. Then Russia's head nodded in a 'yes' almost on its own. America smiled and 13 translucent stars appeared and glowed around America.

     Mexico was shocked, "A-Ame... your stars... they're back," America paused and looked at the 13 white, glowing, and hand-sized stars float around him. America's smile got wider, and he squealed happily.

     "They're back! Yay!" America shouted happily, making Russia smile a little. America tapped a star, and it twinkled, doing a little spin in the air, and America jumped up and down in joy. He hadn't seen his stars in years, so it was a surprise to see them appear again.

     Russia cleared his throat to get America's attention, "So... Ame, where do you want to hang out?" he asked, an almost shy expression on his face as he put his hands in the pockets of his pants.

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Yaaaaay, another update!

Fun Fact:

     Russia likes poetry, but he doesn't admit it often... or at all. But whenever he reads, it's usually poetry of some kind.

This fun fact isn't just this AU, it's also in my main AU. Nikolai looooves poetry. (My Short Stories should explain within the next week or two when I finish the characters)