Shine without me (CH - RUSAME)

4 ~ He Knows

"Hello, Russia," The UN says, smiling.

"Hello, sir," Russia replied in a nonchalant tone.

"Can I have a word with you?"

"Yes, sir,"

Russia and the UN walked into the nearby lounge while Russia closed the doors behind them.

"So, how was your sleep?" The UN asked in a dangerous tone.

"Uhm, how did you know I slept?" Russia asked, with a slight tone of concern laced between his tone.

"It doesn't matter, what did he tell you?" UN asked seriously.

What the heck?! How does UN even know what I dreamed about?! Is he being for real right now?

UN cleared his voice, "Russia, I'm talking to you right now, some form of respect."

"Uh- yes, sir," Russia snapped back into reality.

"I think I have something on right now; I need to get going. Me and America have some things planned. Sorry, UN." And with that, Russia stood up and headed out.

"Wait, Russia!"

Russia rushed out of the house, with all his siblings staring weirdly at him. He got into the car and drove off at full speed, even though he had no idea where he was going.

What in the world just happened? No one told me that UN could see other people's dreams. There has to be some form of misunderstanding. Wait. Did I just tell him I had plans with that capitalist pig? Ah, whatever, screw this, I'm going to America's house. Her dad is going to be ecstatic to see me.

...

Russia pulled up at America's luxurious mansion; it had a fountain, a huge garden and a huge entrance. This is the first time he felt small against something. Russia nervously walked towards the front door and rang the bell. Someone immediately answered. It was not who he was expecting, though.

"Hello, good sir, what brings you to Master United States of America's house?"

It was a freaking servant.

"Uhm, I'm looking for Mrs America. Is she here?" Russia tried his best to sound polite.

"Yes sir, I will call her now."

Soon enough, America was running down the stairs of her huge mansion.

"Sooo Russia, here to apologise?" She asked smoothly, trying to hide the surprise in her voice.

"None of that at all," Russia replied stone-faced.

What has he gotten himself into?

"Well then, why are you here?" America asked suspiciously.

"I need a private word with you," Russia said.

America raised an eyebrow, "Alright then, follow me!"

Russia took off his shoes and followed the American up the fancy stairs, through many corridors, and finally, her room. As they entered her room, she looked around and made sure no one was near and left the door opened.

"So... spit it out?" America asked, curious of what the Russian had to say.

"Die." Russia replied in a monotone voice.

"Woah, what's wrong?" That took the American by surprise.

Russia squinted a bit, not knowing what to say.

"Look, I just wanted to ask, has UN ever randomly came into your house right after you had a dream and asked, like what happened in your dream-?" Russia asked.

"What?" America was clearly confused.

"What." Russia asks back, annoyed. He did not want to say that nonsense crap again.

America stared down at her own fingers, comprehending what she just heard and figuring out what to say.

"Look, did something happen?" America began.

"No." Russia was quick to reply with a stone-cold face.

"Uh- well, why are you asking me this uhm.. very interesting question?" America was having a very hard time figuring out what in the world is going on.

"Answer it." There came another quick reply from the Russian.

"No?" America said slowly.

"Oh well. I'm leaving," Russia says before standing up.

"Wait!" America suddenly said.

"What." Russia said back.

"I need to ask you a question too," America answered.

"That is?"

"Why do you hate me?"

An awaited silence settled in.

Russia sighed and shook his head. He left the room and the poor American alone to figure out what the hell the sigh and shaking head was meant to mean.

Author's notes: whoa another chapter done! I'm speeding through this - FOUR in a day, I'm not sleeping tonight HAHA