Shine without me (CH - RUSAME)

7 ~ Mission II

"Son... do you see?"

"See what father?"

"Do you see his intentions?"

"Whose?"

"Think..."

... "I don't get it."

"Why are you doing this?"

"This mission?"

"Yes..."

"Because UN asked me to?"

"..."

"Rossiya... his intentions' aren't pure... I hope you can see that. I want you to know that he cannot get his hands on those documents... no. matter. what."

"Why? What are those documents anyways?"

"You will understand eventually..."

"Dad.."

"Do you trust me?"

"No..."

"..."

"Trust your gut. I cannot speak for you, but I can tell you that he has the world in his hands, and you are just part of the plan."

"What? Dad?"

The world spirals around Russia. In front of him was a clear picture of a hidden facility with the words, 'RUS Tech. Insitituation' is engraved on a little Russian sign.

"Trust your gut... If he gets the documents.. This world will-"

"RUSSIA! RUSSIA!" He immediately woke up, this time, his dream was clearer than ever. His gut? Russia went silent for a while, and deep in thought, he came up with a conclusion that he was going to follow his gut: I am going to burn those documents the minute I get my hands on them, I've made up my mind, no one should have them.

"What." He grumbled.

"I just had the urge to wake you up," America says weirdly, "I found a cockroach, can you kill it?"

—

"He knows too much."

"What should we do, sir?"

"Make sure she gets the documents instead."

"How?"

"I have a plan"

—

After Russia and America had finished their breakfast, they packed up and headed out to find the hidden facility according to the map the UN had given them. Russia still couldn't shrug off the unease of his dream; something was definitely wrong.

"Hey, America." Russia suddenly spoke.

"Yes?" America raised an eyebrow.

"Do you have any forms of connection with UN right now at all?" Russia asked in a monotone voice, trying not to raise any suspicion.

"Uh.. no? Why?" America answered carefully.

"Nothing, just wondering."

An unsettling silence followed suit as they trudged across the forest in the deep snow. With every footstep, it made Russia think more and more about this mission, could his father possibly be correct? Or was his father the liar?

After quite a long time of traversing the forest, Russia had made up so many different explanations that he even confused himself.

"Hey Russia, I think we should stop for some time and get some rest, I am really tired," America said, exhausted from all the walking.