RUSSIA
It took a minute or two of sitting in fluorescent blue light before reality hit like a bucket of cold water. The letter fell from his rasp and drifted to the floor, a rather calm juxtaposition to the winds roaring through his mind. But he didn't make a move for it — only sat in blank daydream. Sat and thought, trying to soothe the storm.
It must've been a misunderstanding, Russia insisted with himself. Yes, America was arrogant (with valid reason, because anyone would think they were all that with half the Representative body fawning over your looks), but not too much that he would put himself at odds with his own friends. And, if he were to be honest, it would make much more sense for it to be him that refused to hear America out for his explanation. He was apathetic, impassive for the most part, and it was only because of this 'trip' that he genuinely allowed himself to enjoy a little bit more of the life given to him. And America was, well, overemotional and said what was on his mind if the situation called for it, especially if it made things awkward.
Yet, it was endearing. Definitely not the friendship treason type. He couldn't imagine that the same boy who had drunkenly apologized to him and requested to be 'normal', clung onto his arm in fear of an escape room NPC, and really tried to make up for before — would do all that the letters said he did. Russia never would admit it, but he was more grateful for his roommate than he let on.
There were two consecutive, loud bangs from outside the door.
Russia jumped. The pieces of paper, along with the lockbox and the key, were still scrawled out in front of him. There was a window at the top of the shower. Maybe—
No. In his haste, he made a ruckus, but it was alright because the box and all its contents were safely buried away into the drawers below the sink. Who could possibly be at the door at this time?
He creaked the door open by an inch, considering the possibility of a murderer or a burglar, but then again, this was an Airbnb in the midst of many others—
"Are you okay?"
His eyes widened as his gaze landed on America, looking visibly concerned for his midnight escapade to the bathroom — but it didn't last long, for the expression morphed into one of irritation not so long after.
"Okay, you're obviously okay. Why the hell were you in there?"
"Nothing." Wrong response.
America dragged him by his collar back to the room.
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"So first you ask me if I remember anything about before and then you suspiciously leave the room for a solid thirty minutes at midnight? You aren't a very good liar, Russia."
"I just needed to go to the bathroom!"
"For thirty minutes? We have a bathroom in here, you know?"
"I... didn't want to wake you up," Russia replied, trying to sound as genuine as possible.
America paused for a moment and it was almost as if he believed it.
"No. Yeah no, I don't trust you," he shook his head suddenly, and Russia laughed. "Come on. Don't take my display of kindness for granted."
"Tell me," America frowned, walking closer. "Are you keeping secrets from the rest of us? There's no way for us to advance forward in any way unless we're completely transparent with each other."
"Nooo," Russia reiterated, drawing out the word to prove a point.
"Something sexual?"
"I— what?"
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Fanfiction𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 (n): The love that remains ❛ Stitches undone / Two graves, one gun. ❜ In a world where relations are fickle and trust is tentative, America's world is flipped on its edge when one of his friends build a flourishing friendship with so...
