The meeting room was nearly empty. There was only one nation inside the huge room. The nation smirked as he heard more people come in. He took time to talk to everyone important and tell them why his brother, Canada, wasn't at the meeting. Canada had caught pneumonia. He didn't want to spread it around to the other nations. The other nations seemed to understand. They all told America to tell Canada to get better for them.
In this moment, America was talking to England apologizing for earlier in the week. He didn't mean it. He was just angry that England denied him for so long. America smiled and hugged England whispering sweet nothings in his ear. They made plans to get coffee, or tea rather, later on in the week, America's treat.
England was about to say something to America when the door burst open. Russia held his chest and he was breathing heavily. A little trail of blood followed him from outside the door.
America frowned and cocked his head. "Dude! Are you alright? You know, you're bleeding right?" He reached out to Russia. "We need to get you to a hosp-"
America was interrupted when Russia grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. America clawed at his hand and tried to force Russia to let go.
Russia growled. "Where is he, you bastard!? Where did you take him?!"
Other nations grabbed Russia and pulled him off. It took Germany, England, France, and Prussia to pull him off. Germany and Prussia pushed him back as he yelled at the America and tried to fight the others off of him. They slammed him into a wall.
"Russia, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Prussia yelled holding him back.
Russia punched him in the face but Prussia tightened his grip. "That bastard knows what he's done! I'll ask you again, where is he!?"
America fixed his glasses and smirked as he straightened out his glasses. He stood up and dusted himself off and straightened his tie.
"And I thought the Cold War was over. Russia please calm down. You are scaring people."
Russia growled and tries to lunge at the American. "Me scaring people? They should be scared of you! I don't know how I didn't see it before!"
The Russian broke free of the hold and tackled the American to the ground. He took a knife out of his coat with a hysterical laugh. "How about I kill you like you killed me?!"
The American's eyes widened. "Russia this is going too far! Stop before you hurt some one!" he looked around hysterically. "Someone please help me!" The Russian moved his hand down before a gun went off and he was shot with a shoulder. He fell to the ground with a groan and crawled his way to America. "I'm going to kill you!" There was another shot to the leg leaving Ivan immobile. He screamed out in pain as blood poured from his body. In the back of the room, England was holding a gun and shaking with tears in his eyes. He was scared. He didn't want to loose America when he had just gotten him back.
Germany ran to the Russians side and lugged him over his shoulder.
"He's delusional from the blood loss. We need to get him to a hospital quickly."
"Wait!" America yelled out. He took the broken body from Germany. "If I carry him it will be quicker."
The German nodded and the two quickly made their way to the parking garage. Germany stopped America.
"I'll go get the car. You wait here with Russia."
America smiled and nodded. "I'll be right here."
As soon as Germany was out of sight, America dropped Russia to the ground. Russia screeched in pain as his shattered shoulder hit the ground. America smirked and kicked him in the stomach a couple of times. He grabbed him by him hair and lifted half of his body off of the ground.
"You made quite a scene Russia." he scowled and punched his face. "You almost blew my cover."
Russia glared at him with ice tinted eyes. "Where is he? Where is my America? Canada, I swear if you hurt him-"
America chuckled and took out the blue contacts revealing bright vibrant violet eyes. "Was it that obvious? We are twins, you know, not even precious England noticed." He smirked and broke Russia's forearm eluding a yell before flinging Russia over his shoulder as Germany's car pulled up. Canada set Russia in the car and leaned over to whisper to him.
"America is fine. He is uninjured and will stay that way, as long as you don't intervene. He's not yours, he never was. America's my brother... He belongs to me." He slipped a flash drive into Russia's coat. "And if you do intervene, this time I'll make sure you stay dead." He ended shutting the door and watching the car drive away.
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Hey Broskis,
Sorry it took so long to update. College has definitely kept me on my toes So I haven't had much time.... Anyway, I hoped his update was worth it for you. Don't be afraid to comment and tell me what you think.
Later,
~ForeverPineapples
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Fanfiction"Those eyes were ravenous, hungry for power and would do anything to get it. And in Russia's eyes that is what was truly beautiful. He would do anything in his power to make those beautiful, powerful, icey blue eyes his and his alone."
