What Now?

Russia

A/N: Thank you all so much for over 300 reads already. I saw all the notifications and pretty much freaked out. Thank you so much for all your votes. Not to mention all of your comments, they made me smile all the way home: you guys are hilarious. Let me know if you have any suggestions on how you would like me to write and I'll take it into consideration also if you want me to reply to some of your comments feel free to let me know, for the most part I read them but don't reply because ew who would want to talk to me. For all you thirsty fangirls (myself included) don't you worry I will likely include some smutt in a later chapter (if it is wanted). Thank you all for reading and please keep leaving those hilarious comments, they make my day. Also quick note, most of Yuri's anxiety and all that is based off of mine so I am trying to keep it mildly realistic. Sorry for the long Author's Note but thank you everyone. Anyway let's get on with it!

A week had gone by, most of the days passing with ease. Victor rarely saw Yuri during the day, he was always in his room, at the rink or with his family. Victor respected his space, these were his last days in Hatsetsu and he was asking a lot from Yuri already. Time and time again Victor reassured Yuri that they would come back as often as he wanted, but Yuri still seemed troubled. When night fell it was a different matter completely, Yuri either sneaking into Victor's room or vice versa. Not a lot would happen (ya dirty minded children) other than Yuri clinging to Victor. Holding him close with every inch of his being, as soon as the sun rose he was always gone.

Today was their last day in Hatsetsu and Yuri had been spending time one on one with all the people that mattered most to him in Hatsetsu. Whist he did so, Victor sat around feeling close to useless. He absentmindedly wandered the halls and streets until he saw someone he knew and bid them farewell.

He'd said goodbye to everyone that he wanted to and was now sitting in his bare room. Furniture had been shipped back to Russia, artwork stripped from the walls. It was a sad sight really, all the wonderful memories that resided within the house made Victor rather attached. He barely wanted to leave and he could only imagine how it would feel for Yuri who had spent his whole life here. Victor did look forward to moving to Russia, where they would have their own space and no interruptions. More importantly they could both keep skating, together.

Even in saying that, where ever Yuri was, that was home. If Yuri flew halfway across the world Victor would run there just to see his face again. There was no force on Earth that would tear Victor away from Yuri. He was sure of that.

Seconds passed, anticipation and nervousness for the unknown ate away at the time and seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours and then all of a sudden it was dark again. Victor decided to spend his last night in Hatsetsu with the person that made it special. He walked down the hall to Yuri's open door.

He leaned on the doorframe looking in at Yuri. Watching quietly without interrupting similar to the way he usually watched Yuri's late night skating sessions. Yuri was just finishing packing the last of his belongings, his room felt so empty. Devoid of all the things that made Yuri's room memorable it felt... exposed.

Yuri zipped up his suitcase and placed it on the ground, he turned and opened his mouth and began to call out.

"Vic-" He stopped halfway and jumped as he realised that he was already there "You almost gave me a heart attack! How long have you been there?" Yuri was flustered, the insides of his mind were processing the situation at hand.

"Long enough. Only a couple of minutes at most." Victor smiled as he walked over to Yuri "What did you want me for?" Yuri looked away, an expression Victor couldn't read riddled his face. He was very guarded.