Too Cold To Be With You // Countryhumans RusAme

Chapter 3 - Two Sides of The Same Coin

The American country passed through the desolate hallway, deep in thought over what happened with him and Russia. He looked outside to see it was already getting dark, and clouds mustered over each other in an orderly fashion, signaling that it was going to rain soon. America placed a hand on the cool glass of the window and looked up the sky.

"Maybe I'm being too harsh on him," he said, muttering to himself.

He recalled the Russian's viscous reaction to him almost touching his bandaged arm, and pondered over it. To be honest, America didn't have the slightest clue why those so-called "chills" were happening in the first place, and absolutely despised the idea that he hurt Russia every time he was near him.

"Nah, he must just be overreacting" America tried to convince himself. There was no way Russia would let himself seem so weak in front of him. It wasn't like him to do that.

He searched in his mind for a reasonable answer. Maybe the library has some credible information that can explain this weird phenomenon.

America groaned, "Man, this sucks. I had other plans to do..." He promised Canada to be back home by midnight, and although his advisors weren't as friendly with Mexico as he was, he promised to watch the NFL with him as well.

"I can't believe I don't know anything about Russia. If I did, maybe he wouldn't try to push me away so much." He got a bit sad thinking about it.

Light taps on the window brought America's attention to the sky again. It began raining and was only steadily increasing with each minute. He needed to go now if he didn't want to get soaking wet.

Thankfully, this meeting took place in New York, so it wouldn't be so much of a hassle to find works written in English.

The bus took forever to come, as always, and since it was already pretty late, odd-looking people crowded the bus stations, selling drugs and whatnot.

As soon as he got to the library, he went over to the history section to scan for books. He didn't exactly know where to start, since the Russian country was much older than him. He took the oldest looking ones first and began to read them.

About two hours passed with no leads. "I'm so boreed. I don't get it. None of this explains his condition." His hopelessness led to a thought to rise in question. Maybe it only happened when he was around? That would change everything.

A sudden noise interrupted the American's internal thoughts. "Who's there?" he called out.

No answer.

A shiver crawled up his spine. His dark surroundings only made things worse, as only a small lit candle at his desk illuminated any light in this huge library. The thought of someone or maybe even something being in the library with him at this hour was a terrifying thought.

"It's just your imagination America, no need to be scared, there's no such thing as ghosts, right?" he caressed himself in calming thoughts.

After a few minutes with no other sound coming from the library, America relaxed and continued his research. Then, literally like a second later, he screamed like a little girl when he felt someone touch his shoulder from behind. He turned around to see that it was an older woman, probably in her late sixties.

"The library's closed after six, you know? What are you doing here so late young man?"

His face flushed red out of embarrassment. "Sorry! I didn't know. I had to look into Russia's history... for a research project?" He sheepishly smiled, hoping the lady would bye into his BS lie.

"I see," she said, nodding. Something about her seemed as if she knew the real reason he was there. "Come with me, I think I can help." America followed her. He was a little confused why she was helping him out, but brushed it off quite quickly when she stopped in front of a random bookshelf.