Too Cold To Be With You // Countryhumans RusAme

Chapter 4 - Confession

A/N: Hey guys thanks sm for reading this. It's my second fanfiction I've ever written and I'm really happy that I'm getting so much support on it lol.

×suicide trigger warning×

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Midwinter was pretty brutal in Oldenburg, Germany, as the quiet town was freezing in cold weather. Despite that, this was the German country's getaway spot for the weekend, since it was pretty calm most of the time and far away from politic nonsense.

Shutting the window blinds, Germany swept around the place, making sure that not a spec of dirt was in sight. It was a usual activity for him, although his neighboring countries claim it was just his OCD or something.

A sudden knock at the door broke Germany out of his cleaning trance, as he stopped what he was doing to open the door.

He gaped when he saw Russia barely holding himself up against the doorframe. The unexpectance of it contributed to his shock.

"H-Hey, Ger—" Russia collapsed on the ground before being able to say anything else.

Germany looked at his friend's condition and his expression paled. Judging by the dark circles under his eyes, he assumed the Russian was either sleep deprived and/or on some kind of drug—maybe even both. Panicked, he hauled the larger country inside.

Oddly enough, the German country had a hunch of what happened to his Russian friend. He hated the thought of it and despised the possibility of it happening, but somehow, he knew...

He looked down at Russia, his body laying still and unconscious, and sighed.

"You tried killing yourself, didn't you, idiot?"

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With no leads to where Russia might be, America turned to the only place he could think of that was left—Russia's home. It's not like he hasn't thought of checking the place beforehand, it's just that he really didn't want to accidentally stumble upon USSR. However, there was no other choice now. He's checked everywhere else he could be.

The American country examined the odd, leather bound door, which was very different from his own culture, and began to question if he should ring the door bell or not. Something told him that he shouldn't.

"This is probably a bad idea." America said, tightening his grip on his research books.

"You're right. It probably is."

The American country slowly turned around, and of course, the one person he didn't want to see, was standing right behind him.

America sheepishly laughed as an excuse to leave, "Oh, this must be the wrong address... Oops. Well, I'll just be going now," America said taking a step to his right, initiating his leave.

Grabbing the back collar of his shirt, Soviet easily pulled the American back. "Куда ты спешишь? (Not so fast)." Cursing under his breath, America faced his former enemy.

"Do you know where Russia is?" Soviet asked, with a little more concern in his tone than America was expecting.

He tilted his head in reply, confused. "No. Why? Is he not here?"

The red country sighed, leaning against the concrete wall. He shook his head no. "I don't understand what that kid sees in you, American."

America kept quiet. What did he mean by that? Did Russia actually have feelings for him—no, that'd be ridiculous...