Too Cold To Be With You // Countryhumans RusAme

Chapter 5 - You're My Poison

The silence in the room almost felt erie. It took the German country a solid minute to actually process Russia's reply. He hadn't even considered the possibility of neurological damage, far less something as severe as memory loss. He looked down to see that his hands were shaking and clenched them out of worry. "Please tell me that you're joking."

As much as Germany wanted this to all be some kind of prank, he somehow knew, deep down, that it wasn't. From the looks of it, Russia seemed sincere. His eyes said everything.

"I'm sorry," Russia apologized and shook his head, no. His expression saddened. He couldn't remember what it was, but he forgot something important to him-so many people who were important to him that he now couldn't remember.

Germany cursed and heard sudden, loud, persisting, knockings on the door. "That must be her," he said, face palming himself.

"Who?" Russia blinked.

"Stay here." He gestured with his hand. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out."

Russia exhaled a long sigh while a loud conversation erupted in the room next to his. He leaned against the wall, wondering what was going on. For some reason, he trusted this fellow. He felt calm talking to him, even if he didn't know who he was.

Meanwhile, Germany gulped and opened the door, revealing Belarus and Ukraine standing at the entrance. Somehow, Belarus managed to get Germany to tell her that Russia was with him. He assumed Ukraine just tagged along with her.

"You know, this is a really bad time, you should come back a bit later-" Germany was about to close the door when Belarus stuck her foot out before he could.

"Open the fucking door." Her brow twitched and her patience was running short.

"Belarus, please be a little nicer," Ukraine pleaded.

"We don't have time for that shit, where is he?" She portrayed her impatience well, and glared at Germany with her cold, emerald eyes.

Germany coughed and looked the other direction. "Russia's not really feeling well right now."

"I don't care." This time, she shoved her way through. She was the smallest one of the three, and with the shortest temper as well. Ukraine couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed for her sister.

The door to the room Russia was in suddenly burst open. Belarus was the first to walk and stomped towards her older brother in anger.

"Belarus, wait..." Germany paused, not knowing how to explain the situation.

Placing her hand on her hips, she turned around impatiently. "What is it? Can't you tell this is family business?"

With no other choice left, Germany hesitated for moment, but came out and said it anyway. "Russia... lost his memory," Germany explained in a serious tone, "I thought you should know."

Ukraine stumbled back in disbelief. "T-That cant be..." she stuttered, covering her mouth in shock. Even Belarus looked baffled, turning her attention back to her brother. Russia looked at her for only a second. The pity look he gave her is what ticked her off to do what she was about to do next.

In a swift movement, Belarus slapped him across the face. Ukraine and Germany both stood, speechless, not saying a word. Russia didn't respond either and brought up his hand to his, now, reddening cheek. It felt deserving for some reason.