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Chapter 2: It Wouldn't Make Sense

America's pov
Days continued as normal. Though the disturbing feeling of being watched followed me everywhere... I almost thought England was fucking with me, so I asked him about it.

"What? Why would I want to haunt you? And besides, you can't even see my friends!"

"No... You're the only person I know who uses magic. So I thought you were like, uh. Summoning something to scare me."

"Again. America. Why would I want to do that to YOU?" England dragged his hand down my arms, sending chills down my back. I was about to say something, but he cut me off.

"But I mean... You might have evil spirits. I could come to your house and get rid of them~" he seemed to show a lot of interest in coming home with me... A bit weird, but I simply explained that I think I'd be fine. He looked  upset, so I began to slowly but surly walk away. Maybe he's not feeling well and not thinking right?

"Wait. Before you go... I wanna ask you something."

"Uh... Sure, what is i-"

"What is your relationship with Russia?" he glared at me with a curious look, but was somehow malicious at the same time. Though his initial question surprised me. I didn't really wanna talk about my love for the country he mentioned, so I lied.

"That commie? He's nothing more than a bunch of snow and bad choices." my own words shocked me more than anything... They weren't true, but still... I was still afraid he caught me staring at him for unhealthy lengths of time, and thought that's why he asked.

"Oh. Okay." he paused, making me dart my eyes around to look at anything else.

"Good." he suddenly said before walking away, seemingly happy.

"The hell..?" I tried to brush it off, but I will probably keep that in the back of my head. It just seemed too out of character for him.

For several days, I felt like I was stuck in the middle of something very wrong. England would always insist we hang out more, and Russia seemed determined to make him mind his own business when he'd try too hard. I'm not sure if I'm missing something here, or if someone's planning an attack on me.

 Although other than that, it's been so boring at my place lately, nothing major has happened or changed. Ignoring continuous feeling of being stalked that is... Fluffy meowed at me, so I bent down to pet him. He rolled over on his back, making me smile at how precious he was. 

Seriously, he is the cutest thing I've ever found next to a trash can! It was getting dark, and I was tired. I didn't feel like eating, which was rare for me. I wasn't really that hungry, or maybe I thought it was too much work.

Even though I felt exhausted, I couldn't get to sleep. I rolled around in bed for a good half before I felt a little bit tired again. Although, to my disappointment, this wasn't happening either. 

There was a strange knock at the front door, which pissed me off more than anything. Normally, if it was literally any other time of day, I would have answered it. Though because of how tired and now annoyed I was, I left it. I couldn't be bothered. As I laid in bed, a felt weight be put on my legs as Fluffy jumped on the bed. In a matter of seconds his was on my chest, to which I petted him, as it seemed like he demanded it.

"Do you think he'd ever love me?" I asked, pretending he was going to answer me. He looked up and meowed, making me jump.

"Is that yes or no?" he rolled over in his stomach meowing again. I wasn't sure what to say... Half of me was convinced I could now talk with my cat, I pet him some more.

"Whatever you said, I still don't think he would." I sighed sadly, considering the possibility that Russia may love someone else anyway...

"Wait... Did you just call me a country?" America looked up at the taller man in front of him, resisting the urge to smile just yet.

"I did. Because you are. And you are very brave as a country and person." he patted America on the shoulder, making him let out a short laugh in response.

"I honestly think you'll do great things."

"Thank you... What was it, Russia?" the man nodded, smiling down at the young nation.

"Russia. Do you think we could be allies?"

I don't know how I even could remember something like that. It was so long ago... Although it was one of the first times someone noticed me as a country after the revolution.

"America..? Why are you crying?"

"What?! I'm not! Just... Just leave me alone! Damn communist..." America hid his head in arms and sighed deeply. Failing at hiding how upset he was, Russia simply sat next to him, waiting for a word to be spoken by either of them. America looked at him for a second before sliding away, only to have Russia put a hand on his back. He didn't say anything, mostly because he didn't have anything to say.

"I just want to make sure you're okay."

"Why do you care?" to that, Russia just smiled.

"I don't like seeing people upset. Even my...Rivals..." he seemed to hesitate on calling America a rival, but he didn't notice much. Another few minutes of silenced passed by.

"I think my brother hates me..."

"What? I'm sure he doesn't."

"Yes he does!" America involuntarily let more tears poured from his eyes as he sat up straight.

"He says I take all the attention away from him. It's true! But the thing is... I don't want to! I tell people all the time to pay some attention to Canada and not me. He tells me how depressed he is because of it..." as America explained, Russia was surprised he even wanted to talk. Although that was replaced with frustration and annoyance. Canada was a nice person, but Russia didn't fully understand why he picked on his younger sibling so much. It's pretty obvious that America loves him.

"He probably wishes I was dead..."

"Well... I don't."

God, I hated that he saw me like that. Although he's the only person who actually cared about me! But why though..?