America was discharged from the hospital a few days later. Russia visited each day, he couldn't stop thinking of America.
Except, in that time, he kept visiting Germany and Poland. For.. reasons.
Two days before America was discharged.
"I.. he.." Russia stuttered, sitting on a sofa. He'd just come back from the hospital, events mentioned in the end of the previous chapter happened. ((I'm lazy, shut up.))
Poland sat beside Russia, anxious to see what he was going to say. He looked at her, frowning.
"I've just made it harder for myself to do this." He finally said. Poland understood what happened, Russia didn't even need to tell her.
"I saw a quote somewhere; How lucky I am to have something which makes saying goodbye so hard. Is.. is that what your situation status is?" Poland asked, seeing Russia nod from the corner of her eye.
A day before America was discharged.
Russia held it up in the air, sighing. He turned to Germany, who seemed pleased with himself.
"You can do some fancy shit, Germany." Russia stated, Germany laughed.
"Its the people I know who helped do this." He replied, pushing his glasses up, watching Poland walk in with some ju. She set the glasses on the coffee table, sitting beside Germany who immediately pulled her closer to him. Russia smiled, if only he could have a lasting relationship.
He thought about America again, his heart sinking. While Germany and Poland chatted to eachother, Russia muttered something to himself.
"I wish you could.."
The day America was discharged.
Russia and America walked out of the hospital, having a good ol' conversation. While America talked, Russia looked down to him. He was adorable the way he spoke, he just wanted to take him home and-
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Once they were walking past a bare neighborhood, where nobody was driving past, Russia looked down to America who was somewhat quiet. So what did he do? Russia scooped America up, carrying him home bridal style. America smiled, trying to get as close as possible to Russia.
Russia loved America so much, it was going to be too hard to do what he needed to. Russia's thoughts zoomed around his head, right up until they came to America's place.
"Ame-" Russia paused, looking down to him. America had fallen asleep, and he was so fucking cute-
Russia sighed, grinning. He walked to the front door, knocking. France opened it, she saw how tired America was. And Russia holding him.
"Aha, there you are - Aww, America fell asleep, did he?" France asked, Russia laughing a bit and nodding before looking down at Ame.
"Well, come on in, you can put him to bed if you want." France said, stepping aside. Russia walked past her, bringing America upstairs and walking to his room. He opened the door, laying America down and tucking him in his NASA duvet.
America rolled over, his back towards Russia, mumbling something. Russia couldn't make out what it was, instead, he kissed America on the forehead and walked downstairs. He was about to leave when..
"Russia, would you like to stay overnight? Its getting a bit late, don't you think?" UK asked. Russia was shocked, he wouldn't take UK as the one to ask that kind of thing. Russia hesitantly nodded, standing there and doing nothing.
"Would you like something to eat?" France asked from the kitchen.
"Uhm - No thanks, I'm not really hungry." Russia called out in response. UK came and stood beside Russia, Russia having to look down at him because he was so tall.
"We'll get you a mattress, alright?" UK said, Russia nodded. UK disappeared, Russia walked upstairs to America's room and closed his curtains. Soon, UK came in with a mattress, duvet and pillow, laying it all out on the floor and then leaving. He waved Russia goodnight, closing the door. Wow, Russia didn't take UK to be anything like this..
Russia took off his ushanka, sitting on the mattress UK got him. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was America, his eyes still closed.
"Yoouuu shoouulldddd sleeeppp innn mmyyyy beeeeddd..." He said like he was drunk somehow. Russia jumped a bit and blushed, this was unexpected.. ((or was it.. people? What do you think?))
Russia didn't respond, so America tried his hardest in pulling him into the bed. Russia sighed and laughed a bit, standing up and sitting at the corner of the bed. America immediately pushed him down, Russia now laid beside America. America nuzzled into Russia's chest, Russia smirked and moved his arms around America's waist after pulling the duvet cover over him.
America looked up at Russia, Russia looked down at America. America looked hella tired, Russia decided to leave him be. He kissed the American on the forehead, holding him close. He looked at the bandages covering America's arms, he felt bad for America. Russia closed his own eyes, sleep came easy that night, unlike any other. He wondered what was different?
"Night, Russ."
"Goodnight, Ame."
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The next morning, America's eyes slowly opened. He looked up at Russia, smiling a bit. Russia was still fast asleep, still holding America close to him.
America sighed, knowing Russia was up to something. Something he was keeping away from him. He needed to know what it was, one way or another.
Even if he needed to use force.
On the other hand, America didn't want that. He didn't to hurt Russia, or vice versa. He barely noticed Russia open his eyes, he was too lost in his thoughts.
"Good morning Ame." Russia muttered, America laughing a bit.
"Sooo.. what're you planning?" America singsonged. Russia suddenly got nervous, America found out way too soon. And.. because of that..
Russia pulled the best confused face he could, worry still infecting his mind.
"I'm planning to go to the park later." Russia lied, it looked like America took it. Russia felt relief, he didn't need America knowing about anything he was doing.
The two got up, silently walking down the stairs, Russia opened the door to leave.
America kissed Russia, Russia kissed back a bit. They pulled away, America grinned.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Russ." America whispered, Russia nodded. He waved America goodbye, walking off of the driveway.
Once the house was out of sight, Russia sighed.
"Why are you making it so hard for me.."
"To leave you here?"
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And anyone from England plz tell me what it's like over there ;v;
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