Gloved Hands ›Countryhumans Sanctuary AU‹

22. Seperate

Russia looked to the ceiling, hey lay down on the sofa at Germany and Poland's place. He was waiting for them to come on with the news. Suddenly, he heard a phone ring from the other room.

"..hello?" Germany picked it up, Russia observed. "Yeah, alright, what would you like me to say?" Russia listened in, until Germany put the phone down.

"Who was that?" Russia asked, Germany was walking around and opening windows. Germany then turned to Russia and sighed, waving his hand around.

"America wants to meet you at the park in a few minutes." Germany said, poking his head out the windows as if he was looking for something. (Read Torn Cloaks and you might know what it is..)

"I should probably go now then." Russia said, lazily getting off of the sofa. Germany nodded, lost in his thoughts. Russia wondered what he was doing for a minute, before leaving the house. He strolled down the street, he tried to think about what America would want from him.

If America bought Syria and his mates along.. then.. Russia couldn't talk to him about something more private. Ignoring the fact that he knew he'd get beaten up by Syria, Russia kept walking until he got to a square with a path and trees scattered around. He heard laughter in the distance, before realising it was America's. Shit, he brought his friends, didn't he?

Russia poked his head around a corner, seeing America sitting on a bench by himself. He had his phone out, grinning. Russia felt relief, right up until America looked the opposite direction to someone. He was near America's age, maybe a bit younger. Russia didn't identify him as someone he'd ever seen before, but he knew it wasn't.. them.

The kid sat beside America, looking at his phone with interest.

"Dude, look at this meme!" America snickered, the kid laughed a bit too. Russia decided now was the time to make his appearance, he stepped out of the bushes.

"Hey Ame. How are you?" Russia waved, America lifted his head and smiled. America shrugged, Russia came a bit closer.

"Russ, this is England. Say hi, England. This is Russia, my boyfriend." America introduced them to each other, they shook hands and Russia sat beside America.

"I didn't know you were gay?" England stated, nudging America with a grin. America shrugged it off, Russia was skeptical of who England was. He hadn't had some kind of introduction on who he was, for all he knew, he was there to take America away from him.

"Hang on, who's England again?" Russia asked, America turned to him with a 'oh fuck you don't know yet' kind of face.

"He's my adopted brother. We picked him up yesterday!" America beamed, Russia was surprised. America never told him about this..

"Ame, I need to talk to you in private.." Russia whispered to America. America nodded, handing the phone to England.

"I'll be back, alright?" America said, standing up. England nodded, going back to looking at the phone. Russia and America walked around the corner, they were silent for a second before Russia swivelled around and kissed America. America kissed back for a second, before they pulled apart.

"Yeah?" America asked, his arms resting on Russia's shoulders. Russia sighed, he almost didn't want to say it.

"Come with me. I'm.. I'm moving out of town and I can't live without you. Please." Russia whispered to America. America's expression dropped, his heart sunk. He was taken aback a bit, Russia knew this wouldn't end well.

"F-forever?" America shook, Russia hesitantly nodded. America shook his head, tears stung his eyes. "N-no, you're not going! I.. I refuse that you leave!"

"America-"

"Russia, no! I won't let you!" Russia shook his head.

"I have to-"

"Then we're through!" America ran off, Russia trying to keep up. He looked around the corner, America and England already gone. Russia's heart fell, tears falling down his face. He shook his head and walked away the opposite direction, wiping tears away. He couldn't believe that just happened.

Russia shuffled back to Germany and Poland's place, his head directed to the concrete. Before he knew it, he was in the yard. He opened the door and let himself in the house, slamming it behind him and slumped onto the sofa. He curled up into a ball,  crying into his knees.

Poland walked in and gasped ((it's been awhile)), immediately running over to Russia and comforting him.

"What happened over there?" She asked desperately, Russia picked himself up a bit.

"S-six years I've l-liked him.. a-and barely t-two weeks we've been together.." Russia trailed off, continuing to sob. Poland rubbed his back, calling for Germany. Germany soon came into the room, he paused for a second after seeing Russia and soon ran to his side.

They asked what happened, Russia never answered. He looked up a bit, seeing it on the table.

The plane ticket.

He scowled, straightening up.

"By any chance, can you change the flight to tonight?" Russia asked, snapping out of his mood. Germany jumped a bit, he turned his head to the table slowly.

"I.. the flights are tomorrow, anyway, Russia.. I can only make them earlier in the morning-"

"Do it." Russia interrupted, his voice quivered. Poland looked upset, Germany's eyes widened.

"Oh.. ok.." Germany whispered, taking the tickets with him into his room. He disappeared from sight, Russia stayed there staring at the ground.

"Are you ok?" Poland asked, leaning down to see Russia's expression. Tears still fell down his face, otherwise it was mostly expressionless.

"I'm fine." Russia growled, standing up. Poland sunk down into her seat, Russia was more intimidating than when he was alone at school. He was upset.. angry. "I just want to leave. Ukraine won't. Nor will Kazakhstan. I'm taking Bel." Russia mumbled, walking to the window and looking outside. It was sunny, a small breeze blowing over the plants outside.

"Why do you want to leave?" Poland asked, she'd obviously not been listening to what Russia said previously.

"If I don't, I'm in danger. Same with Ukraine. But she wants to stay with her boyfriend.. so be it. She won't be safe. Oh, and America broke up with me... So I'm asking you this...

"Why do I even try anymore?"