"Before he knew it, they were both gone. The people he cared for the most."
America; short-tempered, the centre of the universe, and last but not least, hella gay. After he falls out with his parents he retreats to a forest...
...and he meets Anon...
Russia hit the alarm clock off of the desk, he didn't want to get up right now. It was three in the morning, on a Sunday, and he needed to get there at six. Three hours would be enough, they said. You won't feel tired after a few minutes of being awake, they said.
Russia groaned and rolled out of bed, putting on his travel clothes he picked out the day before. He looked to his bedside table, seeing his old tickets.. one was meant to be for America. For his birthday. But America didn't want to come. And look at where that got Russia now. Leaving four days too early. Well, originally it was four days, it was shortened to two, and then a few hours.. and then.. now.
Russia opened the door, his suitcase was outside his bedroom door. Oh right, he was at Germany and Poland's place, wasn't he? Russia walked back into the spare room they let him use and went to a tiny bed at the other wall.
He crouched down, picking up the tiny Belarus. She was so young. Only a year and a half old. Russia nodded, he was happy she didn't wake up in the middle of the night. She was a very quiet baby.
He walked back into the hallway, seeing Germany already there.
"Are you ready?" He asked, Russia hesitantly nodded. He needed to go, yet he didn't want to leave America.
"Can you do me a solid and make sure America doesn't hurt himself too much?" Russia asked, turning away from Germany. Germany's head tilted a bit..
"..Too much? Are you saying he will?" He asked. Russia confirmed so, Germany felt worried.
"He cut himself the other day, and I'm leaving, so he'll surely do it again." Russia croaked, he didn't trust his voice any longer. Germany shuffled back into his room, Russia assumed it was to tell Poland about America's current situation.
Russia cradled the child in his arms while walking down the hallway with his suitcase, dragging himself to the front door. Germany and Poland ran down the hallway behind him, Russia turned around.
"We'll see you again. I know it." Germany said, Poland looked to the ground. She seemed upset for some reason.
Russia pulled off a weak smile, hugging both of them and thanking them for what they did. He then turned around and opened the front door, leaving the house. The suitcase trundling behind him, Belarus in his arms, he waited beside the road for what it seemed two minutes.
A van with the words 'Super Shuttle' painted on the side of it pulled up beside the driveway, a man stepped out of it and helped Russia into the van. Before he knew it, they were leaving.
He passed illuminated buildings, and silent streets. Bel was still fast asleep, Russia thought she'd be one of those people who slept through everything when she was older. He laughed a bit to himself, he'd miss this place.
Once the van stopped and Russia was at the airport, Russia almost didn't want to do this. He wanted America more than his own safety.
He walked inside, barely anyone was seen walking around. He tiredly walked to his gate, checking in and sat down, waiting for his flight. He hung his head back, staring at the ceiling. He sighed, remembering what his father told him many years ago.
Always look forward, never look back.
*
America's alarm on his phone went off. Monday. Fuck. He hated Monday. He'd prefer to go to hell and back instead of going to school on a Monday.
He stretched, doing his normal chores before school. (Not bothered to write here what I've written, like, 3 times already..)
Before America knew it, it was time to leave already. He looked over to England, nudging him a bit, and gesturing to the door. England nodded, they quietly made their way to school.
America didn't feel the same; something wasn't right. He knew he was meeting up with Syria and everyone today, he really wasn't looking forwards to it. The only thing that was on his mind was apologizing to Russ. (You know how this is gonna go down folks, prepare for the heartbroken America ;))
They arrived at school, Germany and Poland were standing by themselves today. Clueless as to where Russia was, America approached them slowly.
"Hey.." America waved a bit, England behind him. Germany and Poland smiled sadly, waving back.
"America.. before we say anything stupid.. we want you to know that you.. you might not see Russia ever again.." Germany said quieter and quieter.
America was dumbfounded; he was purely shocked. This was a prank. It had to be..
" W-what do you mean?" He stuttered, his eyes wide. Germany shook his head and looked to the ground, a sigh escaped his lips.
"It's exactly what I mean, America." Germany mumbled, pushing his glasses up nervously.
England came up to them, he instantly noticed how upset America was, he looked to Germany and Poland and questioned what they had said to him. America shook his head and nudged England slightly, walking away. Why did he have to feel this way? A voice inside his head told him that it was all a prank, but he knew it wasn't that way.
England comforted America as well as he could, America shook it off and kept his thoughts to himself. He didn't know what to do. He.. he was lost without Russia. In such a short time with being together with him, America already knew he shouldn't have broke up with him. He could've still been with him right now. He.. America needed Russia.. but he wasn't sure if Russia needed him.
America's thoughts made their way to thinking of Anon, the same thing happened with him. Anon was amazing. He was.. he was one of the people who helped America oh so much. And America missed him. He missed them both.
He looked up, the fog setting on the ground. Birds chirped in the distance, it was actually quite peaceful. Well, until he realised something.
He cared for both of them. And, before he knew it, they were both gone. The people he cared for the most.
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Guys.. the next chapter is the last one.. only one person coughcoughyouknowwhoyouarecoughcough voted to see the next books cover, so I guess I'm showing it to you guys? Well, here it is!
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Yeah, that's not the only thing I've been drawing. 468 frames. Blerg. This is my Social Media Humanised animation meme, it took me all of four days.
This is what it feels like to be hit on the back of the head with a baseball bat by a guy called Motivation.
