Tales of Crazy: RusAme short stories

"You can't run forever~"

*Russia's PoV*

It's time for UN's annual party to celebrate the victory of WWII.

I don't like coming, but they have alcohol, so it's bearable.

My wings flutter nervously. I don't like wearing suits.

I pick out one of the more comfortable ones.

I put it on, covering my wings.

No one can know about them.

Only Father knows.

I've kept it a secret from everyone else.

I finish getting the suit on and adjusting my wings so they're comfortable.

I put on my ushanka and head downstairs.

Everyone else is dressed up and ready to go.

We head out. I stare out the window. Kazakhstan also has wings, but everyone knows and they think he's cool, so his suit lets his wings be exposed.

We arrive at the party, and everyone disperses into the crowd.

I head over to the bar area.

I order some vodka, when America drunkenly stumbles up to me "HeeEY RuSssSssiAaAaa~"

"What?"

He gets really close to me. "Ya lookkk handsomee."

He grabs my hand "C'moooon! LesssAgO!"

He drags me to some hallway off to the side, and into a closet. He immediately stops pretending to be drunk and covers my mouth.

I try to scream, but I can't.

He pulls out a needle and I panic. He growls "Hold still or it'll hurt worse."

I stop struggling and he injects the liquid. I black out.

*+*Later*+*

I wake up.

I'm tied to a chair in a dark room.

I struggle, but nothing seems to work.

A door opens somewhere, then a light gets turned on over my head.

After my vision clears, I see America standing in front of me.

I look up at him "Wh-What do you want from me?"

He chuckles. "I want you, sweetie."

I try backing up, but he grabs the chair over my shoulder. "There's no where to run. No one will notice you're gone."

I look down.

I start crying. He pulls my face up for me to look at him. "Don't cry, sweetie. You'll love it here."

I try not to cry, but I can't help it.

America hugs me, but it doesn't help. I just continue to cry.