Waking up lethargic and bored, America managed to crawl his way out of bed and fall on the floor. Standing up weakly, he looked out the window to see it was dark and overcast.
"Probably contributing to my mood isn't it?" he thought while carefully making his way downstairs. There wasn't really anything to do that day. When America noticed a piece of paper that seemed to have been slipped in from outside on the floor, he bent down to pick up, not feeling as comfortable as he was a few seconds ago. It was folded in half, and America noticed something written on the inside.
"I don't like this..." he muttered while unfolding the paper hesitantly. He felt his muscles tense up when he read the short sentence written on it.
Why didn't you answer the door?
After the shock and fear set in, confusion was next. There was a knock at the door the previous night, but he didn't think it was anything serious... He looked around out of paranoia, keeping the note close to him, as if it would offer protection.
"Okay then..." America whispered under his breath before quietly locking the door. flinching when he felt something brush over his ankles, he looked down and sighed in relief to know it was just his cat.
"Oh, hi cutie," he said calmly while picking the small animal up, holding it to his chest. It started to purr which made America feel rather relaxed. He loved cats, but was afraid people might call him "soft" or "girly". So he'd always say he prefers dogs, though Fluffy was better than any dog he could own. Especially since he reminded him of a special someone.
Blushing slightly, America pulled Fluffy close to his face and hid his mouth in his fur.
"Why do I keep thinking about you?" America thought while sitting down, still rubbing and stroking Fluffy's back. He was legitimately confused as to why he loved Russia the way he did.
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As I walked down the street, I kicked a few rocks that were in my way as I wondered if there was anything to do. And for or the rest of the day, nothing happened, just boring. That changed when I walked in my front door and saw Belarus and Ukraine sitting in my house...
"What the hell are you two doing here?!" I exclaimed, not liking the situation all ready.
"Russia... Sit down for a second. I just want to ask something, Belarus too." Ukraine instructed softly, my little sister giving me a glare of which I couldn't quite pinpoint the emotion. Darting my eyes around nervously and in confusion, I sat down in a chair that was in front of the two girls.
"We're so sorry for barging in uninvited but-"
"I'm not." Belarus blurted out, interrupting and crossing her arms. Ukraine sighed.
"But. Belarus insisted that we come over whether you wanted us to or not, obviously..." she made a hand gestured to her, earning a short sentence of unintelligible mumbles. The suspense was killing me I and just wanted to know what they wanted to know, and I refrained from saying anything just get to the point.
"There is no way to ask this without sounding strange so... I guess I'll just ask you and not waste anymore of your time. Russia, are you gay?"
"What?!"
"What do you mean?" I seemed to have covered up how stunned I was, but I felt my heart start pounding furiously.
"Are you homosexual?" Belarus asked next, her voice sounding stern and more desperate for an answer. I knew what to say, but saying it made me feel wrong... Ukraine attempted to calm our youngest sister, seeing how she looked on edge, but I stopped her.
"No. I'm straight." the dead serious tone of my own voice caught me off guard.
"Why would you ask such an embarrassing question anyway?" I acted like I was offended at their question, but really I was horrified that they'll find me out.
"Belarus wanted me to ask... She said she's seen you hanging around America more lately. She thought there was something between you two."
"Anyone would have assumed!" Belarus shouted angrily, her eyes glazed with annoyance. Ukraine sighed softly again and looked at me, her face reflecting relief.
"Well, I knew you weren't gay. Why would you be?"
"Yeah." still trying my best not to fall apart and accidentally confess to everything, I continued to act like I was disgusted by the thought of homosexuality. After a few more uncomfortable minutes of talking about the subject, my sisters finally got up to leave.
"Sorry again for walking in uninvited and the sudden questioning, little brother... It's rather rude of us."
"It's fine, really." I stood at the doorway as Belarus continued to glare at me. I didn't know if there was a way to look straight, but I'd be using it if there was. I closed the door, happy to have that be over with.
"See? He's straight, you can stop worrying now" I heard Ukraine's voice behind the door, and felt a little sad. I knew their views on the subject, but I always thought my only family would be the ones who supported me no matter what...
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I don't care what my older sister says... America is the reason big brother doesn't want to marry me! He can't lie, he's a faggot and it's obvious! Ukraine walked with me back home, it wasn't that far. I didn't say anything, but I know for a fact I wasn't going to listen to what she said before. I will worry, and I'll go back to the plan I thought up a few weeks ago. Russia needs to be taught a lesson... And I will be the one to give it to him. He clearly cares about that American weirdo. If I hurt him, I'll tell him the only way I'll stop, is if he marries me. Then he'll see what happens when he lies to me and my sister.
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Fanfiction*some chapters are very long ;-;* Russia and America adore each other, but could never say a word. One is haunted by the thought of his people and family hating him. And the other doesn't even understand his own feelings. Although when an unfortunat...
