America's pov
I was a little bit on edge for the rest of the day, but I think I became a little more comfortable with my surroundings after a while. Although that may be due to the fact that I've carry pepper spray, a pocket knife, and a handgun on me since the 90s... I can't help if I'm paranoid! That showed itself even more when I jumped at the phone ringing. I shook my head and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Ah good, you're awake!"
"England? What do you want? And it's like one p.m why would I not be awake..?" I recognized the accent immediately, but was rather confused as to why he would call ME. He usual never calls unless he fucked something up or needs to remind me of something.
"Don't mind that, idiot! I wanted to say something."
"Okay... Wha-" when there was a knock on the door, I wasn't exactly sad about hanging up on him, since England was acting very weird.
"America?"
"Uh sorry, I have to go."
"NO WAIT-" I hung up before he could say anything else, maybe he was drunk or something... I turned my attention back to the person knocking on the door, and my stomach tightened up with anxiety. What if it was the person who knocked last night? But who the hell could it be?! A serial killer? Someone mentally insane? An assassin? A... Stalker..? Now feeling brave knowing I have my weapons, I grip the door knob and turned it slowly. The person on the other side knocked again in the process, almost sounding frantic.
I finally opened the door fully, but it wasn't what I expected at all... Though I still didn't know whether to be worried or not.
"Belarus..?"
A few hours earlier
As I closed the door to my home, I watched through the window as Ukraine walked away. Once she was out of site, I decided it was a good enough time as any to put my plan into action. It was complicated at first, but I found ways to make it much easier.
First things first was to know what I was dealing with, America may not be a dumb as he looks. After all, his country has lasted this long, and most of the time he's been on the winning side in wars. So he must be relatively strong. Does he carry? Probably... Oh well, shouldn't be that hard.
After a good few hours, I made it across the ocean and found out where America lived. It was now time to put my acting skills to the test. There's no doubt in my mind that he cares about Russia, watching him for the passed few days made me confident. So what if I tried to convince him something is wrong? I'd be able to get him in my own land, it would be so much easier than knocking him out here then dragging him to Europe.
I came up to the front door and knocked once. I had tried this the night before, but it didn't work. I left a note in hopes it would scare him into not leaving the house. Why? Because at least if he's here I know exactly where he is. His country is huge, and it would take too long to figure out where he is...
Nobody answered, so I knocked again, making it sound as if I was in a panic. I was starting to worry he wasn't here after all, although the door finally slowly opened.
"Belarus?" he looked confused, which was too be expected.
"America, I need you to come with me!" I acted like I was desperate and on the verge of tears.
"Why? What's wrong?" I asked, willing to help her out even if the situation felt weird.
"It's about Russia! You're the only other person I know who knows him best!"
"H-Huh?! Belarus, what happened?!" now I was almost panicking. The thought of Russia being hurt angered me. If it wasn't an accident, I'll kill whoever laid a finger on him.
After that, I followed her without hesitation.
As we neared Russia's country, Belarus grabbed my arm and pulled me in the opposite direction.
"Um... Why are we going this way?"
"He's at my home, come on!" blinded by the need to know if Russia was alright, I didn't question it anymore. The moment we got to her house, she opened the door frantically. She pulled me inside and I immediately started yelling.
"Russia?! Russia, where are you?!"
"I'm surprised but glad this worked..." Belarus muttered behind me, making me freeze and become wary. Her accent was thick and her voice was cold, I was afraid she had lied to me... I heard the click of a door being locked, followed by what I could only assume was a closet being opened. Despite my cautiousness, I felt too much nervousness to turn around. And I was soon met with the pain of a blunt object hit me in the back of the head. My vision went blurry and dark around the edges, then felt my legs give out and I collapsed on the floor.
With my ears ringing, I saw Belarus stare down at me with what looked like a baseball bat in hand. She mouthed something to me, but all I could hear was the ringing and sound of my heartbeat. Everything flickered to black in a matter of seconds.
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Rules are Rules-Hetalia RusAme
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...
