Russia watched as the man he loved slowly opened his eyes, causing him sigh with relief.
"H-Huh..? Where am I?" he asked weakly, flinching when Russia put a hand on his shoulder.
"You're at my home. It's okay, you're safe now."
"You... You actually..." America was silent for a few seconds, as if he was at a loss for words.
"You actually got me out of there?"
"Well of course. What my sister did was criminal. She won't hurt you again." with nothing but the sound of wind outside, Russia thought it would be good to explain how he even got America to his country.
"My guards asked who you were, I said you were an acquaintance of mine. I told them I found you hurt I wouldn't leave you. It's okay, they don't know who you are."
"Thank you." America unexpectedly wrapped his arms around the larger nation and held him tight.
"Thank you so much..." Russia could hear his voice break as he started to cry, so he returned the embrace and stroked his back soothingly. He whispered words of reassurance to him as his mind wondered.
"Being this close to him is... What should I say now?!" as Russia let his mind talk, the words coming from his mouth became less and less. Eventually, the room was quiet again. That is, until America's words made Russia's heart stop.
"Do you love me?"
"What should I say to that?" Russia asked without thinking. America just looked at him, being patient for once and waiting for an answer.
"The truth. Yes or no." his tone was so dead serious, it was almost out of character. Russia paused for a moment.
"Well what about you?" in response to his question, America held one of Russia's hand and kissed him sweetly. His eyes widened in surprise, but couldn't resist kissing back. Depriving themselves of oxygen for long enough, the two reluctantly pulled away from each other.
"I love you... So much." Russia could feel America's heart beating fast as he smiled.
"I love you too."
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Once I got America cleaned up and fed, we just laid in bed together for a while. Although
I couldn't help but think about what I'll do in a few months. I can't just back out of the deal I made with my sister, right? She might hurt him again... Maybe I can vanish off the map, go missing so I can avoid marriage with her. But being with America is all I want...I asked America if he wanted to stay the night, to which he accepted my offer.
"Hey Russia? I'm sorry but... Can you do me another favor?"
"Sure."
"I umm... I'd like it if you didn't tell anyone about us... For now at least."
"Of course not." I kissed him on the head and put an arm around him. I felt terrible, he's oblivious to my situation, but I don't know if I have the heart to tell him...
"I just don't want people to hate you..." I jerked my head up at his statement, shocked that he would say it.
"What..?"
"I know your sisters too, Ivan... I don't want your own family hating you."
"Alfred... You don't have to-"
"Come back with me." he took my hand again, making me blush, to my embarrassment.
"What do you mean?"
"When I go back to my country. Come with me."
"I don't know if-"
"You have no idea... How much safer you'll be. When it comes to this stuff... My people might not be the best, but it's better than here!" I could tell he was getting anxious, I could also tell he was nervous I'd say no. Though the truth was, I didn't want to say no...
- - - - - -
Ignoring the urge to stop for breath, Russia and America kept running through the cool night air. Nighttime was the the needed time, but it made getting to the nearest airport physically harder.
"Hey Russia..! I need to ask something!" America managed to say, never once looking to side to face the one running next to him.
"What's that?"
"Why do you love me?"
"Huh... It would be a good question..!" Russia didn't slow his pace but still forced out a reply.
"At first I had no idea.. But then I realized, that you're the only one who ever bothered to try and see who I really am. I couldn't help but fall in love with you." although a few of his words were fumbled over, America nodded in understanding.
"What about you though.?! What's your reason?" Russia was surprised to hear that America breathed out a laugh.
"I honestly had no idea why I liked you for the longest time! Oh god... Though do you remember how you'd always talk with me? When the other countries would pick on me?"
"Yes..."
"Well uh..." America noticeably blushed, confessions not being his favorite thing to explain. Not like he ever confessed his reasons for loving someone.
"That's why..! Nobody cared about me but you!" the sounds of planes taking off and landing were deafening.
"I hate to do this..." America finished that thought with only a few more steps before collapsing to the ground.
"Alfred!" Russia gasped, and immediately fell with him.
"Dammit! I knew you shouldn't be running... You've barely healed at all."
"Ha... It's okay. But we're s-so close..! Can-Can't we just walk?" America smiled, a few tears of pain falling from his eyes.
"Yes... Yes we can."
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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...
