Please Remember Me

Chapter 18

I think I used the F word too many times

Third P.O.V

Russia took in a deep breath. "You see..." he paused for a moment. He was really going to tell him. After all, Ukraine said he wouldn't get mad, so it was okay, right? "I've been... trying to remember things with..." Russia swallowed hard.

"With who?" Ukraine asked, trying his best not to sound angry. "...America." he paused again before continuing. "We've been going to a lot of places he said we used to hang out, like the beach and basketball court. He explained the things we did there to me. I do remember some stuff, but not much. I was getting frustrated because I couldn't remember everything." He confessed.

Ukraine hid his clenched fists behind his back. "Anything else?" He asked. Russia thought of telling him of what he saw when he and America went to the school, but decided not to. It wouldn't make a difference to anything. He doubted Ukraine would tell him what he knew about a memory, anyway.

Russia shook his head. Ukraine stopped kneeling and stood up. "Thanks for telling me the truth, Rus. But I don't think you should... do that with America anymore after it caused you a fever." Ukraine said gently. "Yeah, okay..." Russia responded, sounding slightly disappointed. "I'll check on you later." Ukraine smiled at him before turning around and heading for the door.

"Wait!" Russia suddenly called. "Yes?" Ukraine asked, turning his head around. "...You aren't mad, are you?" Russia asked nervously. "Of course not! I told you I wouldn't get mad, didn't I?" Ukraine forced a smile. Russia smiled back, "Thanks."

Ukraine then walked out and closed the door. "Well, I didn't lie. I'm not mad." Ukraine mumbled to himself as he walked back to the kitchen to find USSR and Belarus. "I'm pissed the fuck off."

USSR and Belarus turned to face him when he entered the room. "Hey, what did Russia say?" USSR asked. Ukraine repeated everything that Russia had told him.

USSR put whatever he was holding on the kitchen counter as his face darkened. "What?!" He yelled. Belarus was speechless. She wasn't sure what to say.

"I'm going to have a talk with him this evening." Ukraine said, turning to head for the living room where he left his phone. "Shall I come with you?" USSR asked, his tone serious. Ukraine shook his head, "I don't think you should come. Besides, someone needs to take care of Russia and neither me nor Belarus have any medical knowledge." USSR nodded in agreement. That was a valid point.

Belarus ran over and clung onto Ukraine's sleeve. "Can I come with you?" She asked, sounding anxious. "I don't want what almost happened four months ago to..." she trailed off. Thinking about it still scared her.

Ukraine's expression softened. His and America's argument had been really heated. They might have hurt each other badly if their friends hadn't intervened.

"If it clears your worries, you can." Ukraine replied. Belarus nodded and let go of his sleeve.

Ukraine went to the living room and picked up his phone and typed a text to America.

U:We need to talk about something. No excuses. This is serious. Bring whoever you want, I don't care. Just make sure you bring yourself. Meet me at the entrance of the forest we used to hang out at. 6pm sharp.

Once he was sure he had typed the correct location and time, he pressed the send button. They were undoubtedly going to argue, so the forest would be a good place. Not many people went there. 6pm was also the time most people were at home.

He sat and sunk into the couch. This was going to be one heck of a show.

Later, America did reply to his texts, which were mostly questions, but Ukraine didn't bother replying. They would discuss the problem face to face.