Childish Love - RusAme FanFiction.

Regret.

Time to write another chapter since I have a break during volleyball practice- this one might be short because of how much time I have.

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~~America's POV.~~

I walk into the room where Canada and Ukraine were. They were sitting on the bed playing Minecraft, and stuffing their faces with snacks.

"Got another controller?" I sniffled, but trying not to sound sad.
"Sure, Ame, but what's wrong?"

Raine looked at Canada with a confused look, hoping he'd know. But Canada just shrugged. Raine tossed me the controller and I hopped on the bed with them. It was fun, we built a house together and made rooms of each other. We got pets and even a couple diamonds.

Soon, father called Canada as said we had to leave. We both waved goodbye to Raine and he waved back with a smile. We passed by Russia's room, but the door was closed, so I didn't pay much attention. We made it home and I skipped inside, up to my room.

~~Russia's POV.~~

I heard screaming and laughing coming from down the hallway in Raine's room, it was louder ever since Ame went to go hangout with them. I layed on my bed looking up at the ceiling; thinking to myself about a few things.

'Have I permanently hurt Ame's feelings?'
'What does he think of me now?'
'How long until he tells his friends and they all come after me?'
'Should I have even done that?'
I noticed that I was regretting my decision to speak like that towards America. Maybe it wasn't the brightest of ideas.

I got up and walked over to my bookshelf, where my phone had been. I grabbed my phone and tried calling America.

~~America's POV. ~~

The phone rang in my pocket. I wonder who it was? I take the phone out of my pocket and looked at the name: it was Russia. Did he call to apologize? Or insult me again?

I'm not taking any chances, I'm just going tell him what I'm thinking straight up. I answered and out the phone to my ear.

"Hey, Ame, I'd like to say I'm-"

I cut him off.

"Look, Russia, if you came to apologize I don't want to hear it. What the hell is wrong with you? We were cool at first, then all of a sudden you act cold. Are you bipolar or something? Never mind, forget that I asked. I thought you were warming up to me, but I guess you were just drunk on air or something. Goodbye, see you never."

I hand up, my fave being red from yelling at him. I throw my phone across the room and start having a mental breakdown about how I never have any real friends, or that people think I'm annoying. I decide to go out and drink, that'll take the pain away.

I get up and walk to the door, until UK and France stop me. They were watching Netflix on the T.V. together.

"Où vas - tu, fiston? (My son, where are you going?"

I look at mom with the most innocent smile possible.

"I'm just going to the park, don't worry about me."

She scrunched up her nose, and looked outside. Then back at me.

"Mon fils (son) , it's nighttime, and you're going to the park? I don't believe a bit of it."

I sigh and try to think of another reasonable place I could be going. I didn't want to tell her that I was going to the bar. Dad didn't seem like he cared, he was too caught up in the show.

"Fine, I'm going to hang out with some friends at the new restaurant down the street. I'll he back soon, alright?"

She nodded me and shooed me away, Turning back to the show they were watching. I sneak out of the house and walk to the nearest bar. I go in and sit down, and start chugging down a bottle of alcohol the bartender set in front of me.

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The chapter was kinda triggering, well for me writing it of course. I'm also 20 words away from my normal word count, so I'm sad and I'll place this here:

sOrrY foR thE shOrT cHaptEr.

Word count: 706.