"I still can't believe you left your poor cat at home!"
"I would've taken him, but I didn't want anything slowing us down. But don't worry, despite his size, he really doesn't eat much. And I always put a lot in his bowl. And Ukraine knows I have him, she volunteered to come in and feed him every now and then when I'm gone."
"Well good... I guess... I actually have a cat myself! I can't wait to see him again... God, I hope he's okay." America opened the door to his home that has been left unlocked.
"Hope nobody stole anything either." America laughed, but Russia couldn't tell if he was seriously worried or not. Before he even took two steps in the house, a large cat with dark fur ran up to him. America immediately got on the floor and picked it up to hold it. The scene looked like they were two family members who haven't seen each other in years. America was almost in tears as he talked to the cat as if it was a human.
"Oh I know, I missed you too!"
"I didn't know you liked cats so much!" Russia giggled while sitting down next to him.
"I always have! I just never got one since I thought I wouldn't be able to take good care of it..." America softened his voice and stroked the cat's back, feeling it purr rather loudly.
"His name is Fluffy, I found him on the streets after I got in a fight."
"Wait what?" Russia gave him a look that demanded an answer.
"Oh... Yeah. People seem to always want something from me. Not everyone in the country knows what I am though, but I wonder if they do... If so, maybe that's why..." his suddenly took on a sad and almost hopeless expression.
"It's horrible. Even when the others aren't tormenting me, I can't escape being hated... They're usually gang members that want money, or something like that.."
"Well regardless of what anyone else thinks of you." Russia stop for a moment to put a hand on the side of America's face. He blushed as he looked at Russia's beautiful and rare violet eyes, filled with both concern and care.
"I love you. And you're my everything..." they both leaned forward to kiss each other sweetly, closing their eyes and just enjoying the moment. Even so, Russia continued to argue with himself in his head.
"He needs to know." "No, he doesn't."
"You can't stay here forever."
"I know but..."
"His heart will be less broken if you tell him now other than later. Get it over with."
"I... I just can't."
"Of course. You're weak like that."
"Something wrong?" Russia realized that he had suddenly pulled away, making America confused.
"No, I'm okay." he gave a reassuring smile.
"It was just a long flight, that's all."
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Even though I lied about being tired America sure didn't. He fell asleep almost as soon as he hit the bed. I'm surprised he didn't sleep on the plane...
I haven't been gone for a day and my sisters are already sending me countless texts, emails, and voicemails. They were really all just variations of "are you okay?" "Where are you?" "Are you hurt?" "Why aren't you answering?". I felt bad about not contacting them, but what would I say? And I'm certainly not in the mood for heading back just yet. It's April... Belarus already set July as the month for our wedding.
America has to know... Doesn't he? Belarus seems to be trying to contact me more than Ukraine. I fear that she knows about me and America. After all, when she showed me where she had kept him, I saw that look she gave me... One of disgust and borderline hatred. Yet she insisted on marriage.
I powered off my phone and gave my brain a break from all the stress. I got under the blankets next to my boyfriend and put an arm around him. I took his hand with my free one and held it to my chest. I imagined what it would be like if we shared beautiful engagement and wedding rings, both made of the rarest gemstones. Or if we could just wake up every morning and know that we love each other and everything's okay. My imagination led me to becoming tired, and I closed my eyes, still pretending to live in fantasies. Love is something I never thought someone like me would ever be able to experience...
When I woke up, it was dark, decently cold as well. I looked over to see if America was still in bed. He was... kind of still in bed. At least half his body was falling of the side, so I pulled him next to me. He opens his eyes, which were slightly watery, but still the same beautiful diamond blue I adore.
"Hey Russia..." he muttered out, closing his eyes again and smiling.
"Good morning, love. Well, I guess it's morning." I chuckled a little, before looking at the clock and seeing it's four a.m. The traffic was light, but I was surprised there was any at this hour.
"It's morning?" I told him the time, to which he groaned and put his face in a pillow.
"I always wake up at stupid hours like this..."
"Really?"
"Yeah... I rarely sleep all night." he sat himself up on his elbows and sighed.
"Although... I'm much happier waking up to you instead of shadows scaring the hell out of me!" his statement of being happy with me around made my heart skip a beat. His laugh made me smile, and I just wish we could always be just like this... But sadly... I'm not sure that's going to happen.
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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...
