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Chapter 11: Going Home...

I woke up well before America did, he almost fell straight asleep after last night... During this time, I decided to message my sisters and tell them I'll be coming home. They should be happy to hear that. While he continued to sleep, I looked over and watched him, wondering if he was dreaming about anything. I smiled, grateful for this moment of peace. If things where different, I'd love to have him stay at my home for a while, but things aren't like that. I know he'll be torn away from me the moment my sisters see us, but I can't seem to change his mind...

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"Don't think I'm stupid, Russia."

"I never did..." not many words were exchanged during the bus ride, but neither of us seemed to know what to say.

"I feel bad leaving family and stuff, but... Ah, it's not like I'll be gone forever."

"How is he so calm about this?" he surly understands how harshly he may be treated, right? Yet he seems so confident. I love him, though he doesn't make sense all the time. I just pray that things will be better, even if it takes years...

I held my cat in my arms as the bus hit a few bumps in the road. I know he should probably be in his carrier, but I'll put him in when we get to the airport. I could tell Russia was nervous, but I couldn't think of anything else to do except put my head on his shoulder. After a few seconds, he looked at me with confusion.

"How is nobody... Staring?" 

"Oh. Well at least around here, same-sex couples aren't uncommon. So I guess everyone got used to it." I laughed a little bit at how dumbstruck he was, and blushed when he put an arm around me. Even then, nobody took a second look. It made me kinda sad to think that Russia could never be himself in his country, and I tried to hide how nervous I was as well...

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"I'd prefer to stay in my own private house than the building at the capital. Is that okay?"

"Oh don't worry it's fine!" I gave him a smile and he returned one.

"Although... I'll have to leave for a little while, I need to go back to the capital just to inform my boss that I'm back. And, you know... Get Kitty."

"Of course! Get your cat!" he laughed and gave me a kiss before turning around and closing the door. I decided to keep holding Fluffy as I looked around. The house seemed old, but had a good foundation since there didn't seem to be much damage from storms.

As I walked around and my body began adjusting to the colder air, Fluffy decided to jump out of my arms when I unintentionally loosened my grip. I yelled his name, but he's a cat so how much would he listen?

I chased him around until I finally caught him in what seemed to be the bedroom. I sat down on the bed and sighed in relief when Fluffy curled up on a pillow. On the nightstand, there was a book that looked older than this house... Out of pure curiosity, I picked it up and opened it. It had a deep red cover and many blank pages, though I flipped through it until I found a page that was fully loaded.

February 20th                                                                                                                                                       America's been missing for four days now... I've acted like I was happy about it so people wouldn't get any ideas. But I feel like whatever I have for a heart is broken. This place seems colder just when I don't know where he is. I don't know if he's hurt or not. I feel broken in half without him... I would kill myself, but I know full well that doesn't work... What the hell happened to him?!

It was like some sort of diary, and it hurt to read... I had tears going down my face as I thought about the pain he must've felt when I was with Belarus. I shouldn't talk to him about it, he may not appreciate me going through his diary like that.

It was a little over an hour until Russia got back. When he did, I could already tell something was wrong. When I asked, I pretended the answer hurt less than it did.

"The wedding is next month... I don't think I'll be able to stay with you."

"It's okay..." I wrapped my arms around him, hearing his heartbeat faster as he started to cry.

"Please don't be sad! Even if you don't see me, I'll still love you!" I also pretended I wasn't crying too, but that didn't work out very well... We stood in the middle of the room holding each other until there were no more tears left to cry.

"I'm so sorry it has to be like this, America..."

"I'm sorry too..." I hadn't felt like this in over two hundred years. I didn't even know I was capable of feeling these types of emotions anymore.

"B-By the way..."

"What?"

"Call me Alfred."