Lovers

Chapter 8

"America you motherf*****!" Russia yelled, causing America to flinch. A smug look formed on his face as he moved to the side slightly to reveal Russia and North stomping towards him.
"What's wrong Russia?" America asks with a smirk, throwing an arm over my shoulders. My eyes widen in surprise as Russia raised a fist, ready to punch America.
"Nah ah. Don't want to hurt the snake do ya?" America said, gesturing to Echo slithering across his shoulders.
Russia grinned his teeth, lowering his fist. I felt a hand gripped my wrist pulling me away from America and into a hard chest. I look up to see North, but he wasn't looking at me, instead he was glaring at America.
Russia grabbed America by the collar of his shirt saying, "I'm going to kill you." He growled.
"Ah ah, that's against one of the house rules remember?" America said, his smirk not fading. I just look between them, my cheeks still most likely bright pink as I watched the two countries, who have kissed me might I add, getting into an "argument" with each other.
I could feel my blush deepen as North's arms around my waist pulled me closer to him, closing the gap between our bodies. He placed his chin on my shoulder, yawning. "God, if they continue going on like this then we will be out here forever." I heard North grumble. "Just punch him and get it over with already!" North shouted, sounding annoyed and bored.
The two countries glaring at one another didn't even seem to hear North. "So what are you going to do Russie? Just keep me hanging?" America questions with a smug grin.
Russia grinds his teeth together, before letting go of America's shirt. America landed on his feet, dusting himself off before patting the top of Russia's head, "Good boy."
I could feel North's grip on me tighten as America approached. North stood straight when America was in front of me. He winked at me, a sly smirk on his face formed as my cheeks heat up more, "We should do that again sometime sweetheart." America said. "It was good." He commented licking his lip.
At this point my face became as red a tomato and I shifted a little under his gaze. He smiled then looked back at Russia whose eyes were dark, glaring dead at America, his fists clenched.
America then walked away, a triumphant look on his face. "Let's get you inside." North spoke. I turn my head looking up at him to see a worried look on his face as he held one to his eye sight. His hand was coated in red, as some ran down his arm. "I think it's time we change your bandages." He said, as he begin to guide me back towards the house.
I look behind me to see Russia still standing there, a shadow covering his eyes. I then look back forward to see Reich leaning up against the doorframe.
Reich's POV
I herd the patio door slam, catching my attention away from the conversation. I stood up from my spot on the couch, going towards the window. I look out to see Russia yanking America away from (Y/N), while North pulled her close to him.
"What's going on?" I heard my father ask. I merely glance at him before turning my attention back on the events in front of me.
'My guess is that America did something ... with the way both Russia and North are reacting he might've kissed her.' I thought, glaring daggers at the star bangled country now lifted off the ground by the collar of his shirt by Russia. 'He's going to be in a world of hurt as soon as he walks in here. That is if Russia lets him walk away alive.'
"Beats me." I answered after some time, making sure not to add anger to my cold tone. After some time some other countries joined my side, the ones that have been here for a few months that is, each one having glared or angered expressions. Most likely figuring out what happened in order for North and Russia to react that way.
A little while later Russia dropped him and America walked back towards the patio door, not before exchanging a few words with (Y/N) that is. As soon as he walked in, me and the other countries by the window glared at him. Soviet begin making his way towards till America held up his hand saying, "Ah ah ah, wouldn't want to hurt Echo now would we." America said with a smug look gesturing to the snake wrapped around his neck.
Echo's POV
                I watched as the countryhumans glared at America, each one of them, besides the new countries of course, seeming to have the want to kill America.
Time to put the next plan into action. I slither off of America's shoulder, going down onto the floor. "Let the games begin."
Reich's POV
I smirk as Echo moves clean out of the way, going under the couch. America's smug look slowly disappeared. "I'll give you ten seconds to run." Soviet growled taking a step forward towards America
"Ten, nine, eight-" America bolted, making his way up stairs. I couldn't help but feel amuse as America ran with his tail between his legs. Not something you see everyday.
              "Zero." Soviet growled, running after America along with most of the other countries. I then look out the window to see North leading (Y/N) to the house. My eyes widened as I could see blood on North's hand.
               I let out a sigh, "This girl what am I going to do with her."
               "I'll go get the bandages." Poland said from beside me, one of the few that didn't chase America to his death. I nod to him, then walk over to the patio door opening then I leaned against the doorframe.
              I smiled at her, "Look at you, such a mess." North glared at me while (Y/N) just giggles, "Just got into some ketchup is all."
             North looks at (Y/N) raising a brow. I chuckle holding out my hand, "C'mon lets bandage you up."
(Y/N)'s POV
             I sat on my bed wearing a crop top that I changed into quickly. Who knew I still had those, I thought I got rid of all the crop tops. I shrug to myself, oh well good thing I still have them.
          "Alright I think I got everything." I look towards the entrance to my room to see Reich carrying a lot of medical supplies. He placed them on the bed beside me. "Now lets take a quick look at it." He said as he began to unwrap the bandages around my waist.
            Once he came to the wound he slowly took the bandages off, I wince slightly the the bandage pulled at the skin. I hate it when they stick.
        Reich must've noticed because he gave me a soft smile, "Sorry."
         "You're good." I respond, watching as he prepped the next bandage. "So... where did America and some of the other countries go?" I asked.
          Reich froze for a moment seeming to think on what to say next. "Um... they went to prep up the rooms for the new countries." He answered when he begin wrapping the bandage around me before he stopped right above the wound. He looked unsure for a moment before saying, "This might have to be cleaned again."
           I raised a brow, "Never thought you have some knowledge of wounds?"
           "I don't, it's just what I've seen. The only person I know ..." Reich trailer off, a lightbulb seeming to come up. "SOVIET!!" Reich screamed all of a sudden causing me to flinch at the sudden volume.
              Soviet came bursting into the room, "What is it? What's wrong!?"
                "Nothing, I just need you to check on her wound. I think it might need another thorough cleaning." Reich tells him calmly.
              Soviet bends down to look at the wound while I internally groan. 'This is going to be a long week.'
Australia's POV
             "Huh they really seem to care about her." 'I can see why wait....' before I could go deep in though Canada responds with, "Yeah it's kind of strange though."
              "How so?" This time it was Britain. To be honest I totally forgot he was there.
               I can tell Canada was a bit shocked as well but he just pushed it away answering, "For one I have never seen Reich and Soviet care about anyone like that before. Two America was more than willing to start World War III by ..." Canada then went silent when he noticed his curious tone turned aggressive.
               "She is beautiful I don't see why my son wouldn't fall for her. Especially her wonderful red eyes." Russian empire said, a playful smirk on his face.
             Canada glared at Russian Empire, opening his mouth to say something until a knock came to the front door. Three harsh knocks to be exact.
               "Who could that be?"

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