America's POV
I'm looking at a baby magazine, cause there was nothing else to do and I just so happened to have it. Some of the stuff they have for babies is weird, like why is there so many types of cribes and strollers? Bruh, the options are just dumb. Why does anyone need to make such dumb decisions? Especially if they're the ones that's going to have the stress of child birth!
I put the magazine down as someone walks in the house. I get up from the couch and walk to the kitchen, cause our front door stopped working for some reason so now you have to enter at the kitchen door. Dunno why there's a door in the kitchen that leads outside but it's there. Russia put a bell on the door because it opens quietly so anyone can come in without being noticed.
When I get into the kitchen, I don't see anyone. I got a bit scared to be honest. "Hello?" I say. No one responds. I look around, I see nothing. I quickly walk to the bedroom and look for the gun Russia keeps in the room. I hear to door squeak open and quickly turn around.
There was some guy standing there, I first thought it to be Russia since they were so tall and I couldn't see their face. They walk closer in an intimidating way, I then realized it wasn't Russia. They made sure I couldn't see their face as they walk closer. I back up into the wall, I look around scared.
I run to the right to try and get out his direction, but he swiftly grabs me and puts a cloth over my mouth. I felt like I was suffocating. I kick and hit, hoping the guy would let go or I would get free.
I hit their side and they bend over a bit, but they don't let go. I feel drowsy, I see their face before I completely pass out.
Why? Why did He do this?
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Why you? (A Rusame story) (on hold)
أدب الهواةI'm putting this book on hold but I probably won't come back to it, I've lost motivation to write anything ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first human country story, so no hate please. First, warnings before story ⚠️warning⚠️ this st...
