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#1[LEAVE ME!] (English)

In the cold of that morning an American was alone while taking a morning walk through the streets of that community between countries, quietly, at a slow pace, with no hurry nor any fuss.

USA, quite calm and quiet in the sight of many, only for eyes that never engaged in conversation with him, or also for those who did not know him at all besides treaties and commercial and / or economic exchange.

It would seem weird if they told all those people how scared he was, it didn't take a fortune teller to notice how much he had changed from the cold war to later.

Only those close, and also people who had the privilege of being his friends, knew it. They knew about their "mild" traumas, but they never knew the exact reason, hopefully their father, UK, and their brother, Canada, were aware of that ... "subject."

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As quiet as it may seem, and also as far away as it may seem to everyone, he only had one problem. Only one.

Russia, the major heir of the USSR. USSR, who once was his downfall and lust.

They may not be aware, but the US had a distant relationship with the Soviet, something that became toxic between the cold war.

Memories, silly memories ....

DAMNED MEMORIES, ruined his already fucking life.

But it was true, it was something creepy and unpleasant in the sight of many, however, they had that secret very well hidden. For that reason they could never see them with those eyes.

For the USA, being with Russia brought her hell back, brought her memories along with that bottomless chasm every day.

Fucking disgusting.

Being used for a lifetime by that being of ushanka, with that gloomy smile and cynical eyes, a laugh that bristled his whole being and rough hands that constantly touched his body.

He felt disgusting every time he shared just a "hello" with him.

L-let me .... r-release me ...

His voice was shivering like his body, his eyes became smaller and his hands could not move based on nervousness and fear.

Because, yes, the American was afraid of the Russian. So much so that he became nauseous, his stomach was churning and he felt the need to vomit in his own shoes, feeling his head spinning so that his legs didn't work at all.

P-p-please .... n-no ... USSR, s-stop!

Over time, the European began to move away, shutting his internal screams when he came face to face in the street. And just after hours, someone had also thought of leaving early in the morning.

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It was already 7:20 am, almost no one was at this time away from home, but the Slavic didn't really care. He took a black Adidas jacket with 3 white stripes on both arms, adjusted his pants and his ushanka, leaving his house and leaving the door locked.

This may not be necessary at all in his country, but he was in that community between countries, everything was to be expected and he should be cautious.

He took a breath of the dew that the plants caused, sighing calmly to start walking while the quiet silence intoxicated his whole being, it was relaxing.

But the unexpected was to meet the American face to face, that he had good luck, and it was not a lie, because he had to talk to him about his behavior towards himself, since he did not understand the reasons why he was so quiet and distant with him.

Actually, he couldn't find any reason why the US was doing that, even though it was like that with most countries, it was strange that he couldn't even speak to him like the others.

He was going to say a word with a kind smile and neutral eyes, but the American immediately attacked with his words.

-no, don't talk ....-

They were cold and trembling words, USA ducked its head and prepared to leave, however, it was stopped by the Russian, who had begun to bother with his behavior, but wanted to be kind, so he did nothing but put it in front of him as he grabbed him by the shoulders.

-давай поговорим, это важно, по крайней мере для меня.- (Let's talk, it's important, at least for me.)

The American just tensed, he had nothing to talk to him, therefore, he ignored his desire to vomit, separating his hands from the opposite of his body to begin to get away from there at a rapid pace, he did not want to be with him.

-Kуда ты идешь? - (where are you going?)

The American did not say a word, kept walking while he was sweating cold and tried to push away as much as possible.

But the Russian, without much effort, being long-legged, followed him as he tried to answer me. Already arto of his attitude began to speak with remarkable anger and annoyance.

-Я просто хочу знать причину, по которой вы избегаете меня больше, чем других.- (I just want to know the reason why you avoid me more than the others.)

But the shorter one continued walking, turning his back and a very overwhelming silence for any common person.

Russia was mentally counting a "one, two, three", since in itself it had a quite strong anger, and if it did not want to scare or hurt the opposite it should do that.

-Америка, я говорю с тобой. Черт, не отворачивайся от меня! - (America, I'm talking to you. Damn, don't turn your back on me !.)

-Just ... leave me alone! .-

The US was cursing itself internally, but let out a "Fuck" murmur, luckily the opposite had not even heard it.

The one that was classified as an Asian euro frowned, "one, two, three"

-Почему ты не хочешь сказать мне? Я имею право знать! - (Why don't you want to tell me? I have the right to know!)

He was already getting angry, why did the American ignore him in such a way? Why did he treat him like this? I couldn't understand! There was not enough reason he knew!

-USA!-

The Russian took the doll of the American to stop his walk at last, the named above turned around with a strange sensation going up his throat, he wanted to just run and hide in some dark corner to never be found while crying to the seas.

-Damn, RUSSIA! I told you that- Ah–

A short, low scream of print escaped his lips as he pulled his arm tightly, so he let out a groan of pain when he was placed strongly against a wall.

His wrists were glued to the wall, USA tensed and dropped a few tears for that expression of the Russian ...

MEMORIES OF SHIT!

-Мое чертово терпение наполняет меня, США. если ты мне не скажешь, я клянусь– - (. My fucking patience is filling me, USA. If you don't tell me, I swear to you–)

The Russian was perplexed to see a vague memory pass before his eyes, but it was not his .....

However, seeing the American his pupils became small even with his frown, but at this time ... he did not know how he had to react.

-Я ...- (I ...)

Memories, thousands of memories, events, blood, supplications

G-Get off ... n-no, Urss no!

They were things that in no way would bring him good things.
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