Feathers (Rusger)

Fight

"America, maybe we should give him some time?" Poland suggested.

America didn't answer. He just watched helplessly as his fiance cried. He just assumed it was a tantrum like before but now Germany was upset enough to shout at him? What happened? Was being out here too much for the critter?

"Germany, you don't have to tell us now. Let's just go home first alright?" America offered, not attempting to give any physical attention. Unlike when he first did it out of instict but was pushed away and shouted at afterwards.

America waited for a response but all that came out from Germany were sniffles and sobs. America wished he knew how to comfort him, but what could he do now? Germany refused to be comforted and continues to cry over whatever the hell reason he had.

It honestly tested America's patience. But that was overpowered by the feeling of worry and such. He felt powerless too. Not being able to do anything when the problem was right there.

"Germany!"

Germany paid no attention to whatever sound was around him. But America and Poland looked at the source of the voice. A figure was running towards them. When he was close enough he kneeled down beside Germany.

"Germany, what's wrong? Russia called me because he was worried. We've been searching in areas and because the park was closed Russia had to distract the guard there," Indonesia explained, placing a hand on his back for comfort.

"D-don't t-talk about R-russ-sia t-to me!" Germany sobbed out, pushing the hand away from him.

Indonesia was really concerned, he looked up at the two people infront of Germany. "Who are you guys?" Indonesia asked, standing up. "You... have you been keeping Germany this whole time?" America asked as he sniffed the air a bit.

"I asked first," Indonesia stated standing more to Germany's front. "You know nothing. Get out of the way. We'll take care of him," America demanded. Indonesia still stood unfazed. America might be a few inches taller but he still wasn't intimidated. Indonesia was never the type to give up or get scared easily.

"What the hell do you know then? Germany doesn't even know you," Indonesia reasoned. "He does. I'm his fiance!" America exclaimed.

No, Germany couldn't take it anymore. He needed to get at least a few steams out of him. No matter how much he'll probably regret it later.

"S-stop it with that FUCKING BULLSHIT, AMERICA!" Germany shouted. All three men looked at him, taken back and shocked. Germany stood up and Indonesia moved away from Germany's path. Shit was about to go down.

"Stop saying I'm your fiance, stop saying you even fucking love me!"

"I do-!"

"WELL I DON'T! You've been searching for me all day!? So you've only noticed I was gone today or something!?" Germany shouted once more.

"N-no that's not-"

"Do you even know why I left in the first place, America!? DO YOU!? Maybe you're just dumb or you really never cared about me!"

America couldn't pull himself together. Germany had never once swore or argued with him this intensely. He couldn't even think of words to say.

"I left because the whole forest, excluding Polen and Japan, fucking hates me! What about all those times I've cried to you about it!? You did NOTHING!" Germany exclaimed.

"What do you mean I did 'nothing'? I told you to just ignore it! It's not worth your time," America finally reasoned back.

"IT STILL HURTS, AMERICA! I don't want to be tormented in my own home! And you wouldn't even do shit! The only people I had there were Polen and Japan. They're my friends that I can trust completely but you were my "soon to be husband" WHO DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!"

America stood still, he attempted to place a hand on his shoulder, "Germany-"

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!"

And America's cheek went red.

America, Poland, Indonesia and jist possibly Germany himself were stunned. Germany with all his might had finally for once hit America. The last time America was ever hit like this was either his father or a war that took place so long ago.

"G-germany, that's enough!" Indo exclaimed, the first of the few who woke up from that stun. He wrapped an arm around Germany's shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly. Germany's tears fell harder and got hotter. He breathed heavily from exhaustion through all of the emotions he was feeling.

Did he regret it? Maybe. It hit him hard too.

Just then Germany had never felt something so painful and powerful hit him before.

America kept throwing punches at Germany. Poland and Indonesia tried to stop him as much as they could. Germany had forgotten how violent America could ever be. Yet he did not fight back. He couldn't. He was still in shock from the first hit.

Germany's body kept flinching and twitching from so much pain at once. Why did all this had to happen to him? Why does everytime he thought he found someone he could live a life with, friends or lover, he'd always meet the wrong people.

Why did his father went missing and ruined his life?

Germany's body went limp, yet America kept going. It scared Poland and Indonesia to death. Finally America was pulled away, almost too easily. America fell back to the ground and sat up almost immediately.

"Germany? ГЕРМАНИЯ!?" Russia called out. He was kneeled down next to Germany's body. He placed his head gently to Germany's chest. To his upmost relief, there was still a heart beat.

"America, What have you done...?"

America looked at Poland, then at Germany's limp figure. He calmed down after a while and realization soon hit him. What he did to Germany, he could never forgive himself for it.

"I-.. I need to get him to a hospital! We have to-"

"You can't do that."

Russia looked back at Poland, "Why not!? That fucking asshole beat the shit out of him!"

America winced at that fact. Poland only sighed, "Maybe you humans are blind to the night light but, his wings are..." Poland glanced at America then he looked to the ground.

His wings?

Russia looked back to Germany's body. A single wing grew out of Germany's back. It was black like his eagle form so it was hard to point out in the dark. But there was only one wing growing out of Germany's back.

"What's happening to him?" Russia asked not looking away from Germany.

"It's... due to so much pain, mentally and physically, it damaged his body and magic system. Maybe because the pain wasn't as much, only a wing grew out," Poland explained.

"So what do we do?" Russia asked. "We can go back home, we have more effective medication for this situation at home. But we can't carry him back like this, we're just eagles and myself alone won't be able to hold him for half a day," Poland suggested.

Russia carefully picked Germany up and hugged him gently. He could feel tears of concern and fear overwhelming him. He didn't want to lose Germany yet. He wanted to make up to him for what he did. He wanted each other to give second chances.

"I can..."

The three looked at Indonesia, who seemed to be a bit hesitant.

"I can get you close enough to there, but it'll take a while," Indonesia said, "We can discuss about this tomorrow though. We need to patch Germany up first."

They all agreed. Though Indonesia and Russia were uncertain of bringing America alone, Poland convinced them that they need him. While Russia treated Germany's bruises and injuries, the other three discussed about how to get there.

[From this point on, I'm starting to feel like this story is going shit but I'll continue it anyways- for your sake :D]