My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 31

This is for teddy1223

This is a soulmate au, but they're still nations

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The world could be so cruel to the nations.

They live for eternity and watch as their people find their soulmates, marry each other, birth kids, grow old, and die together. They wished for that life so much. They wished they were destined to be with someone. The emotional state of the nations was often so sad, their lives were always dull and lonely.

Then, America popped into his first World Meeting. Many of the nations felt his warmth and happiness. Their lives became so much brighter when America was around. He never wore a sad face and nobody had ever seen the boy shed a tear. It made a lot of nations wonder why he was so gosh darn happy? America never gave the nations a straight answer, it was always vague or a simple shrug.

But he knew exactly why he was so happy.

Because he had a soulmate.

America had dreams often about a pair of muscular arms swaying him gently as they danced. He never saw his face, never heard his voice, and never knew his name. All he knew is that he smelt like warm bonfires and a breeze. The song in the background sounded like a music box and the melody was soothing. Every time America had this dream, he would always wish he knew who the dancing man was.

It took decades for him to figure it out. He was watching a movie with the G8 for the first time, the movie's name was Anastasia. The melody of "Once Upon a December" was the same exact melody he heard in his dreams. He was denial at first, it couldn't have been Russia.

On Russia's end, he knew from his young years that he had a soulmate. He would often have a dream of a wild field of sunflowers. The angelic giggling of his soulmate echoed through the sky as Russia ran to find him. He came upon a rose bush in the middle of the field, where a baby bird would be chirping. Russia didn't know what kind of bird it was and would often wake up crying harshly. Russia waited centuries and eventually gave up on the search of his soulmate. Not more than a day after, at the world meeting, Russia met America. The golden silk hair was the same color as the sunflowers, his eyes were like the sky, and he laughed like a pure angel. His national animal was the bald eagle and his national flower was the rose.

But Russia never got a chance to confess before America began going to war so often. He even helped out America during the Civil War in hopes he would confess. But never did America even hint to liking him. The large country gave up again, totally destroyed.

The two wouldn't come to terms with each other until one day, there was an accident. A terrible, horrific, fatal accident.

NYC, NEW YORK

The world meeting was taking place as the nations all took their seats. The chaos was per the norm, but something felt different. It felt off. All the nations felt this strange emptiness in the pits of their guts. Finland regretted bringing Sealand to the meeting and Sweden made sure to keep him close. An hour into the meeting and everyone was arguing when a man busted into the room with a wire strapped to his chest.

"THIS IS THE END OF CORRUPT POLITICS!!!" the man screamed as he held a detonator. Faster than anyone could blink, America tackled the guy into the wall as the man pushed the button. The bomb went off and the wall crumbled around them. Nobody could comprehend that the man was pushed into the wall, they all figured he was thrown into the wall by the blast. That was until Sealand ran up to the pile of rubble. Finland grabbed his wrist swiftly, halting the micronation. Sealand began to cry and tried to wiggle free.

"Aiti! America's under there! He stopped the man from blowing us up! He'll die!" Sealand cried out. All the nations looked around and found that America was nowhere to be seen. Greece, Germany, Sweden, France, Turkey, Prussia, and Portugal began to hurriedly dig through the rubble. The strongest nations all began to scrape their palms, all except Russia. He stood back behind the crowd, he was mortified at it.

America... His soulmate... Might die?

The large man charged forward with his aura.

"Back off, weaklings," he commanded. His aura was engulfing the room so the strong nations obeyed. Russia reached into his coat and brought out his pipe. With one swift swipe downwards, Russia destroyed the entire pile of rubble. Underneath was blood, a lot of blood. The bomber was nothing more than a pile of burnt flesh, so they weren't at all fazed. It was America's body that left them all sick, it was intact for the most part. But the explosion had seared his entire chest and neck, and his abdomen was bubbling flesh that left a part of his intestines exposed to the open world.

"Someone call 9-1-1! Now!" Canada screamed as he knelt at his brother's head. Russia felt so broken as he watched the scene unfold. It all happened in slow motion: the chaos was so beautiful yet tragic. Russia watched as they quickly rolled America into an ambulance, he heard the sirens' echo around him as they drove away from him, he felt every shred of his being slowly die. The nations all drove themselves to the hospital and waited in the ER for hours. Many left as time passed, with only Canada and Russia by the end.

As soon as Alfred was out of surgery, the doctor informed the two that Alfred's body was too weak to survive. The blow rendered him comatose and on life support, it tore them apart. As soon as they entered the hospital room, Canada was in tears. The two nations watched all the machines and talked to the pale American for hours.

"He doesn't have much more time, he's suffering far too much. Pulling the plug is the best thing you could do for him," the doctor explained as he talked to them. Canada nodded and Russia remained silent. He was staring down at America with empty eyes. The large nation nearly jumped a foot in the air as he hand patted his shoulder.

"I will inform the nations aboot his condition. I'm sure plenty of them wish to bid him farewell. Be back in an hour, eh," Canada left the room, leaving Russia alone. The emptiness in his eyes disappeared as tears finally fell down his cheeks.

"Fredka, how could you leave me so soon? I know I never admitted it, but you were always my everything. I wanted for so long to tell you that I loved you, but I was too scared. Now, now I'll never get a chance," Russia's body began to tremble as he continued to cry, "we could have been married with children by now if I was brave, like you. We could have had a huge wedding wherever you wanted. We could have danced our wedding night away and used our honeymoon to make beautiful children. We could have had a family that would do everything together. We could have gone on family vacations together to beautiful places. We could have spent holidays cuddled by a fire drinking coffee or hot cocoa while the children opened their presents. We could have been so happy together, my dearest Fredka," Ivan began to feel rage, "BUT NOT ANYMORE!!! WE CAN NO LONGER BE HAPPY BECAUSE YOU SAVED EVERYONE!!! YOU PLAYED THE HERO AND SAVED EVERYONE EXCEPT YOURSELF!!! YOU LEFT ME ALONE IN THIS GOD DAMN WORLD!!! YOU IDIOT!!! I NEED YOU IN MY LIFE!!! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Russia punched the wall, being careful not to hit any machines. He then gently coddled America's upper body against his chest, "I'm begging you, Fredka... Please, don't leave me alone," he whispered as more tears streamed down his face and onto America's face and body. The tears began to glow and America opened his eyes. He saw Russia above him and smelt his musk. Alfred smiled softly and inhaled Ivan's hair deeply.

"bonfires and a cool, winter breeze..." Alfred whispered weakly. Ivan immediately was shocked and looked Alfred in the eyes. The warm blue sapphires were glimmering, "My Vanya, my soulmate," Alfred ripped off the breathing mask as the two sealed their lips passionately. That's the exact scene the G8 walked into.

"RUSSIA YOU BLOODY ARSE GET OFF MY BROTHER LIKE THAT!!!"

"RUSSIA ARU, LET HIM BREATH!"

"VE~ RUSSIA YOU'RE GOING TO CHOKE HIM! GERMANY STOP HIM!"

"RUSSIA! ZIS IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR!"

"RUSSIA, I WILL NOT LET YOU DEFILE MY BROTHER! GET YOUR 'ANDS OFF OF HIM!"

"RUSSIA-SAN! RESPECT AMERICA-SAN'S SPACE!"

"I'M ABOOT TO KILL YOUR VODKA DRINKING ASS!"

The group was silenced when Alfred clutched Ivan's shirt and pulled him in again, ignoring the nations around him. The two brightly glowed like the true soulmates they were.