Pure madness (country oneshots) (read at your own risk)

Ame (x) Russ💕

America came home late again.
Bunch of hickeys littered on his neck, hickeys that were definitely not from Russia.

He closed the door as quietly as he could to sneak up into their room and cuddle up with his fiancé. Before he could turn around though the lights turned on, a very angry and tired looking russia standing in the hallway by the light switch. America gulped.

"Where were you?" Russias cold, deep voice broke the loud silence.
Americas ears were ringing, he felt like he was suffocating.

He slowly looked up at the Russian, thinking that making eye contact would calm him but he was terribly wrong.
America felt weak in the knees, he couldn't think of what to say.

He was always so terrified of this. He never wanted this but deep down he knew it was bound to happen. Still, he hoped Russia would have mercy on him. 

"You aren't even gonna say anything?"

The shorter slowly lowered himself to the floor and sat still, head hung low with his eyes screwed shut.
He could feel the tears already swell in his eyes.

He heard the Russian put on his long warm coat he used to give him when he was cold in the winter.
All the times they used to go walk in the park not far away from their apartment on cold December nights. Whenever America was so cold he was shaking and shivering, Russia would give him that coat, much to Americas disapproval.

The tears started flowing from Ames eyes, running down his cheeks.

America then heard a bunch of keys hitting the wood of the little table in the hallway, they were Russias keys, wait- oh no.

"America this just isn't working out. I've given you so many chances yet you always fuck up," he didn't sound mad, just very disappointed, and honestly that made America feel even worse.

"Listen Америка, блядь- I still love you, okay?" Russia chocked out, his voice cracking.

After that it was silent. Russia was trying to calm down and gain his composure again while America was just trying his hardest not to start sobbing violently and beg Russia to stay.

"We can't do this, America. You're not ready for a commitment," Russia began again coldly. He looked down at America again.

"Russia please, don't do this- give me another chance. I can't- I can't live without you," he tried telling him between sobs.

The tall Russian pulled the ring off his finger and puts it next to the keys with slow hands, being much more gentle with the small object than the keys he basically just threw on the table.

America didn't dare to make any noise anymore, he was scared of even moving. He felt like banging his whole body against the wall he was leaning on until he passed out.

Taking one last glance at America, Russia turned the key in the lock to open the door and leave one last time, slamming the door shut behind him.

"I'm so sorry"
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Basically pulled this out of the dumpster of my brain.
It feels unfinished and trashyyyy