RusAme- To much, not enough Time

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Confederate States of America

Where am I? Somethings not right. I should go to Ame. But...Something's wrong. I can't move. "So. You're awake?" I gasped at the person who came into view. "S-Soviet?! What are you-" He laughed. "Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. I can't." What?

"How much do you know about country death?" I shrugged. Something was off. USSR never acted like this, even when he and Ame were discussing his retirement. "What is going on? Why are you acting like this?" He sighed. "There seems to be something wrong with America."

I coughed. "WHAT!?! I NEED TO GO TO HIM THEN!" I struggled to move, but couldn't move. "Calm down Confederate." "NO! I PROMISED I'D NEVER LEAVE HIM! HE'S ALONE, HE'S RELAPSING, HE-He-he-he's going to die again..."

America(Past)

I looked out of the helicopter. It was weird. This wasn't right. "I can't do this, Soviet." The Soviet put his hand on my back. "Calm. You do great. It your idea." I nodded. It wasn't my best idea. But I don't have a choice. I looked over at USSR. He was looking at a picture. "Are those your kids?" He nodded. 

"Cute Menaces. Best kids." I laughed. "Yeah. Kids are the best." My mind drifted off to my children, worried and scared that I'll be killed. "We here." I gulped. "God, I can't do this." I murmured. He hugged me. He was a bit cold and his jacket was hard.

"You come alive. World be fine." I smiled and let go of him. "Alright. See you in London!" I waved him goodbye and jumped out of the helicopter. I sighed as I parachuted down. This is nuts...I don't like it any more then you do, but We have to. Soon we reached the ground. I sighed. This was nuts.

"Hello there America." Japenese empire. "What is a small country like you doing here?" I growled. "What are you doing, still trying to accomplish what was lost when Nazi  died?" She laughed. "OH AMERICA! You are a joker!" Her face grew serious. "I'm not continuing what he wanted. I want to dominate all of Asia and the americas.

"But Imagine my surprise when I found out you have Children! This just makes victory even better when I kill you and your kids." My eyes widened. "You wouldn't." She smiled. She totally would. Being around Nazi's corrupted her. 

"I won't let you do that. I won't let you hurt anyone else. Especially my children." I pulled out two arrow-dart things, along with a bow. She laughed. "You think a bow and an arrow will stop me?" I frowned. "No. But these aren't just arrows." I shot the first arrow.

It hit right in her left arm, causing it to explode. "WHAT THE-" "Say hello to my new weapons. The atomic bombs. You just met 'Little boy.'" I knocked the next arrow, as she ran toward me with her katana. She's getting to close! There's no clear shot! I gulped. She smiled. "Not bad." SHUNK. 

She stabbed me. In the chest. "But I'm better." I'm going to die. I won't be able to see them again...BUT I CAN GET HER! I stabbed the arrow in her chest and she exploded. I laughed weakly. "'Fat boy' got you." I whispered as I fell to my knees. AME! NO! DoN't DiE! "It's fine, Con. I'll-" I coughed. Blood was rising in my chest. I couldn't breathe.

Was this how I was going to die? My vision blurred to dark...

And I opened my eyes. I was standing there. Her sword in my hand. "I-I'm alive?" I whispered in shock. "H-How?" I heard crying. Looking over, I saw a little girl. She had cat ears and a tail, along with a red circle in the middle. "A-Are you okay?" She sniffed. 

"y-yeah. Mean mommy is gone! No evil now!" She smiled through her tears. I picked her up. "You still miss her though?" She nodded. "It's okay. We will always miss people, even if they were bad."  I thought back to my brother.

America (Present)

I groaned, picking up the sword. "Look at this. Your own mistake in the sword. Can't you see it? My anguish?" I nodded. I was just a mess. I can't even die. "But you can. How?" I laughed. I don't have control of my body. It's just to much. I can't stop what is happening. Not until my attack is over.

"I had already cut. What else did you want me to do?" I whispered. "I want you to die." I want to too. But I can't. I have kids. I have them. They care about me, and I care about them. Until they can run things themselves, I'm staying alive. I won't give in to suicide just yet. I can wait another year. "Oh? Another year? Of us torturing you? Sure. Good luck with that." 

I collapsed on the floor. Finally. I grabbed my phone. 5:34 am. I was late. I got up and ran to my car. I need to get there. U.N was expecting me. As I drove, I bandaged my arms one by one. I sighed as I parked my car.

Confederate States of America

USSR groaned. "HE DIDN'T TELL US?" I rolled my eyes. "He literally just died and came back to life. He didn't even understand what happened. Besides, you guys weren't the very nicest to him." Soviet nodded. "So, Why is he in danger?" USSR looked over at me.

"America is the world's superpower. He is the one everyone either hates or follows. However, as any superpower would know, You are often haunted by your past. America more than others." What? He sat down, looking at me still. 

"America has a unique origin, different from any other country. His past, his mistakes, his...murders give him the country's version of PTSD." "I know. He's always having trouble." He shook his head. "It's more than that. All of our hatred toward America manifested in another being. It's that that is torturing America." 

"Our...Hatred is causing Ame to be suicidal?" I whispered. He nodded. "How do we help him?!" "We can't. We're dead. America is the only one who can get rid of this." I sighed.

"How?"

"He needs to realize he needs help. He needs to know he is more than what he thinks."

"He needs Russia."

"WHAT?!