Apocalypse [RusAme]

Chapter Eight

No one's POV

he put his hand on her shoulder " are you ok..?"

"y-yeah" her voice suddenly became raspy.

he tilted his head.

"My b-brother won't be the same anymore. . . If you know what I mean . ." She wished she had her sunglasses right now.

he frowned "I'm so sorry ame...I wish I could help..but I know the doctors are trying there best!"

"y-yeah, anyways! I'm going to have to buy new sunglasses and contacts! Do you know how much they cost?" She tried lightening up the mood.

he looked confused "ame this is a bunker..we don't have that kind of stuff..only the essentials.."

"no no! I mean when this thing is over! Hehe! Uh. Even though it might not be over for a long time-" she said fast as she blushed from embarrassment.

Russia blushed too from not knowing what she menat the first time "o-oh!! Sorry! Well I'm not entirely sure! I've forgotten how much!"

"n-no it's fine!" She bit her lip and looked away still slightly blushing.

Russia looked at her "uh..I see you met Germany!"

America looked at Germany and pat his head, "well, I met him and Japan when I woke up from passing out"

He giggled "oh geez, you met Japan!!"

"yep, my legs still hurt-" she held in her breathe, "I also kinda got in contact with the virus. My brother" she sighed, "I'm pretty sure I don't have it though?" America laughed nervously.

Russia backed away a bit "why would you do that..? You should go to the doctors, they need to see if you have it"

America became really nervous now, she never liked people avoiding her. But if she had the virus, now everyone will have to stay away from her.