Handcuffs (RusAme)

Chapter 2

A/N: if triggered by mentions of violence or blood, avoid reading the part with the warning. Thank you, and enjoy reading.

"So.... My house or your house?"

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America waited, standing in the chilly air of Russia's territory, waiting for said Russian to open the door. Once unlocked and opened, Russia walked inside, continuing the silence that had been present during the entire walk to the house.

America followed, and before he could take another step further, Russia stopped him, and pointed at his worn out and dirt covered sneakers.

America huffed, but obliged, and took his sneakers off with his feet, and nudged the footwear to the side. Russia nodded, and continued further along in his home, having taken off his shoes as well.

America poked around, his eyes looking everywhere, absorbing in any information that he could. But what piqued his interest the most was the photos. They were everywhere. Photos of all of Russia's siblings, friends (which was very few, including only Germany, Switzerland, and North Korea, whom Russia tolerated only because he'd been taught to tolerate his allies.

America, the occasionally clumsy bastard he is, accidentally bumped into a small table, almost knocking over a picture.

Russia reacted quickly, grabbing the frame with its precious contents in it, checked for any damage, and placed the image back.

"Well this is a surprise. Cold hearted bitch Russia has objects with sentimental value." was the American's only remark. To which he earned a glare from Russia.

America followed Russia, still taking every little detail and storing it in his mind for future use.

America was so distracted, that he hadnt noticed when Russia had stopped walking. America crashed into Russia, and America flinched as he fell backwards, prepared for his ass to meet the ground.

The american opened his eyes in surprise when his arm, on which was the handcuff, jerked up. Russia had pulled his cuffed arm a bit, just enough to stop America from falling on the ground.

"Oh... "

Russia gave a forced smile to America, and turned back to what ever it was he was doing.

Unfortunately, America had to provoke Russia further.

"So you do care!"

And with that, Russia lifted America up as high possible, and let gravity take charge as he dropped him.

.:. Warning .:.

America yelped, and banged his head on a table stand. His eyes dimmed, his vision flickering, and fell unconscious. A small trickle of blood trailed off his forehead and dripped in tiny droplets, pooling on the ground around America's head.

.:. warning is over .:.

Russia only glanced at the sound, and went back to the papers he was putting away. Russia did a sudden double take, looked back, and muttered a few... colorful words in russian.

He lifted the American up, making sure the American was settled on his back, and carried America piggy-back style to the bathroom.

Russia pulled out a few bandages. And bandaged the other country's head.

"I do not vant to be chained to a corrpse." Russia muttered, once his task was finished.

Now, all Russia did was sit against the bath tub and wait for a few hours.

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Once awake, America blinked several times, his vision still blurry. He looked around, and reached out his hands, searching for nothing in particular. His hands met a warm figure.

America was cold, the chilly air of the bathroom making his skin freezing. So he followed his instinct and crawled towards the source of warmth, and curled up against it.

With the warmth, and a growing head ache, America fell asleep.

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Russia had fallen asleep, bored, after an hour of waiting. He awoke two hours later with an object- no, person, clutching his arm and burrowed into his side.

Russia frowned, and shook the figure off.

"Mmmmm... Not now, dad.... Ten more minutes..."

Russia growled softly in annoyance, and shook America slightly more violently.

"No..."

Russia was now, yet again, pissed. So he reached for the bar of soap, chipped off a piece, and turned back to America.

Russia then pulled America's mouth open and slipped the soap inside.

Said american thought it was food, and chewed a bit. The taste made his eyes open as quick as a flash. He coughed, and spit into his hand, which he then wiped on his shirt.

He turned around, his vision now much clearer than before. His eyes stopped on a certain Russian who wore a neutral expression. But if you looked closely, you would see smugness in his eyes.

"Asshole!"

"It iz mutual, Amerika." replied Russia.

The two sat in a suffocating silence. Russia suddenly got up.

"Well then. I have a few movvies you may vind interrresting enough to stay occupied vor a few hours."

With that, America got up, knowing better than to question what Russia meant by that.

The two walked to Russia's basement, where Russia had a television, a small rug, and a sofa. A bit of litter layed around, remnants of when the Russian's younger siblings visited.

America plopped down on the couch, and Russia was beside him. Russia pulled out his phone, put a pillow to act as a barrier between the two, and began working.

Meanwhile, America used the remote to look through the few movies Russia had on the TV.

Eventually, America settled for the movie 'Battle Royale' and added the English subtitles. Russia looked up, remembering when Japan had shown him the movie. Russia was fairly certain that she had gotten the movie from a rather suspicious library (basically an illegal library where you download a movie) , but he had chosen not to question it. After all, if he had made any objections to the movie and how Japan had obtained it, he would seem rather hypocritical.

A/N: ok... quick note; Battle Royale is a pretty good movie. If you ever get the chance, watch it! The story plot is a class of kids who get put on an island, and they fight to the death. And the last survivor gains a reward, and returns back to a 'normal life'. It is basically Fortnite; Battle Royale, but with more of a plot and less physics defying devices. Plus, the movie was filmed and released before Fortnite was released.

... Yeah, I should stop blabbing about a movie that probably nobody will watch.