The Runaway - CountryHumans - AU

Chapter 2 - Россия

*Russia*

England and 13 Colonies were walking to the park and were holding hands, it stopped raining and the clouds started to disappear, Colonies was full of untamed energy. France said for the two to go outside and do something healthy for both of them. So England decided to go to the park with Colonies so that he could have some father and son time. The London England air of the 1700s was cool with a colder breeze but with the proper clothing, the Countries could be warm.

England was wearing his usual suit with his top hat. America was wearing a white long sleeve with a light brown wool shirt.

As the two approached the park there were many kids playing on the playground, most of them looked America's age who was 8-years-old. The small boy looked up at his father who was looking at something. America followed his gaze to an adult on one of the benches. He stood out with his Ushanka hat and his cold-weather outfit. His hat and scarf were covering most of his face.

"USSR!" England called. The other adult looked at who called his name. When he saw it was England he slightly smiled and walked over.

"Англия *England*. How are you?" The Russian said with his accent

"I'm doing just fine."

The USSR looked down at America who was looking at all the other kids playing. "Who's this?" He said bending down. The American looked at the tall figure and smiled wide.

"I'm America!" He said. His gray eyes amazed USSR, and USSR's eye-patch made the boy amazed. "But some people call me 13 Colonies."

"Well, what do you want me to call you?"

America thought, his father said to have people call him 13 Colonies because that's his 'formal' name but America liked people to call him by his real name. But this is my choice. He's asking me.

"You can call me America," America said going on his toes to try to be taller. The Soviet Union giggled and moved his scarf so that he could speak more clearly. America saw his fangs, yellow snake-like eyes, an eye-patch, he looks a little scary but in a cool way.

"Well America, I'm the Soviet Union but you can call me USSR." The scary/not scary Country said, touching America's nose.

"You know I have a son like you," he said in his Russian accent.

"Really?!" America said feeling his energy rise up.

"Россия!" *Russia* USSR called standing up and looking at the playground. A little boy with a flag that was white, blue, and red came out of the flag running to the adult and almost tripped but made it to the group. He saw the two strangers and hide behind his father.

"Кто они?" *Who are they?* The little Russian asked.

"Они друзья." *They are friends* USSR assured him. "Этот парень в твоем возрасте" *That guy is your age* USSR pointed to America who was confused because he couldn't understand their language.

"Привет." *Hi* Russia said not hiding as much. Russia had the same kind of hat as his father but had lighter colors. He wasn't wearing as much of winter wear as his father either just a white shirt with blue sleeves.

"He says hi." USSR translated. America waved a hi back.

"Russia doesn't know much English," USSR explained. "America do you want to try and teach him your language."

America gasped in excitement letting go of his father's hand not answering but doing. "Come on Russia!"

The two boys ran over to the playground.

The two adults smiled and laughed. Know that the two boys were gone England asked his question.

"What brings you here?"

The Soviet stopped smiling and hid half of his face in his scarf again.

"I came here for you." he replied, "Something is happening and I need your help."

"What is it?" The Brit said now worried for his friend.

"I just..." USSR sounded nervous and his expressions were hard to see. "I need England's sailors." He folded his arms to his is discomfort.

England was surprised, Russia was a large country surely they could manage sailing boats.

"Why? doesn't your land have many capable of sailing?"

"Yes but-" The tall country sigh. "I can't let my own Country know what's happening to me-" He suddenly stopped. He said too much. USSR hid in his scarf hoping to avoid what he said.

England got scared, what could be happening to him?

"What...?" England said quietly.

"It's nothing... Just forget I said anything." USSR turned around and tried to walk away but England grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

"USSR. What is wrong?" England said putting his hand on the other's shoulder, not meaning to raise his voice. Quickly looking to see if anyone was listening, not many people were at the playground anymore and those there were caught up in watching their children.

"..." USSR stayed quiet but lifted his left hand. England let him go to see that his hand was gloved but not the other one. The Russian looked around one more time and then looked at his hand. He slowly removed his glove. England gasped.

Soviet Union's left hand was cracked all over and one piece was separated from his fingers and just slowly floating. "Wha..." England breathed.

"England... I'm dying."

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Russia and America sat in the grass picking flowers and picking their petals. Russia was on his stomach and America was on is knees. Before they played a small game of tag. They hadn't been there too long, America was thinking about how kind his dad was in the morning. His father was pretty strict with him and he didn't know why. Was his dad going to change? America softly gasped at the thought. We could have fun forever! Like, let me play with him instead of going to school or him go to work.

"Colonies!" A familiar British voice called down the hill. "Россия!" A Russian voice called. America stood up on his feet and so did Russia, the two boys looked at each other, and Russia had a challenging smile and dashed to the two voices. America followed as fast as he could. No way am I going to let Russia beat me. America thought.

England and USSR were at the bottom of the hill. America panted as he stopped next to his father, the two small boys tied in their small race.

"Alright Colonies time to go," England said, sounding more serious then America expected. The two adults were laughing before this. Russia grabbed on to his father's arm and looked back at America and waving.

"Пока Америка" *Bye America.* Russia said. USSR waved with him but didn't say anything. England and America walked away, America looked behind him every second or so to see the Russians. He hoped he would see them again, something just told him that he needed to help them.

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All art above is done by me.

Sorry if my Russian is bad, 100% google translate.

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