Town of Death

Chapter 4 - His trust

This is not Rusame. I repeat this is not Rusame, it is just America giving Russia some sort of pep talk

Ok now onwards. Enjoy.

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Russia's pov

It took some time, but they finally pulled me out of the room where I just witnessed my boyfriend die in. I couldn't stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes as they drag me out of the room. Looking back into the room, I could see them place the blanket, that was neatly lying on his body, over his head – showing everyone that he is now dead. America puts an arm around my shoulders, so I look over at him. Tears filled eyes that weren't covered by sunglasses for once, but his mouth still held a comforting smile. Breaking down, I cry into his clothed shoulder; I could hear him start to sob again. Tightening my grip around him, my crying becomes more intense as I try to stop.

"W-Why d-did I-it h-have t-to b-be h-him" I stutter between sobs.

"H-he... is in a b-better place n-now" I could hear him whisper back: I loosen my grip. Taken this as an advantage, America changes his grip on me again along with Canada on my other side and they lead me out the hospital. I'm in that much grief, that I don't even hesitate or try to struggle. When we reach the car, I sit down in the back seat putting my head in my hands and started crying again. After America and Canada get in the car we set of.

After a while of driving, I realise that we arrived at my family house were my siblings live. I used to live here until I moved in with... him. Opening the door, we get out and start to walk down the pathway to the front door. Apparently, the car could be heard from outside, because out running came Ukraine and Belarus. Ukraine comes running first and engulfs me in a hug, followed by Belarus.

"We heard. I'm so so-so sorry Rus." Belarus cries hugging me.

"No, its... it's not your fault." I replied hugging back. I love when I get hugs from my siblings, they always comfort me even in the worst of times. Even when our father died and now when Germany died.

"We kept your old room and all its stuff in it, we knew you were gonna come back one day." I chuckle as we start to walk inside. Looking behind me, I see the two brothers' wave and then get back in the car. I walk inside but not before waving back. Once inside, I'm attacked by all my other siblings asking if I was ok or if I needed anything. Dismissing their questions, I suggest a movie. Movies were always fun because we would always point out what wrong with the film and then at the end, explain how it would of went down in real life. After many debates, Belarus won, with high school musical. Now I'm at the point that I regret it.

A day later (I'm speeding the story up because I want to get to the actual plotline)

Looking around the room, I see a massive American flag hung on the wall behind me on the bed. A brown desk with a gaming computer pushed to the far right to the room and a tank or two of oil next to it. A black dresser with picture frames on it next to those at the foot of the bed. Overall it was messy, but liveable. In the middle of the room was a frantic American, shoving his clothes and wrappers to the side and anywhere were they could be hidden.

"There is a thing called a bin you know." I told America as he picks a chocolate bar wrapper and throws it behind the bed that I was sitting on.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll clean it up later."

Standing up, I walk over to the dresser and look at the pictures that were framed. Most of them was of him and his family or friends doing the weird stuff they do but one specific one caught my eye. Picking it up, I examined it; it looked quite old but familiar. In the picture, stood America in some sort of suit with his arm slung around another countries shoulder. That country happened to be West Germany. You could tell it was West Germany as he had the emblem on his flag. When east died, his flag changed to the one he has nowadays; his name changed too due to him owning the entire country now and not just a portion of it. In the picture he seemed to have a mix of facial expressions: shy but angry but also calm yet overly excited, like he was told good news then was forced to take a picture but didn't want to- in conclusion his expression was confusing. It was dated 1989, a year before them reuniting and easts death. I smile at the picture.