Addicted (America x Germany) DISCONTINUED

Ch. 5

Quick note, this chapter is gonna switch between perspectives a lot, so yea.. anyway!

 (Russia's POV)

 I just got home from work and watched in disbelief as a short figure stepped out of my house, face redder than the color on his flag. I couldn't see his face all the way, but I had a feeling of who it was. I could feel the anger bubbling up inside of me as I clenched my fists and scowled.

 "Who the fuck are you?" I made sure my voice was deep and coated in fury, my accent only making it sound angrier. He turned around and-

 I knew it. It was fucking Germany. When did he show up? Why the hell was he here? Has America been cheating on me?! I scowled at him, and he gave me a startled look. He looked like he was about to cry. 

 "Russia? You-" He didn't finish his sentence and I took a step closer, eyeing him up and down. 

 "Came back for a visit huh? What the hell are you doing here Germany?" I towered over him, looking down into his pathetic scared face. He was still shaking, probably even worse since he saw me. 

 He mouthed words but no sound came out. He was probably trying to come up with a lie to protect America. I noticed America had been distant, but of course, I didn't think he would fucking cheat on me.

 "I- I... I moved here just yesterday- I've been staying with Japan." His voice was shaky and he kept gripping his sleeves.

 "So you just had to come see America huh? I always knew you would never be able to get over him." He looked down from that comment, not able to deny it. 

 When I was younger I used to spend time with his sister East. Not often, but I spent enough time with her to know that America had taken Germany to live with him, and my father took East.

 America wasn't much older than I was, but he had already been an independent country when he fought in WW1 and WW2. My father never liked to talk of such things, but America when he would talk with my father would boast of his victory. Now he hardly ever speaks to me about his past. I had no idea how close he and Germany really were, and that-

That scared me. I was jealous, though I would never admit it out loud.

 "I'm sorry- I didn't try anything I promise... just ask him, he doesn't even remember me." His voice broke and he rubbed his eyes with his sleeve. What a liar. How could Ame just not remember Germany? 

 "You're a bad liar Germany. Get out of my sight, and I dont want to see you here EVER again. Understand?" I smiled at the last word, moving aside so he could walk past me out onto the sidewalk.

  He didn't meet my eyes as he practically stumbled down the steps and stood watching me from the sidewalk.

(America's POV)

 Something about that guy freaked me out. He was so familiar. Where had I met him? It's like I've known him for years but have no clue who he is. I paced back and forth in the living room. 

 He looked kind of like the person in my dreams. 

 Was it him? Was this some sort of joke played on me by one of my friends? I had only told Japan about one or two dreams, keeping the rest to myself so that was ruled out.

 I sifted through memories, searching for that face and black, red, and yellow flag. I've seen it before I know it, but it seemed like those memories were selectively removed. How did he know my name? He even called me Ame, only Russia calls me that. 

 Gripping my hair and pulling was the best solution to the frustration of not remembering anything. Why couldn't I seem to organize my thoughts and remember things that aren't sad? I felt so tired. Russia was supposed to be home about 10 minutes ago-