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Betrayal 🔪 🇺🇸🇷🇺

Let's bring some angst into the mix shall we? A friend and I were thinking of story ideas and I finally got one.

Warnings: Cheating, heartbreak

Ships: Russia x America, Russia x Fem!Germany

Info: I put America as the youngest cuz why not :P

America's point of view

Russia's been gone for three days. He hasn't answered any of my calls or texts. Our three year anniversary was yesterday. I think he's cheating on me.

My phone rings and it was my friend, Japan. I put the phone to my ear as I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Ame..."

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"Are you sitting down?" she asked me slowly.

"Yes...? Why does that matter?" she cleared her throat.

"I saw Russia with Germany. They were in the cafe drinking coffee and kissing." my heart dropped.

"I-" I took a breath, "Thank you for telling me, I have to go." she tried to say something but I already hung of the phone.

I started to sob and I tried to wipe away the tears, but they were going down too fast. My phone dinged three times. Two photo messages were from Japan as there was one message from Russia saying he would be home in an hour.

I opened up the messages from Japan. There was one photo of them kissing and another photo of them looking at each other in the eyes lovingly. I can't believe I wasted three years with him. I could have continued being a model but I stopped doing it because he didn't want me to leave him. Why was I such an idiot?!

I wiped the tears and stood up. He's out, he can run to his girlfriend, Germany. I grabbed a basket and went to our room. I bought him most of these clothes, I bought him most of his jewelry, I bought him most of everything and this is how he treats me?

I stuff everything into the basket. When I was done, I looked at the Polaroids I took of us. There were photos of us on the beach, having a picnic, playing at the park, and even pictures of us when we first met.

Tears started to rise back up. No, no, we are through. A cheater is always a cheater. I snatched them all off the wall. I'm burning these, I don't want any memories of these. I put them in the basket. I grabbed the lighter from inside of the kitchen and went outside.

I took about 120 photos of us, three years of memories destroyed. I started burning one picture at a time. The fire slowly eating up the paper turning it to ash. Each picture that burned, I felt more sadness in my heart.

When I got to the 78th photo, I heard a car pull up. It was obviously my ex's but I wasn't going to pay attention to him. I heard him near me and I started talking.

"I could have continued to be a model, Russia. You do know that, right?" I burned the next photo.

I looked up at him. He stopped in his tracks and nodded his head.

"Yeah, I know that, but you would have left me and I didn't want that," I dropped the photo to the ground and let it burn, "why are you telling me this?" I went onto the next photo.

"I really didn't want to believe it, but then I got sent photos from my good friend, Japan. She sent me photos of you and Germany together, kissing and looking at each other as if you guys were married." his face paled.