The Stars During Winter (Countryhumans RUSAME) [Completed]

Chapter 40: part 1

America's POV:

I couldn't see anything but darkness. Nothing but an empty black void surrounding me, and i'm just floating in silence. Suddenly a white light appeared infront of me, and I was standing in the middle of an unfamiliar room.

I looked around and I was shocked to see my body in a hospital bed. I remembered what happened, I got shot, and I died, wait does this mean i'm dead? No no no this can't be.

???: "You're not dead my son, you're just unconsious"

That voice, it sounds so familiar. I turned around and saw a woman, standing next to the door smiling at me. It was my mother, France. A tear escaped from my eye as I saw my mom, extending her arms for a hug.

I immediately hugged her tightly as I continued crying, she patted my head while comforting me. Damn I missed this feeling, being comforted by your parents.

America: "Mom, I missed you so much...*sob*"

France: "Sshh shh...I missed you too, my son"

I turned my head back to look at my body on the hospital bed, I placed my hand on my forehead and kept on looking at my emotionless face. Damn, how long was I been unconsious?

France: "You haven't woken up for 4 weeks, and yes, I can read your mind"

America: "Well, that's good to know...*sigh*"

France: "You're worried for someone else too, America?"

Then suddenly Russia appeared at the door, and brought a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He placed the bouquet on a nearby table, and sat next to the hospital bed. He deeply sighed and kept on staring at my unconcious body, as he placed his hand on mine.

He talked about what happened at school and everything, still holding my hand. Funny that he doesn't even know that I was listening right beside him.

France: "He's such a sweet boy, now I know why you love him America"

America: "I wish father's open minded like you, Mom. He's such a dick"

France: "I know he is..He just didn't know what he was doing, sometimes our anger gets the best of us all...give him a second chance, things will turn out okay"

America: "I...*sigh*...Okay, Mom"

???: "So you're my son's crush?"

Then another spirit figure appeared in the room, and it's a male this time. His arms were crossed while leaning against the wall. He was wearing a long brown coat, and also wearing the same hat as Russia.

My mom said "hello" to him in her foreign language, and i'm just here confused as fuck. I don't even know this person, but he does look very familiar. Mom pats me in the back and introduced him to me, that's when I remebered that It was Russia's father.

France: "Your not very phased with this, USSR?"

Soviet: "Well, it's no surprise really. My son already confessed to me, and told me everything about you. Now it made sense why my son likes you, you're quite a catch.."

America: "Umm...thanks?"

Despite Mr. Soviet's cold appearance at first glance, he's really a nice and kind guy. Reminds me a bit of my Ruski, oh I wish to just hug and kiss him right now. After a few seconds I'm slowly fading away that I couldn't even see my hands anymore.

America: "What's going on, Mom?"

France: "You're going back, son"

America: "B-But, I wanna talk to you a little longer-"

France: "America, I'll always be with you...now go back to your love ones"

Mom cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead, as I closed my eyes and a tear escaped my eye once again.

Soviet: "America...tell my kids and my wife that I love them, alright?"

America: "I will Mr. Soviet..."

Russia's POV:

I sat down next to America, while holding his hand. For four weeks, I have been visiting him if I have any free time. Mostly after school or during weekends, and yet he hasn't woken up.

I haven't slept well either, everytime I close my eyes, I always remember the day he got shot. It was a total nightmare. I can't stop thinking that this whole situation is my fault, the urge to slightly cut myself is tingling my senses.

But I promised myself that i'll stay alive for him and my family, and I won't break that promise.

Russia: "*sigh*...I know you can't hear me, Ame. But please, wake up...your brothers need you, your friends need you..I..I need you..."

Then I felt something touching my hand. I looked at America's hand and it was moving, trying to properly holding mine.

Russia: "A-America? Ame?..."
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America: "Hey, Ruski..."

(Finally after two weeks I finish a chapter, phew. Online classes are really getting into me, making it hard to even write anything. Anyways, hope you guys liked chapter and so so sorry for the long wait. See ya guys on the next chapter)