Addicted (America x Germany) DISCONTINUED

Ch. 14 Silence

(America's POV, Pouring rain, a couple of hours after Russia was snatched.)

 I woke to the pounding of rain. It was a lazy awakening, I didn't feel the need to bolt upright after hours of mental torture from my old pal Confederate. But, maybe it wasn't him, maybe it was all just my imagination. Either way, I realized I wasn't at my house.

 Sobs came from the side of the bed, on the floor. I tried to move but my limbs restricted me from doing so. It felt like hot knives were being pushed against my skin, but pulling away just before it causes real damage. Just a hot, searing sensation all over my arms and legs. The rain sounded like the boots of men marching and running into battle. Flashes of the things I'd witnessed while asleep assaulted my mind. 

 I wanted to groan out loud because of how tired I was, but it felt like I'd slept for a thousand years. The sobs quieted down and turned into soft breathing. Maybe they went to sleep.

 A clinking could be heard outside, and the doorknob slowly turned. He was looking down, his black hair shielding his eyes from the sight of me. He looked over the person on the floor and threw a blanket over them. I wonder who was down there.

 That face was so familiar. I saw their face while asleep. Germany. That's the name, but I don't recall where I know them from. Experiences played in front of me like a movie while I was sleeping. Their amber eyes lighting up those memories just as the sun kisses the land. He would laugh, and I decided that his smile was the best thing I've ever seen.

 He had a cup of something in his other hand, trembling slightly as he blew on the steaming beverage. I assumed it was coffee. I knew I couldn't let him see me awake. I had to get out of here. Staying still was excruciating, I wanted so badly to get up and stretch but I couldn't risk him looking at me one more second.

 I decided to close my squinting eyes and relax. He'd leave eventually, right? The sound of him taking a drink reached my ears and I could feel his eyes boring into my skull as if he already knew I was awake.

 After a good long minute, I heard him step out the door and close it. Finally.

 Grunting while I stretched, my mucles protested as I sat up and looked around. I was barely able to swing my legs over the side of the bed from how weak I was. My head got really light, and the room started to spin. Probably from not eating or drinking. 

 How long have I been here?

 The figure on the floor was sound asleep, the rise and fall of their chest somewhat comforting.

 I froze and my breath hitched in my chest when they turned to face me.

 I let out a sigh of relief. Japan was still sleeping. Although what was Japan doing here in the first place?

 Her silk white hair lay in front of her face, covering her forehead and part of her cheek.

 She looked as though she was having a bad dream, her features taught and pulled into a sort of a scowl. 

 "Sorry Japan, I can't risk waking you up. You'd lose your shit seeing me and I don't have the energy to deal with you and memory boy out there." I whispered as quietly as I could while stepping around her and out toward the window.

  The carpeted room was rather plain, a normal bedframe and a small wardrobe against the wall near the closet. The closet had sweaters and some jackets hung up. Nothing was hung on the walls, no posters, and it was just plain white. Maybe Germany would paint later on.

 I shook myself from those thoughts and looked out the window. City lights illuminated the street below, and Central Park sparkled with street lamps and glistening light reflected from the moon on the lakes. There was a fire escape ladder just outside the window.