Year of Farewell | Countryhumans AmeRus Story

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This is not historically accurate. Please try and correct me about any events that includes an event that has not happened and you want it to happen.

Note:
(Male) North Korea = King George II

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☭8:51PM, Sunday 13th January, 1991☭

Russia held onto him, firmly.

America didn't mind it but noticed the sudden silence. He held Russia a little closer looking around making sure there was no one to hurt him.

Then they heard a shivery breath. Russia instantly clutched onto America, whimpering in fear. America placed one hand on the boy's back and the other hand on his trouser pocket, were there was a fully loaded pistol with 17 bullets.

He looked around and into the large bushes and tall grass on the other side of the path where it led to a forest. He then shot 3 bullets and there was lots of rustling. He then ducked him and Russia down as a gunshot was flared.

Russia clutched onto his chest, terrified. America shot 11 more times till they waited a few minutes and all the noise stopped. America cautiously approached the area he was shooting at, leaving Russia on the path as he panicked and then America cussed.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, the bitch got away!" He growled, going back to Russia who looked so innocent and scared, he regretted shooting though it was for safety.

"Hey, it's going to be fine, I promise" He smiled sympathetically.

"It's not, he's going to hurt my family" Russia cried, hugging America.

"Your Family is going to need to move, someone more unknown, don't tell anyone but me and my family, we'll sort it all out when we arrive to your home." America assured.

Soviet was almost crying when Russia arrived home, he thanked America and discussed the arrangements and then he left. The family had to grab everything they had, which was easy to pack in an hour.

Russia's siblings knew nothing and were surprised that they were moving so randomly.

☭2:07PM, Monday 14th January, 1991☭

It was a new home. It was rushed but it was a small house, better condition then their dirty cabin but it was in the ghetto (ra-ta-ta-ta). The furniture was already there, and Russia and his siblings feel asleep on the comfier bunkbeds.

Everyone had their own beds and Kyrgyzstan didn't have a bunk bed, so he got his own property to himself, uwu.

Kazakhstan had hit his wing age earlier than Kyrgyzstan because, well, I have no idea. Well, Kazakhstan still couldn't properly fly but Kyrgyzstan can, so they were both teaching each other, but anyway.

They had a couple hours of sleep before waking up. Russia and his siblings went downstairs, sitting down and eating some porridge.

Before he left, his father kept him behind for a minute.

"Roosiya, America has advised I give you this, America will also pick you, so you'll have less of a chance of attracting the bitch again, now go outside and stay safe and don't talk to him, he may be helping us, but we will never be friends, got it?" His father sighed, disgusted.

Russia nodded and soon realised why he was disgusted. It was the hoodie. It was pale pink and white hoodie with cat ears. It made his green eyes stand out.