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:

??? (Formerly Mahabad) = 15 ½

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☭4:53PM, Wednesday 16th January, 1991☭

Russia was talking with Canada about the project and Canada suggested since they were ahead of everyone else because they spent more time on it, they should take this day to enjoy some free time.

Russia walked over to America's room, who had an army uniform on and was looking into a box. He pulled out a gun.

"Hey...Amerika, why are you dressed like that?" He asked, peeking in.

"Oh Russia. I'm going off to the middle east. Ba'athist Iraq had invaded Kuwait a few months earlier and a friend of mine needs help, he's a region under the regime and he's been begging for help for a while now, so I'm coming over to help." He answered, he didn't know why he just spilled government information to his enemy's son but didn't care.

"B-but you could get hurt- "

"And you care?" America chuckled, ruffling his fluffy hair.

Russia grumbled and asked if he could go in which America very harshly snapped 'no' but Russia pleaded and begged, and he eventually let him for 1 day and he would be returned instantly.

He called USSR if he could take Russia over for some military experience. USSR was hesitant but thought maybe his son could get something off the America. Maybe. He let it, though he made America swear to keep him safe.

In a few hours it was the evening and while America was secretly calling troops in Kuwait, Russia and America were sneaking through the Northern part of Iraq to meet up with his friend.

They walked up to a mountain and while America was slowly walking, keeping an eye out, Russia happily walked to the top and caught a glimpse of the guy.

"...Rûsya?!"

"huh, do I know you?" Russia asked confused.

The guy instantly hugged him, being slightly taller. Russia was confused but noticed the scar on his face and hugged back. America came into the moment slightly confused.

"Mahabad, why are you here?!" Russia asked, confused.

"Uprising" He replied, looking at America.

"Mahabad, I thought you were- "

"Kurdistan, whose Mahabad?" America asked, very, very confused

"Sorry Amerika, I'm Mahabad, I never told you I was a Soviet state once." He sighed.

America was quite surprised; Russia was surprised at the new name but was happy to see his foster brother. Russia tried asking about life now, but he had a look of disappointment. Nothing changed, still scars, still bruises, still beatings. He asked about Russia and his family now and Russia explained things got better.

"Well, you're lucky..." He smiled sympathetically.

"I'm sorry you've had to deal with all...that" He mumbled, feeling bad his foster brother's life only got worse.

"It's fine, no nation can have interactions with my family and not betray us" He laughed.

Russia could spend the day with his brother, both enjoying the wildlife of the Zagros mountains and hunting a rabbit.

"So, what's with the new name?" He giggled.

"I didn't really like how it meant 'Settlement of the Moon' I feel more connected with the Sun, you know my ancient religions have always believed the Sun and Fire is something holy* so I thought I'd change it to Kurdistan, the stan bit meaning 'the land of' and 'Kurd' meaning tent-dweller as you know I'm fond of the mountains and I spend my time camping in the caves" He smiled, breathing in the air.

Russia felt less connected with his foster brother. He felt guilty he didn't ask his father to spare him. When Russia had to go back with America to their hotel. Russia was only going to stay the night and the next morning he'd be back. While he tried to sleep, America was suffering from a nightmare. He sweated; he couldn't get the days he hurt people out of his mind. He regretted it all.

Russia eventually woke up because his breathing got heavy and he was mumbling something.

He woke him up and he gasped, in shock panting. He crossed his legs and tried to calm down.

"Sorry...My pills don't work on nights like these..." He exhaled

"You want to talk about it?" He asked.

America looked at him, hesitant but sighed.

"Yeah...I just hate going on things like this...the war with my grandfather was already hard enough and then...I just can't...you know how the songs in the musical represent what happened to my people..." He muttered.

Russia nodded.

"To describe it all...When I was given my first command, I led my men straight into a massacre, I witnessed their deaths first-hand, I made every mistake and felt the shame rise in me and even now I lie awake, knowing history has its eyes on me...I've made more mistakes along the way and...I get it, I'm a dumb stupid nation, with irresponsible people but no one understands what it's like to carry the deaths of thousands of innocent people on your shoulders and you still have to act like nothing has happened...." He ranted, tears forming in his eyes.

Russia sighed and crawled on his lap, hugging him. America cried on his shoulder. He had never let his feelings out and it felt great. Russia comforted him the whole night and he could eventually sleep.

☭6:21AM,Thursday 17th January, 1991☭

Russia knew his father could use this against him and when he returned home, and his father asked if got anything....

"Nope, well...I did meet Mahabad" He blurted.

USSR gave him a look of shock and frowned.

"Please don't mention his name in this house." He snapped, guilty.(Shut up Soviet you sold us-)

Russia smiled, he then noticed something in his pocket. It was a small Hershey's from America...

It somehow tasted better...

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