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Oneshot 14 - Close to you

REMINDER: This was written before the situation with Ukraine, Russia, and the U.S!

A/N: Hello fellow hetalians! I'm finally gonna start my second serious hetalia oneshot. Ship? Rusame.

Basically, what I interpret from this song is basically dealing with grief. The one they cherish has died and they go back on memories. I'm not gonna spoil the end of this fic >:)

Again this song is in Japanese but there is an English translation so my fellow English speakers can understand. Alright, let's start the fic.
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Russia remembered life before.. well it was a sensitive topic among the nations of the world. Especially the G8. Or...should I say G7...

We still had England, France, China, Japan, Germany, Italy, and Russia, but... wait where was America?

Well let's start things a month before.

It was a beautiful day outside in a random field somewhere. Ivan didn't remember.

He and Alfred were laying in the tall, soft grass looking up at the sky. That's how they would sometimes spend their days. Just looking up into the sky.

Alfred sighed contentedly. It was just perfect. Nothing could go wrong. Nothing at all.

Oh. But it all did go wrong.

For a while protests split the country apart from it's government. The government was basically fighting the people and no matter what they did, how much they tried, it all came crashing down.

That night Ivan heard a scream from Alfred's room and ran to the personification. Said personification looked paler. His normally wide blue eyes were now smaller than usual, his naturally tanned skin now pale, his silky wheat hair, now was grayish and looked damaged.

But that wasn't the point the point was that Alfred was coughing up blood and screaming, scars were all over him, he felt like his was being clawed by the nails of his people, that they were trying to hang on to him.

Ivan rushed into the room and held America in his arms, using his phone to call the other nations. They all hurried to the American's home, if you could even call him that.

The Italy brothers paled at the sight. They had seen this before.

"He's fading..." Italy said in disbelief. Grandpa Rome had gone through the same things America was going through.

"Wait what? I knew there were riots in America for a while but not severe enough to break a country!" England said in disbelief as the others gaped in shock.

"From what I remember I saw a news article that said zhat America was falling apart. Zhat zhe government had been overthrown by zhe people." France said looking at his little brother and wiping blood from the now unconscious nation.

"Ve~it might take a while since America is a very big country." Italy said sadly, looking at his almost dead bestfriend.

Romano couldn't even look at the sight. He had lived with America and defended America so they were friends. He helped him realize that he was just as good as Italy, that he was Italy.

England sobbed. He knew that he still held grudges for the revolutionary war but for England he was still he little colony to him. Someone to protect from harm. Seeing him, such a young nation, die before him was heartbreaking.

Japan wasn't crying, his face was blank, but on the inside he was sobbing.

China cleaned the nation. He applied lavender that was in his bag to the nation to make him calm. He sighed as he saw the now asleep almost transparent nation in Russia's arms.

Canada cried for his brother. He was so sorry for everything he ever did to him, 1814, pointing out his flaws. Canada would never forgive himself for this.

Italy held on to Germany and cried in his shoulder.

Germany had a stoic face but you could see tears forming in his eyes.

Finally after everyone said their goodbyes America faded from Russia's arms.

And for the 3rd time, the world wept.
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Russia looked at the cup of coffee mixed with vodka and smiled at America.

"Thank you." Ivan said blowing the steaming cup and sipped it.

"Anytime dude!" America said smiling back at Ivan.

The two friends hung out that day, America showed him around New York , like museums, famous places, and talked alot about the state.

Russia couldn't help but smile along with the hyper nation as he laughed at a corny Joke but it all ended when he got a call from his boss telling him he needed to go back to his country. The two friends were heartbroken by the call but Russia packed his bags anyways and America almost killed them while they drove to the airport but the two friends said goodbye and Russia boarded his plane

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Russia thought of America as he sat in the plane. He thought of how happy he was with America, how his mood drastically changed whenever he was with the shorter nation.

Maybe one day he would be able to tell America how he felt, maybe.
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Russia woke up in a strange white void with snow falling around him. He was very aware of what was going on and he started walking.

The snow crunched as he walked aimlessly around. He heard a familiar voice from next to him.

It was him and America in a field together. He wasn't sure which field but it was a field. The memory looked painted on to the snow.

He heard a laugh coming from behind him and he saw an angel like America. The angel ran as he laughed, prompting Russia to chase after him. The angel only laughed, the cowlick on his head bobbing as he ran.

Russia tried to run faster but he couldn't. The angel eventually out ran him and Russua was left in a white space. He looked around him and saw another painting on snow.

America was smiling in this one. It looked like him and America had just got back from a world meeting. Russia smiled softly.

'I never got to tell him...'

Laughter was once again behind him, it was getting darker in this world and Russia had yet to wake up. The angel glowed in the darkness, making it easier to see.

Russia stood still as the angel wrapped his wings around him, making Russia close his eyes before falling asleep.
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Russia sat up in his bed, sweat dripping down his face.

'It was just...a dream?'

Ivan was confused. It felt so real! He could hear the memories clear as day, he could feel the angel's wings, he could feel everything.

Was it just a dream?
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Fuck this oneshot. I've been procrastinating on it for months and it seems fine on it's own.