Sad & Happy [RusAme]

Chapter 11

As he looked back to Japan there was no doubt that she was jealous. Russia turned his head back forwards in embarrassment, just to spot Ukraine standing next to the exit with Germany and Poland. The three stared intensely at the two taller countries. Russia thought this would be a perfect example of what you would call a drilling glare. With a swift movement he let go off America's hand and opened the door. "After you."

"Thanks." America walked outside, but Russia didn't immediately follow him. Instead he turned to his sister. "Are you coming home today?" He asked and pointed at Germany and Poland. Her constant sleepovers annoyed him. She crossed her arms. "Why are you asking?" Her brother huffed. "Am I not allowed to ask my sister that?" Her left eye was still a bit blue from the day Russia had let his fist end up in her face during soccer. "To be fair." Poland started.

"This is the most broken family in history." All of the 3 heads turned to Poland's direction. Even Ukraine was surprised at his choice of words. Russia gave him a intense glare and Poland took a step back. "She can answer on her own, you know? The fuck you know anyway Poland?" Russia spit out the name of the other country. America stared into the corridor while standing in front of the door. He wasn't sure if he should get involved or not.

"I don't know if you forgot, but I was under your Dad's dominion more than once and that for quite a long time! I know what it is like to starve! Just like your sister! She had it even worse, but you still like him, because you were his favorite! Maybe because you are just like him!" America gulped. Not this again. "I..." Russia's voice broke, but he got himself together. "I'm not gonna apologize for missing my Dad, okay?" He was visibly angry and Germany stepped in front of Poland as if to protect him. This is only made him angrier. "Are you kidding me?" He hated it when he was portrayed like the villain. He was always had to play the role of the villain.

He clenched his hands together. Poland didn't stop his little rant there. "You want Crimea back from Ukraine, right? Doesn't this make you just as greedy for power as him? You fucking asshole." Russia widened his eyes. It's not like that. Poland got it wrong. It's just... It's just... Russia couldn't think of a comeback. At this point Russia wasn't even sure anymore if he maybe really was the villain here.

Germany placed a hand on Poland's shoulders. "Calm down... We don't want to start a war with Russia. You are right with what you say, but you know the rule: The bigger your army, the better your army. The truth doesn't matter if you are under ground. You know what he's like."

America spotted NATO walking towards them. The teacher would ask what happened. He began sweating as he saw Russia's fists trembling. He would probably punch Poland if he would say one more thing. Ukraine wasn't sure want to do. She loved her friends, but this was...

America grabbed for Russia's hand before it would be too late. He dragged him outside and just ran until there were out of sight. Russia resisted at first, but then followed the smaller country. They ran for at least 10 minutes straight and suddenly just stopped in front of a big tree.

"Fuck." Russia said out of breath before rubbing his hands over his eyes. "Are you okay?" America asked and gently grabbed for Russia's wrists to remove the hands from his face. His sleeves dropped at the movement and America was able to see Russia's arms covered with badly placed sticking plasters. Some cuts were still visible, because the sticking plasters wouldn't cover them properly. "Wow, you are bad at this." America blurted out.

Russia immediately reacted to that and forcefully pulled his arms away to pull the sleeves back up. "Shut up, America." The smaller country gulped. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that..." There was silence between them. America eyed Russia more precisely. He didn't look angry anymore, just sad and tired.

"I don't think you are like your father." America finally said and Russia looked at him in surprise. He didn't know what to say. They stared at each other for another whole minute, before Russia spoke up. "America. Be honest with me, why do you want to be my friend so badly that you would blackmail me into it?" He asked the question slowly. He had been thinking about it ever since it had happened. He liked the idea of having a friend, but this whole thing sounded... scary. Yes, especially America telling everyone he self harmed was a scary thought. He didn't want to accept that feeling of being afraid of something so much, so he just had turned it into anger, but it didn't make the whole thing any better.

America opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Instead tears came out of his eyes. "Jeez." Russia walked over to America and tried to wipe them away. "Why are you crying now?" He asked with a sad smile. He wasn't mad at America for crying. The western country's cheeks heated up. "It's just... I'm really lonely and I feel like you understand that feeling actually quite a lot." He was embarrassed about opening up like this, so everything came out with a stutter.

He gently removed Russia's hands from his cheeks and them wiped his tears away on his own. "You know I never really cut myself, but sometimes I will just hit my head against the wall..." He said carefully. Russia listened to him without interrupting. Tears were building up in America's eyes again. "I know it sounds stupid-" "No." Russia quickly said. "Hey, it's okay. If you are stupid, I'm stupid too." America giggled like crazy. "I can't believe I just told you that." Russia smiled. "Me neither."