Bloom (RusAme)

This isn't serious, is it?

It was a normal, warm, sunny, happy, summer day. Nothing could distinguish what could happen later on. America was sitting on a swing, he had an uneasy feeling about the upcoming G8 meeting. The happy laughter and chattering coming from families around him who were enjoying their free time. Children running around, plucking flowers to give them to their parents, or sculpting sand castles inside the sandpit. And parents rushing around supervising their unrestful children.

A slight wind breeze had swooshed Ame's hair into his eyes, but he just blinked them away as if he hadn't noticed. He had decided to check the time, it was past noon. America had quickly gathered all of his black classy folders, and rushed towards his car. He rushedly searched for the car key unlocking his car with a loud beep, and yanking all of his stuff onto the passenger seat, and settling himself in the driver's seat. He lit the car with his key and steered out of the parking lot onto the road. The meeting was in 15 minutes, he wouldn't want to be late.

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The man pulled over onto the side lane to turn right to the meeting place's parking. Ame had inspected the parking, it was half full and he had seen some of G8's cars. Meaning he wasn't late, but he also wasn't the first one to come. Well he was happy he wasn't late, he checked the time, and still had 10 free minutes. He had finally found a free parking lot and parked his car. Ame still had enough time to get some coffee, but he decided not to, and use this time to settle himself. He still was anxious about the meeting, the gut feeling of something bad coming just couldn't settle. It had made his feet and fingertips feel cold, and his chest hurt a bit. To calm down his anxiety he had deeply inhaled and after a couple seconds he exhaled. After repeating it a dozen times or so he finally felt calm. 

He had unlocked his car door, locking it soon after, and went towards the meeting hall entry. This time they decided to hold their meeting in a different place, instead of the NATO building. Even though it was more comfortable for them to hold it there. With their perks of really soft chairs, more open space, and workers who could serve them drinks. As Ame entered the building he was greeted by a very bubbly male concierge. 

"Hello, what could I help you with, sir?" He chirped smiling at him.

Ame had pulled out the meeting notification paper, he searched for the meeting room directions. Finally after a couple of minutes of uncomfortable waiting he found the room number.

"Um," He stumbled, "Where is the meeting room number... 67?" He hesitated a bit before saying the room number.

"Sixth floor, down the hallway, 4th door on the left." The concierge answered smiling at Ame. 

He felt uneasy about the room number, 67, if you sum up the number it will equal to 13, another bad omen. Not that he believed in any of that, but still. Anyways he nodded to the concierge and proceeded towards the elevator, pressing the 6th floor button, standing awkwardly, hearing elevator music inside his head. Finally the door opened and he could leave the cramped box. Skipping through the hallway and stopping in front of the door with a sign reading 7 on it. He had hesitated a bit, but finally opened the door to be met with graveyard silence. As he quickly rushed through the room towards his seat everyone was staring at him.

He dropped next to his brother, sighing and putting his folders on the table. America looked around the room inspecting the countries. Japan was drinking his high quality tea, clearly impatient about something. The scent of his herb tea had already spread around the room, relaxing. It also seemed as if she was hiding something under the table. Italy loudly argued with Germany about putting exotic products into pizza, and how it affects the taste. But it seems like Germany wasn't listening to him, thinking about something else, or someone. France and the UK were arguing, they hadn't done well, after all the wars in recent 3-2 centuries. But it seems that their relationship is improving. Ame hadn't stayed long enough to see the descent of their relationship, leaving right after getting independence. He knows about it only as a side viewer, not a lot. 

The room seemed empty, like someone was absent. Just as he thought that, the door burst open. A tall man with blond hair had passed everyone and settled in a free seat next to America. His dark aura had made everyone quiet down, getting ready for the meeting. This whole time America was admiring the man. He liked his slightly puffy dirt blonde hair, his almond like big eyes. America liked him, maybe even loved, they may have been friends, but. They despite each other, they couldn't stand each other. Well mainly Russia did, Ame just played along. It hurt him when he heard the insults form him, pig, burden to the world, dirty capitalist, fatty, ugly. It really did hurt to hear it from someone he loved. He knew that Russia was different with his family, but he wasn't his family, is he? 

"Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" He spat out annoyed.

"No, just admiring how much better i look compared to you.~" Ame mocked him and cocked his brow. "Do you have a problem with that?" Then crossed his arms trying to look more serious, but for the other man he only succeeded in looking even more obnoxious.

"No." He hissed, furrowing his eyebrows, "Let's begin the meeting already!" Russia told everyone while spreading his arms. 

Today's meeting was planned to be about the situation in the world, and how we think we can solve it. First one by one we stood up, and shared how many sick, dead, and recovered they had, and what they do. When it came to America he was really nervous but he decided to cover it up with cheerfulness. 

"I have a total of more than 2 million cases, nearly 1 million had recovered, but 120 thousand couldn't survive. But I think it's getting better, we had taken some of the quarantine rules, but kept the main ones." He cheerfully said reading from the paper. "Wash your hands, wear masks, social distancing, wash hands, and stay home." He bent his fingers as he listed the measures.

"Is that why you allowed people to protest outside without social distancing? Huh? Dummbass, it will make the virus spread faster. But why am I saying this? It's definitely for the best, it will rid the world of the burden like you." Russia snorted while grinning darkly. 

Ame's POV

He truly meant it, didn't he? I am a burden aren't I? I can't even control my people, the virus rates will rise again, I am already in the first place. I am such a failure... I sat down frowning, I felt like crying. But I have to keep strong, I am a superpower after all, what would others think of me? 

For the rest of the meeting I kept quiet, and when it ended I quickly gathered my stuff and tried to leave the room as fast as I possibly could. But didn't notice and bumped into someone in the doorway. I just wanted to say sorry and leave as fast as I could, but when I looked up I saw Russia.

"Do you see where you are going? You fat capitalist, I hope you won't come to the next meeting and get us rid of your presence." He spat clearly pissed off. But why? Why is he so cruel?

Right at that moment I felt as if something stabbed me in the chest, drilling through the bones, cutting into the tissue, ripping it apart to fit in. I felt as if i'm going to suffocate from the pain, so I just muttered my sorry. And hugging my folders really close to my chest I rushed towards the restrooms. I had bumped into other people but just kept running, they may have been tears running down my face, but i didn't feel it. When I finally rushed into the restroom I quickly approached the sink and unleashed a lot of coughing. I held myself up using my arms gripping the sides of the sink really hard. As I finished coughing I looked into the sink and saw only 4 chamomile petals which were stained in something red. Is that...

Blood?...

I decided to take this topic home. I quickly gathered the papers that fell out of my folders, and the flower petals and walked out of the restroom as if it wasn't me who just coughed up petals. Maybe I just accidentally ate some chamomile petals, I could have right? This isn't serious, is it?

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1500 words! Nice, I'm satisfied with this chapter, hope you are too. I'm interested in your thoughts about the plot, this story was based on a single question about the stories which have hanahaki, so I don't have a lot of ideas. 

Now the crab leaves. Kh kh kh kh.