"This is the end isn't it?" He had said it quite casually, trying to sound as if nothing serious had happened. Simple lies that cover the truths. Blinding smile to amuse everybody.
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Serious didn't do justice to the situation they were in.
.
And Russia always knew. That little strain in America's voice? He savoured it, and he showed it to the man himself that he did. Thank you for this little victory you're allowing me to have.
America shrugged, "You're not saying anything?"
Lies. So full of lies, my Little America.
Pathetic little attempts to show bravery or curiosity. Russia knew America was shivering inside, shaking like Latvia.
Ah?
Latvia.
Latvia and Lithuania, and Estonia. Where are they now, his precious Baltic states?
Where?
Nowhere?
.
That's funny.
.
What about his beloved sisters?
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Gone.
That was right. He pulled the strings of memories from his brain. They'd gone. China and Switzerland and Germany and Japan and the world he was once so fond of.
A smile seeped through his lips. And he opened his mouth to speak, slowly and oh so clearly.
"Only you and me, Alfred." Russia remembered very well that America hated his voice. "Finally."
