Please… /Don't/ Remember Me.
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A Hetalia FanFiction.
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Pairing:
Russia x Indonesia
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Languange:
English
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Warning:
Bad grammars, typographical error, probably bad narrations, some Out of Character, AU! Universe.
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Kindly give me a review, okay~?
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Summary:
Russia and Indonesia was lovers. Both of them looked so lively, and they rarely fights. But one day, both of them fight because of some misunderstanding. When Russia's about to grab his lover's wrist, his feet slipped, making him falls from the stairs hardly and damaged his brain. And the next thing when he awake was…
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"Indonesiya, wait!"
The said male just increased his speed, running away from the taller person that was chasing him.
"Leave me alone, Russia! You can go and have some fun with America!" Indonesia said, turning his feet to walked upstairs towards his apartment room.
"Wait, you're misunderstanding us! America and I never been—" Russia stopped, when his feet accidentally slips from the stairs. The indonesian male turned his back, founding his lover already lying with fresh red liquid flowing from his head.
"IVAN!"
He regretted it. If only Indonesia didn't run so hastily on the stairs, Russia wouldn't be lying on the hospital right now.
The slightly-tanned male sighed deeply. His hand grabbed his unconcious lover's hand, worried looks plastered on his face.
"Russia, please… Wake up…" He called out softly, his other hand caressed the russian's hair gently.
"I won't forgive you if you died." He said again, hanging his head.
"Sir Indonesia?"
The said male turned his head, founding the doctor walking inside the room.
"I have good news, and bad news for you, sir."
Oh, god.
"…Please tell me the good news first." He said.
"Yes. The good news is, sir Russia will awake soon, in three or four days later." The doctor said.
"The bad news is…?"
"…Russia is having an amnesia."
Those brownish orbs widened. Amnesia? Ivan? Doesn't that mean he will forget about him?
"Most of his latest memories are lost. But his childhood memories still intact, so… There's a high probability he won't remember you, sir."
Ya gusti.
"Now, if you excuse me…"
Indonesia just stayed silent. He looked at Russia, with slight ragged breath and widened orbs. His hand that was grabbing Russia's, slowly releasing it as he holds his own hand. He hangs his head down, before started to sobbing in silence.
Four days later, just like the doctor said, Russia did wake up. When he was awake, he remembers Belarus, Ukraine, Lithuania, and others.
But he didn't remember this slightly-tanned male.
"Who are you?" He asked to the other male, that seemed like forcing a smile.
"I'm Indonesia. Your… Friend and ally."
He can't bring himself to told the truth. Maybe this is the best way for Russia to search another lover rather than him. Indonesia thought that he only brings pain and sadness to the large country, so it'll be better if their relationship is just allies.
Not much than that. Not much than being a friend.
Even if it hurts Indonesia so much.
"Brother…" His twin sister called out softly, as she enters his brother's room. The said male only replied with a forced smile, as the female walked to his side.
"Brother, it's better if you just told Russia the truth." She said, patting her brother's shoulder.
"No. It's better this way. He could find another lover… That brings him only happiness and love." The Indonesian male said, sighing deeply.
His twin just stayed silent. A sigh also escaped from her lips, as her hands stroked her twin's shoulder gently.
"Brother, Indonesia is here to see you." Belarus said towards Russia, that was staring outside the window. The said male face brightens when hears the familiar name, as he went out from his room to meet his "friend".
"Indonesiya!" He called out with a smile, as he glomped the smaller male. Indonesia flinched for a second, his heartbeat is beating fast when the russian hugged him.
"Russia, let me go—" Indonesia said, trying to pushing Russia away. But the taller male didn't budge, instead, he hugged more tightly.
"No. I miss you. There's no way I let you go…"
Please stop this, Russia.
"Release me, Ivan. I… Don't like being hugged." The lad said, completely lying. The truth is he wants to hug back, but that just make him failed to forget the past he went with the taller male.
"B-but, America hugged you last time and you didn't protested." Russia said, releasing the hug slightly to look at Indonesia.
"America is in different case. I don't like being hugged by you… That's all."
Only if you remember who I am.
Those violet eyes widened. He released the hug slowly, and making some space to both of them.
Did he do something wrong that upsets Indonesia?
"I'm here for business. If my job here is done, I'll take my leave soon." Indonesia said, his tone sounded cold and unfriendly. Russia only nodded his head, before guiding his "ally" to the necessary room.
"Thank you for helping me. I shall take my leave now." Indonesia said, bowing his head a bit and walked to the door. But before he leaves the room, Russia grabbed the other male's wrist tightly.
"Indonesiya, is there something I've done that makes you upset?" He asked. Indonesia stayed silent, gazing away.
"…No."
"Then why are you so cold to me?! You always kind to America, England, China, Japan… But you're so cold when it comes to me. Why?" He asked again.
"You want me to be kind to you?" Indonesia asked, before turning his head towards Russia.
"Then I ask you; what do you remember about me?"
Russia flinched. What do he remember about him?
"Uh… You're my friend, and my… Ally…"
"…Exactly. Then it doesn't matter if I act rude around you, right? You don't remember me that much!" Indonesia said, releasing his hand from Russia's grip.
"In fact, you don't remember what am I to you in the past. It's all my fault…" The indonesian covered his face, leaning on the wall as he slides down to the floor.
Russia slowly walked closer towards the smalled male, squatting right infront of him. His hands grabbed both of the indonesian's hands, removing both of his hands away from his face, showing that Indonesia is crying.
"It'll be useless if you didn't remember me…" He mumbled. Something inside the russian's heart brokes looking at the smaller male's crying face. He slowly leaned his face closer, as the next second he was kissing Indonesia softly.
The smaller lad didn't fight back either. He just accepted it, tears keep flooding from both of his eyes. He closed those brownish orbs, as Russia started to deepened the kiss.
Russia opened his mouth, as his tongue tries to forces it's way inside the other's mouth, and when he succeded, he licked the indonesian's tongue and insides. The kiss turned heated, slowly started filled with lust. Russia stopped, inching his face away to look at Indonesia, which is still crying with reddenish face.
"Indonesiya…" He whispered yet so lowly, before he kissed the other male again right on the lips.
It was sweet. Like a jasmine tea, and mixed with a taste of chocolates slightly. Russia himself never knew that kissing this male could be this good.
"S-stop—"
Hearing those soft pleads makes him want to do more. As he releases the heated kiss, his lips kissed the smaller male's jaw, as his other hand slowly releasing Indonesia's hand and untied the bandage off from the other lad's neck. His lips moved to kiss his neck, kissing those painfully-like scars softly, before softly nipping on it.
"Russia— stop this—"
"No." The russian replied immediately, now his hands moved to unbutton Indonesia's brownish vest and white shirt. He also took off the black tie, and tied both of Indonesia's wrist.
"This is wrong— you shouldn't do this thing—" Indonesia said, his face is completely red, but looked almost like he was on verge of tears. Russia stayed silent, before his hand cupped the smaller male's cheek.
"…Why? Do you hate it?" He asked. The indonesian stayed silent, before he turned his head away.
"You aren't my lover or something…"
"If we are lovers, would you allow me?" He asked, forcing Indonesia to face him. The brunette closed both of his eyes, before he shook his head.
"No… I don't deserve to be your lover." He said, before he tried to untie his wrists.
"You can find someone better than me." He said again, now his hands are free, as he stood up. He fixed his shirt and vest, before wearing the necktie again.
"Now, excuse me…" Indonesia said, as he walked out from the room, leaving Russia there. The platinum-haired lad stayed silent, stood himself as he watched the smaller figure walked away, before dissappearing from his sight.
—To Be Continued—