AU. Onesided RussAmer. Russia's POV.
I wrote this when considering the possiblity of a RP game character falling in love with an assisting NPC. The game I was playing at the time was "Mystery Dungeon: Shiren the Wanderer" (which is actually a pretty painful experience, just saying).
You always laugh when I step in front of you, shielding you from the brunt of the monster's attacks. Your endlessly blue eyes glint as you sidestep to get a few swings in on the creature before it is dispelled and replaced with a few coins or a new item.
"I can take care of myself, man," you always say, regardless of the situation. "I am a hero, after all."
But you don't know how many times I've seen you fall, bleeding as my fingers grip painfully at my weapon and my world collapses in on itself. I always snap then, a blind rage building as I crack open your killer's skull as easily as one would an egg. If it can make me feel this sort of agony, it, too, deserves to feel the same: crippled, breathless, chest rent open and spilling out life. I never make it far after losing you, and I return, defeated, to the village to begin my journey all over again.
Eventually our paths will cross again and I will request your support.
At that moment, you always smile so sweetly, so vivaciously, and say, "Just sit back and let this hero do his thing!"
I don't know how many times I've heard those words, but each repetition sends an excited jolt through me. You're spirited, independent, and so full of life. You've never before thought to betray me, remaining faithfully by my side until you're felled to respawn, to be lost somewhere back in the game that I cannot reach. You don't know how much it kills me to see your crumpled form fade into nothing, leaving me as empty as the space you had previously occupied.
"Just sit back and watch this hero do his thing!" you laugh cockily, so confident in your own abilities.
I say nothing because I am offered no speech options, and even when I am, none of them are, "I love you, please never leave."