He quickly paid the taxi driver and bolted down the driveway and up the stairs opening the door. He flew up the flight of stairs and slowed to a stop in front of the bedroom door. His breathe labored from the quick pace, his dirty blonde hair wind blown and clear blue eyes full of emotion. He knocked and a British voice confirmed entrance. He turned the knob and opened the door seeing the two blondes. One with emerald eyes the other lavender. He walked over to the one on the bed and smiled a small smile "non Amerique do not fret! Your face does not look magnific!" France stated. All America did was almost loose his composure and he hugged the older nation. "Don't say stuff like that.. I'm supposed to worry! I understand.. I know the pain..." He said pulling back. Paris had been targeted by terrorists. There was a knock and Russia walked in. He two was a target what with the jet. The one person to know how both were feeling was the American. He walked over and patted the taller nation on the back but ended up hugging him. He pulled back and, carefully, sat on the bed "my entire country is doing something to help.." He said. And it was true. The entire country was Paris crazy. It helps when your country had been attacked and still was being attacked. He then smirked "after your healed.. I'd get ready for the longest andfrightening the blonde. England sighed "well! Let's give France some time to rest, shall we?" He said pushing Russia and America out of the room. Russia pulled America into the next room "Fredka? Will you stay with me?" He asked when England was out of ear shot. America smiled "Kiku and I will be here for you Always, Vanya~" he cooed and kissed his big fluffy bear. And France called up his favorite friends
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A/n: this is just a little thing I had spur of the moment RusAmeJap