Chesire is back with chapter 2 as promised! :D I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for the reviews I've already received! ^-^ It means quite a lot to me since I'm not very proud of my writing so thank you! *bows*
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Now read on! *stands proudly before getting shot* OTL Just please read. ^^;
After that day Alfred allowed himself to breathe freely in his own home about as much as he could. He had to think about this. How to fix this problem.
Who could he call? His first though was 'Iggy' since he was one of the very, very few who knew what was going on, but then America shook his head. No, the last few times he had called years ago were just false beliefs. Honestly it was just because he was so scared at that time, that when he thought he liked anyone he would panic and lock himself in his house. England got so mad after what had probably been the sixth call that month that America just stopped and tried to calm down. Eventually that had worked and he had buried 'it' in the back of his mind.
Maybe Mattie? Mattie would just get freaked out too though. Besides, he had enough of his own problems as it was, what with not being recognized by other nations and other matters. Alfred always felt guilty when he forgot about Mattie, but thankfully his brother understood why. Sometimes America just wasn't right in the head.
France? No. He knew a little about the problem but didn't know the full extent. China? Nah. He'd freak out too, besides, he completely didn't know about it. Australia? Japan? Italy? No, no and no.
Gah! He couldn't tell anybody could he?
America stopped pacing his room and sat down on his bed slowly, staring at the closed door in front of him. Maybe this time it wouldn't be so bad? He could just avoid Russia and this silly little crush would go away. Right?
'Right.' he thought and nodded before standing up again.
Opening the door, he walked into the hallways towards the bathroom. As he walked by one of the rooms, Tony stuck his head out and followed the nation with his large red eyes.
"Hey Tony." America said sleepily, waving slightly before walking into the bathroom while the alien pulled his head back into his own room and slammed the door so he could continue his video game. At the same time, America shut the bathroom door even though he was only there to brush his teeth.
He picked up his toothbrush from the cup he had by the sink and grabbed the toothpaste bottle, getting everything ready before he started brushing.
While brushing, he looked into the mirror before looking back down and spitting his toothpaste down the sink, rinsing it down the drain by turning on the faucet. With his lips still frothy he looked up into the mirror just as he licked his lips so he could spit it out, but froze again for the second time that day. For a second he could of swore there was something in his eyes. 'That' something.
Shaking his head and brushing it off, he gave an uneasy smile before spitting again and then turning off the tap, putting his brush back in the cup and wiping his mouth.
"Just imagining things." he said to himself and opened the door, turning the light off before walking back to his room so he could go to sleep. "Night Tony." he said, passing the alien's room and then making it into his own. Slipping under the covers, he turned off his bedside light, leaving the only light source the hallway light, which filed in from the door cracked open the tiniest bit. Closing his eyes, America willed himself to sleep, before dosing off.
Although Alfred thought it would go away, it really didn't. The next World Meeting came a month later, and he felt perfectly fine. He even forgot about the whole 'I'm falling in love with Russia' thing until he actually came face to face with the Russian man.
"Ah, Americka. Good to see you." Ivan said with his always childish smile still in place.
"Yeah, sure." Alfred replied in an almost disgusted voice as he walked past the larger man. His mind kept screaming 'commie! commie!' but the fact that his heart was beating faster told him otherwise. As he stalked his way to the bathroom instead of the elevator, the younger country failed to notice Russia's eyes on his back until he rounded the corner.
Shoving the bathroom door open, he immediately made his way to the sink and turned on the cold water. Not caring that his gloves were still on (they were leather anyways so it's not like they'd be soaked) he put them under the icy stream of liquid before splashing his face.
He wanted to scrub the warmness of his cheeks before the meeting and wanted it to stay gone.
Rubbing a wet, gloved hand over his face he looked up into the mirror and was glad to not see any sort of unusual flicker in his eyes. He splashed his face one more time before turning off the sink and wiping his face with the paper towel from the dispenser next to him.
Once his face was dried he threw the paper towel into the waste bin and left the bathroom for the meeting.
He was bored again. It was even worse than the last meeting. He wasn't even tired this time since he had finished all his work on time (which many of the other nations thought he couldn't do).
So again, he drowned out whoever was speaking at the podium as he looked at all the people in the room. Again, his eyes met Russia's and the man gave him the child-like smile, in which he just scowled and looked down at his empty notebook, unlike last time. Maybe he would just doodle again? Yeah, that sounded good.
Picking up the pen, he bit the cap off with his teeth and started doodling mindlessly as another country droned on about something or other he wasn't listening about.
Somewhere along the way, his grip on the pen grew stronger but he didn't notice. He just didn't notice.
In fact, he was so out of it he didn't even know what he was drawing at the moment. He was only brought out of his stupor when the timer went off, telling everyone in the room that it was lunch time.
His head shot up suddenly at the sound, and he watched as everyone started filing out of the room. America didn't make a move to get up though, instead pulling a burger out of his pocket that he remembered to pack that morning (another thing nations thought he could do).
Setting the pen down, he pulled the cap from between his teeth and set it next to the device before unwrapping his burger which was still warm. He smiled to himself, faintly noticing that everyone else was gone from the room. As he was about to take a bite he finally looked at what he had been drawing in his notebook.
At the top of the page were the normal stars and burgers among other things, but as his eyes scanned down the page his appetite started going away (and it took something serious to make him not want to eat).
Shakily placing the burger down on the table, he picked the notebook up with both hands and scanned the rest of the way down the page, his eyes widening and his body telling him to throw the pad of paper all the way across the room and nuke it.
Covering the rest of the page were hearts among letters and names. It wasn't your typically lovey-dovey schoolgirl notebook doodles though. The page was filled with bleeding hearts, some cracked and others just outright exploding. Rs and As littered the page as well as what appeared to be sunflowers in the corner. The biggest picture was in the center.
A large heart with the words 'Russia + America' in the center, an arrow piercing through it all the way and causing it to bleed all the way to the bottom of the page.
In a heartbeat, Alfred ripped the page out of the notebook and scrunched it up tightly before throwing it into the garbage can, along with his burger and the pen he used. In fact, he ended up throwing away the whole notebook too before dizzily sitting down in his chair.
'It' wasn't going away. 'It was here to stay.
Haha. I hope that was a good chapter! ^^; I quite liked the notebook scene at the end but that's just me. *shrugs* :P Anyways, the next chapter should be out next week! ^-^ See you next time!
