CHAPTER 2
It was morning by the time you woke up. You yawned as you peeked through the branch covering the entrance of our shelter. Your footprints had been blow away by the harsh wind during the night. That was a good sign. That should make it harder for them to find you.
The shelter was too small to fully sit up in. But you could prop yourself up against a wall in a somewhat comfortable position. Reaching into your backpack, you grabbed the last half of your granola bar. Something fell out as you pulled your arm back. Frowning in confusion, you reached down to grab the envelope you hadn't noticed before.
Your stomach grumbled impatiently, remind you of your current goal. You finished the granola bar quickly, being sure to stuff the wrapper back into the backpack, before looking back to the envelope. You blinked as you tried to remember where it was from.
Wait . . . was this the letter?
-Flashback-
You and Ivan had just returned from a fun day of ice skating. You were both laughing and smiling as you wandered up the path. Neither of you noticed a human hurrying out the door with a letter clutched in his hand. The letter didn't look like anything fancy, nothing too important. You didn't worry about it. Until Russia saw the letter.
Your lover read the letter quickly, his eyes flying across the page. When he lowered the letter, his eyes were dark.
It only took him a moment to gather himself together and rush into the house. You had barely made it up the steps to the front door when Russia was back suddenly standing before you once more. He had a large hiking backpack from the basement in one hand. The bag was shoved into your arms and Russia seized your elbow, guiding you back down the path you'd come.
"(Name), I need you to take this and run," Russia said quickly. "Run as far as you can, da?"
"Ivan, what's-?" you began in confusion, but your lover interrupted you.
"I can't explain it right now," Russia said hurriedly. "Not enough time." Stopping at the end of the path, Russia tied your ice skates to the back of the backpack. "Just in case," he murmured to himself. "We need to hurry," he said to you.
Russia guided you to the woods where he stopped just short of the tree line.
"What about you?" you asked nervously. You noticed Russia hadn't bothered to bring a backpack for himself.
Russia shook his head sadly. "Don't worry about me," he told you.
"What did the letter say?" you asked, growing irritated with your secretive lover.
"America . . . changed," Russia struggled to find the right words to explain the situation. He seemed unsure of himself for a moment before suddenly getting a hard, determined look on his face. "And now he's on his way here."
You quirked an eyebrow at your love. "Alfred is my uncle," you said. "I'm sure he's just-."
"(Name)," Russia interrupted you. Closing his eyes, he exhaled hard before continuing. "Yukon, from what I've read, he would hesitate to kill you on sight. I need to go back now, but you must keep going." Bending down, Russia gave you a hug and a warm kiss on the forehead. "Keep safe. I promise I'll find you." You returned his hug. You didn't want to go. But Russia had never acted like this before. He had to have a good reason.
"You stay safe too," you said. "Okay?"
Russia pulled back from the hug, giving you a smile. "Da, I will," he promised. "YA lyublyu tebya. (I love you.)"
"YA tozhe tebya lyublyu. (I love you too.)" You smiled as you stood up on your tiptoes to kiss Russia's nose.
"Promise me you won't stop for anything until you are a safe distance away," Russia said seriously.
"I promise," you side, crossing your heart. The childish action brought a small smile to Russia's face. He gave you one last hug before turning and making his way back to the house.
You watched Russia for a few moments before turning around and beginning the long trek through the woods. Your slow walk steadily increased until you were running. The trees flashed past you as your legs worked. Your lungs burned with the blend of exercise and cold air.
The cold air stung your eyes as you ran. You wanted desperately to look back one last time. But you knew you couldn't. You father's words rang through your head as you ran.
"(Name), if you're leaving," Canada had said. "Don't look back. It's bad luck. Just keep your chin up and don't look back."
And so, you ran.
-End Flashback-
You smiled to yourself. Russia must have slipped the letter into the backpack as he was hugging you. And now that you were far enough away, you were pretty sure you could read it safely. Scooting closer to the entrance for light, you opened the letter.
The first thing you saw was a picture of your Uncle America. But it wasn't him. Alfred's smile was always wide and had a dorky look to it. This wasn't the happy-go-lucky nation you knew so well. The man in the photo . . . To put it bluntly. He scared you.
He gripped a blood-stained baseball in his hands. It was held high above his head, as though he were about to swing it down on the cameraman's head. Wild brown hair shaped his face. His blood-thirsty scarlet eyes only added fear to his maniacal grin. It was his eyes that frightened you the most. Even more than the blood of innocent people that stained his bat.
His red eyes seemed to pierce through the paper, as if he was staring right at you. It sent shivers up your spine and made your blood run cold.
Revenge.
That was the only thing you could see in his eyes. The vindictive rage of someone who would not hesitate to kill anyone his path. Whether it be women or children. No one was safe from this mad man.
Dark words had been written in black marker under the picture of the not-Uncle America.
ATTENTION, ALL NATIONS. 2P AMERICA HAS BEEN SPOTTED IN JAPAN. HE IS BELIEVED TO BE HEADED FOR RUSSIA. USE EXTREME CAUTION, HE IS ARMED.
Yay! The second chapter is up! XD
I want to say thanks again for .Twins12 for editing these first two chapters and if any or you lovely readers want to read some really good Hetalia Fanfics, I suggest you go check out some of their stories!
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