Super sorry for the late update. It's a slightly shorter chapter, but I promise Chapter Five will be longer. As for the pairing I think I'll have both Rusame and Usuk, but it might just eventually end up as one of them. Anyways I hope everyone had a good holiday weekend, and I don't own Hetalia. It belongs to its rightful owner, Hidekaz Himaruya.
It was only then did Alfred allow his true emotions to show. Only when he was locked in a bathroom stall, his forehead leaning against the cool tiles of the wall, as he tried not to throw up whatever was currently in his stomach. He took in sharp breaths of air as he tried to calm himself down, because he couldn't go back out there acting like a mess. He couldn't go out and sit down at lunch, to shove a hamburger down his throat and ramble on about stupid things. He just couldn't.
Maybe he could just sneak out of the building and not come back. He wouldn't look back and he wouldn't hesitate, he would just get up and leave because it seemed to be meetings went better when he said nothing. It all was better when he was silent. It would be the same if he wasn't there. And he quietly wondered if anyone would miss him, or be slightly concerned. Because Alfred never just disappeared... He was always there with something stupid to say.
Of course...maybe just deep down he knew, he believed, that no one would miss him. And the thought of that really bothered him. No one cared. No one cared how much their words hurt, how they stabbed into him veins, injecting their virus of torment into his body. No one cared as they stepped back and watched it slowly destroy him piece by piece.
Everything was too overwhelming and Alfred couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They steamed down his face, leaving small trails of salty water behind. He slowly sunk to the floor, his back resting against the wall as he buried his face in his hands. And he continued to cry, without making a sound because he didn't need anyone to hear him. His chest was too tight and the sobs seemed to be stuck in his throat. It's seemed so difficult to breathe and he felt exhausted. Laying down and just sleeping sounded...nice.
His held his breath when he heard someone enter the bathroom, he waited until he heard the click of a lock. He quickly rubbed his eyes and stood up, before slowly leaving the stall and walked over to the sink to turn on the cold water. Cupping his hands, he allowed the water to gather in his hands and splashed it on his face. He repeated the process a few times until he heard a familiar accented voice, a pair of amethyst eyes studying him.
"Amerika...everyone is waiting for you. You're delaying the meeting."
Of all the people he had to happen to run into, why did it have to be Ivan? Not that he considered the man a horrible person, but it was someone he didn't exactly get along with. It was surprising they weren't at each other's throats at all during the meeting. He gave him a mutual expression, not a smile and yet, not a frown.
"Ivan." He greeted, and turned to face him watching the man's movements. Alfred only side-stepped when the Russian made his way to the sink. He glanced at himself in the mirror before walking towards the door and began to push it open when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. He went to pull his wrist away, but the grip was strong.
"Let go! What are you-?!" Alfred question was cut off when he felt and hand lift his chin up. Blue eyes clashed with amethyst as their gazes met. One was a glare, the other held a steady gaze yet...with an underlying emotion.
"Amerika, if you are not careful with your sudden disappearing...you might start to worry someone." Ivan paused, and Alfred didn't move. His breath seemed caught in his throat and he couldn't find the words to speak.
"Especially if it's because you went off to cry."