A/N- I'm so sorr- *shot* Okay, I deserved tha- *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* I'M SORRYYYYYY! JUST PLEASE, STOP WITH THE SHOOTINGS! -facedesk- I'm so, so sorry I didn't update for ages, but if you looked at my profile page, you will see that I put this story on hiatus for a few weeks due to SERIOUS writer's block. Seriously, I would write a sentence then lose motivation completely, but thankfully, I'm back now and hopefully will be able to get back into a steady update flow. It helps that it's the easter holidays now so I have lots of free time :D
Also, blargle, I had no good idea's for chapter titles so.. yeah, this one doesn't have much to do with anything ^^;
Now, without further ado, here is the chapter, sorry if it's not up to its usual standard but I've been writing it at about a sentence a day.
Chapter 12- Hero's
America was angry- No, he was more than angry; he was furious. How dare his brother trust the word of that commie bastard over that of his own, how dare he.
Of course, it couldn't be his own choice. How could it? It was unheard of for someone, other than his sisters, to care for the cruel man, so why should now be any different? All he probably wanted was to use Canada for everything he had and then cast him aside and America just couldn't let that happen.
Yes, he decided, Canada couldn't have chosen to be with that bastard willingly. Russia must have used some clever Communist mind control on him, making him his willing slave and now it was up to him; America to save him- To be the hero!
The blonde strode down the street with new resolve. He was going to save his brother whatever it took!
xXx
Sunlight filtered lazily through Russia's window and he groaned as he unwillingly awoke. He hadn't gotten home until late the previous night as it had been a long way home from his Canadian lover's house and by the time he was back at his house it was well past midnight. Slowly, the tall man sat up in bed and groggily wiped the dust from his eyes. He yawned and stretched before standing up and stumbling towards his closet, still half asleep and pulling out a pair of trousers, a shirt and a black turtle-neck before taking his favourite scarf off a coat hook and wrapping it round his neck. Russia smiled and buried his nose in the familiar material as he descended the stairs to his living room. Taking in the overturned furniture from the previous night and the hole in the wall, he sighed and gave the offending carnage a glare, as if hoping for it to fix itself. When no such miracle occurred, Russia simply shook his head and continued into the kitchen and made himself breakfast, not bothering to clear up the mess.
No sooner had he sat down to eat the porridge he had quickly prepared for himself, the doorbell rang, forcing the tall man to stand back up again. He glanced briefly at the clock on the wall as he headed towards the door. Ten to Eleven. That was plenty of time for Canada to have gotten over to his house, did that mean it was him? A smile spread across his face as the thought and he strode towards the door with a spring in his step.
With a smile plastered on his face, Russia swung the door open, only to come face to face with not Canada but his older sister . He felt his smile drop a little but he did his best to keep it up for the sake her sake.
"Ukraine, what are you doing here?" he asked, smiling at her. For a moment the girl seemed shocked by her brother's uncharacteristic smile but she soon got over it and smiled back, pulling her brother into a bone crushing hug (she was stronger than she looked) and he blushed as his face was crushed into his sister's particularly large...assets.
"Ivan!" she exclaimed happily. As she released him she stepped back and grinned up at him innocently. "I just thought it would be nice to visit my brother for once, I haven't seen you since the last meeting. Also, it's Katyusha, I don't want you using my country name away from meetings, it makes me feel even further away from you than ever, brother..." A few tears filled her eyes but she hurriedly blinked them away.
Russia blinked once but then smiled, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Okay then Katyusha, I will call you by your human name, why don't you come inside?" Immediately he regretted his decision as he remembered the awful state his living room was in. He knew that his sister would overreact completely and get very tearful so he tried to herd her back to the door but it was too late. Ukraine stepped into the wreck of a room and let out a strangled gasp.
"Brother, what happened?" she asked, worried tears filling her eyes.
Russia slapped his forehead in frustration and groaned. The last thing he wanted was his sister poking her nose into his business. "What h-happened here?" she repeated when he didn't answer. Still Russia remained silent, sullenly staring into a space and avoiding his sister's gaze. "A-answer me Ivan!" she cried, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Russia looked up at her obediently and sighed. She always did overreact. Wordlessly he strode over to the tearful girl and placed a large hand on her shoulder.
"It's nothing to worry about, da?" He smiled, trying to reassure her. Ukraine lifted her head to look at her brother but still tears gathered in her blue eyes. "Why can't you just tell me?" she sobbed. "I'm only going to keep worrying if I don't know what's going on..."
Russia glared at her a moment as he realized her words were true and he didn't want his sister to be worried about him. With sigh, Russia let his gaze soften and gently wrapped an arm around the tall girl's shaking shoulders. "Okay sister, I will tell you what happened if it'll make you feel better, da?"
Ukraine was shocked to say the least. Russia was never this open towards her. Before he would have simply shrugged her off and avoided telling her whatever had happened. Slowly she looked up into her brother's violet eyes and gasped when she saw they had a gentle softness about them that she hadn't seen in many years and thought she had lost forever.
"Ivan?" she asked cautiously. "What happened... I don't mean here but... you seem really... happy... how come?"
Russia jumped at her words. Did he really seem that different? Thinking back, he realized that he never did act this open towards his sister, ever since the fall of the Soviet Union he had been closed off and cold towards those he felt had left him... And yet, ever since he had started dating Canada he had been happy to talk to them and had even been nice to the Baltic's at meetings (which had scared them even more, but that's not the point). Whenever his sister called him or visited unexpectedly, he would smile and greet her warmly instead of giving her a tight lipped and fake smile and speaking coldly to her. Of course she had only visited a couple of times in the month-and-a-half he had been dating the Canadian but it was enough for both him and her to begin to notice the difference now. Canada had completely changed his views of the world. He no longer felt alone and cold, a country on its own in the Frozen Tundra and instead felt warm and loved despite the fact not that much had changed. The only real difference was the fact he had finally found someone who felt as alone and cold as he did.
"Brother?" a voice interrupted his thoughts and Russia was jerked back to reality. "Are you okay, Brother? You kind of zoned out for a moment there..."
Russia shook his head to clear it and gave Ukraine a warm smile that she quickly returned. "I am fine sister." He paused. "Do you want to sit down?"
The girl nodded and went to sit down on one of the brown leather couches in the room, glancing anxiously at the carnage on the other side of the room every now and then. She gratefully diverted her attention to her brother when he came to sit down next to her. "So Ivan... W-what happened in here?"
Russia sighed. "Yesterday... My friend was over at my house... And... Well, Belarus found him..."
Ukraine gasped and her eyes widened in fear as she remembered just who Russia's friend was. "Oh no! Poor Canada! Is he okay?"
Russia, realizing his sister's distress quickly extinguished her fears. "Da, he is fine, just a few cuts and bruises, nothing to worry about."
Ukraine's shoulder's visibly sagged in relief and she smiled. Suddenly a thought struck her. If someone got to close to Russia then Belarus wouldn't try to 'get rid of them' with him there, for fear that he might think less of her, she would usually wait until the unfortunate person was alone.
"Brother," She began, "How come Belarus attacked Canada while you were there? Wouldn't she try to get him when you were away from him?"
Russia closed his eyes briefly before coming to the conclusion that it would probably be best if he just told Ukraine the truth. "Well... I think that she was too angry, da?"
"Angry, why would she be angry?"
"Because... Me and Canada are more than friends..."
Ukraine gasped. "You mean-"
"I'm dating him, da?" Russia couldn't help but let a grin spread across his face as he said it.
A smile broke across Ukraine's face and she gave her brother a huge hug. "Ivan that's wonderful! I'm so glad you finally found someone!" Suddenly her usually innocent and care-free face harden and Russia recoiled a little in surprise. "Look after him, yes? Don't hurt him."
Russia nodded solemnly. "Of course. I do not want him hurt."
The girl stared at her brother for a moment longer, making sure he was sincere, before she smiled again and pulled him into yet another hug. Russia, feeling rather uncomfortable with all this affection, quickly pulled away when she finally released him and backed away a little.
Ukraine continued smiling, her previous worries seemingly forgotten. "You will, of course introduce him as your boyfriend to me, right brother?"
Russia cringed at this thought. He had had enough disastrous family introductions to last him a life time. Mentally he groaned, but when he looked down at his sister's hopeful eyes he found he just couldn't say no to her. "Fine." he muttered, looking away and Ukraine grinned.
"That's great brother! Come on, lets go now!" she said, pulling on Russia's hand.
'When did I get so weak...' Russia thought bitterly as he was dragged through the door by his over-enthusiastic sister.
xXx
"IGGY! OPEN UP!" A voice pierced through the early morning air. There was a pause before a different voice answered.
"BLOODY HELL ALFRED, IT'S FOUR IN THE MORNING! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" A mess of blonde hair and eyebrows, otherwise know as the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland or England for short, appeared at the open window and glared down at the determined nation on the street below.
"OPEN THE DOOR AND I'LL TELL YOU!" America shouted back in his usual booming voice, but for once his face lacked a hundred watt grin.
England, noticing this, closed the window with a bang and stumbled down the stairs. A few seconds later the door was wrenched open and a very annoyed Brit in a green dressing gown stood in the doorway.
"What do you want? This better be good, it's way too early to listen to you ramble on for no reason."
"Haha, Sorry I woke you up Iggy-"
"Git, I told you to stop calling me that."
"Woah, someone's in a bad mood this morning."
"Of course I'm in a bloody bad mood, you woke me up at four in the morning and are taking forever to tell me why!"
America's face darkened as he remembered the reason he came rushing to England's house in the middle of the night. "Communism." He said simply, expecting the older nation to understand what he meant automatically. There was a pause in which the Brit glared at America while the younger nation stared back seriously.
After a few seconds England slammed the door in the American's face.
"Iggy! What was that for!" America whined, pushing open the letterbox so he could be heard.
"I don't want to hear about some pointless problem you had with Russia, I can't believe you woke me up for that!" came the grumpy reply.
"No! It's not that! It's about Canada!"
"Who?"
America rolled his eyes. "You know, my brother."
"Oh yeah... What about him?" England, slowly opened the door and came out to meet the blonde.
"Russia's dating him!"
"And?"
"He's only using him to get at me!"
England sighed. "Stay out of your brother's way." he said bluntly and made to close the door. Quick as a flash, America put his foot in between the door and the door frame, preventing it from closing.
"England. That's not the point." He said it so solemnly that the other man's head shot up to look him in the eye. America's face was in shadow and he was looking down sadly. "When I saw him... There was a huge bruise on his face and there were bandages on his neck."
England gasped. "You mean..." America nodded in confirmation and the Brit's eyes widened. "Did you try to get him away from him?"
The American nodded again. "He's completely delusional though, he won't listen to reason, he thinks that Russia really cares about him!"
England frowned. "I can't let Russia hurt Canada... I'll keep the lad away from that psycho. He'll listen to me, I know it."
England could swear America's eyes were sparkling. Bloody sparkling. "Thanks Iggy!" he cried, hugging the Brit.
"Ack- don't call me that and get the hell off me!" America laughed and let go, only to grab the other man's hand and try to drag him over to his car. "C'mon, lets go save my little bro!"
"Git! Let me get some proper clothes on first! Slow down!" The Englishman's protests fell on deaf ears and he was dragged down the path by the American and practically thrown into the passenger seat of his car.
"Lets go be hero's!" America shouted, randomly pointing ahead of himself and starting the engine of his car.
A/N-Can you tell I like writing England? I like writing England. Gotta love us Brits...
ANYway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry there was no interactions between Russia and Canada but... there was some England being grumpy :D (I like grumpy England X3)
Canada: I wasn't in this chapter...
I'm sorry Canada, you'll definitely be in the next one.
Canada: No! I'm happy I wasn't in this chapter, bad stuff always seems to happen to me in fanfictions...
Well... to bad, you're going to be in the next one :P
Canada: D:
Oh, and I hope it's possible for it to be 11am in Russia while it's 4am in England... I know it's possible for it to be 2pm in Russia at 4am in the Uk but... yeah, I know very little about time zones, so please correct me if I'm wrong OTL
Also, 12 reviews on the last chapter? You guys are AMAZING! Please keep reviewing, they are like an energy drink during school, they keep you focused on what you need to be doing and help you get it done.
Until next time peeps,
~Tigress
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