Y/N opened their eyes to see they were in the middle of the air nearly hitting the ground in a few seconds letting out a yelp as they fell on their left arm.

Y/Ns POV

I felt like I had gone through enough fucking pain my arm is so fucked up Until I heard a voice... "No- No! Trust me! I saw some person fall from the sky!" they had a slightly accented Russian voice, highly pitched. Jesus, I sound like a nerd, then I heard, "Bel, Look.. I trust you to the bottom of my heart but Это безумие!" it was the same accent, but heavier.

I couldn't do anything.

I can't move.

I broke my arm.

I just... laid there, in silent agony waiting for them to at least take me to a goddamn hospital. "hold on- I see you!" they yelled, I rose my right hand to show I was there and not some scarecrow. "Holy shi- у тебя все нормально?" the other spoke, in Russian of course. thats why I couldn't hear most of their conversations! I opened my mouth, only to manage out a "...huh?" holy shit, im weak. "you just like America..." he (i presume) mumbled, it wasn't that loud but loud enough for me to hear it. "Oh shut up ruski! carry her! she needs help obviously!" the other scolded him, which he did but in a bridal way.

when he touched my left arm it felt like someone had physical contact with my nervous system "OW WHAT THE FUCK?!" I spat out, engulfed with the fucking pain that just said bwqiiooomb- BAM! they both got startled at the outburst "oh-.. my bad." I shrugged, sighed, and looked at my left arm and saw blood-...

"did you-" he said, pausing before sighing. "bel, they need to go to the hospital!" he yelled at the other, but for once he respected my pronouns! "well SORRY! they were covering up their arm so well!" they yelled back, pouting. "ca-can you guys not yell? I already had to deal with two younger kids yesterday and im not mentally prepared for y-yelling." I requested, very politely and it was true! two 5-year-olds were being assholes to each other and decided to scream, and... did I slightly stutter?

THIRD POV

They both stopped yelling, hearing the request. "да, we'll shut up." Russia said, really wanting for this.. person? to just relax. Belarus started walking back to their house, and Russia followed behind carrying them. it was silent, so the person spoke up "hey uhhh..." they trailed off, "Russia, but you can call me ruski or Russ if you want to." he spoke, continuing to walk and somehow catching up to Belarus "right, so uh ruski. Where am I?" they asked, with genuine confusion. "To be honest, I have no idea. You'll have to ask meri for that information." he answered, Belarus snickered "you two still call each other nicknames?" she asked, before busting out laughing "I thought yall were rivals! not lovers!" she said between laughs.

Russia was tinted with a shade of red, "shut up before I start dragging you like last time." he threatened, and that managed to shut her up. "Honestly, I never felt safe in some place I've never been to before ever in my life." Y/N said, Bel spoke up "aside from that, you sound American." she said, placing her suspicions out there. "Nah.. im Mexican," Y/N answered, with sarcasm before giggling "joking, im joking!" they answered, truthfully "though... I can speak a little bit of Spanish." they continued, realizing they spoke too much. "Sorry, you can talk now." Y/N said, apologizing "it's alright..." bel assured them "but, are you?" she asked again.

"Yes, im American! do you want me to eat a burger and fries while on a search for some fucking oil?" they answered, hearing a chuckle from ruski "thats a really funny insult I've heard that relates to America." he said before stopping and getting out some house keys somehow still carrying Y/N. "how do you-" Y/N stuttered, a lot trying to place the pieces together, Belarus giggled at the confusion they're having before opening the door after Russia unlocked it to carry in their 'they-need-help-because-they-broke-their-arm' visitor.

END OF CHAPTER