Author Commentary: Takes place a day after Russia was kicked out of Lithuania's house. This chapter will be separated into two parts. This chapter will be called "If You Think You're Lonely Now".
Rating: T
Warnings: Anti-RusLiet; OOCness; Slight "Naughty" Language; Mpreg and yaoi/shonen-ai
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
America was assisting Russia in the process of moving Russia's stuff into America's loft apartment in New York City.
The two had gotten half of Russia's clothes in the apartment in four hours.
Russia collapsed on America's couch. Russia began to sob loudly. "It was so stupid, America! Why—why—did I do it?"
America shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "I'm not sure, Russia Dude."
"I feel so... so lonely, America!" Russia cried. "I-I haven't felt like this since the day Alexei died!" The night that Tsarevitch Alexei Romanov died—at Russia's hand—had punched a huge, gaping hole in Russia's heart.
America looked at the floor. "If you're lonely now," The blond began. "It just gets worse. Believe me. I've had plently relationships go bad. It doesn't get any easier."
Russia managed to end his sobbing. "I can't believe I hurt him so bad... he's the person who's carried my child for six—almost seven—months. We get into a fight and I cheat with you." Russia looked at America. "Don't get me wrong, you're a good guy! I—"
America laughed good-naturedly. "It's fine, dude! It get it! You're not exactly my type either!"
"America..."
"Yeah, dude?"
"Do you think Lithuania'll forgive me?"