Belarus flopped headfirst into her bed, absolutely exhausted. Her legs were so achy and tired she had to use her arms to slowly crawl up to the top of the bed. She then laid her head on the cold pillow, before rolling under the thick covers and curling into a ball.
Today had proven to be much more energy-exerting then she would've liked.
Earlier in the day she had finished eavesdropping on America's private moment and made her way back to the house, only to find it in shambles.
Apparently after Hero got his fix of catnip, he somehow got into the pantry and ate a bag of coffee beans, thinking it was cat food. How he didn't die from the bitterness... or the fact that coffee is poisonous to cats... neither America or Belarus knew, but what they did know was that there was a hyperactive cat skidding around the house tearing everything to shreds.
Belarus didn't really care so she waited for America to arrive, and when he did he freaked out and began chasing his cat around the house. For a cat so incredibly fat, it was surprisingly fast.
Belarus would've stayed out, silently enjoying America's pitiful attempt of catching the cat, if it weren't for Hero jumping up on the counter and spilling an entire pitcher of water on her.
That was the second time she had gotten water dumped on her dress, so as a result she completely lost it and began chasing the cat as well.
Using her vast knowledge and personal experiences in chasing people, she eventually caught Hero... only after the sun had already gone down. America was worried she would try to kill his pet, but was delighted when he saw her letting out her anger with aggressive belly rubs, though she completely denied it.
Speaking of Hero, he had just jumped up onto Belarus' bed and curled up next to her, to which she pet him again.
Belarus reached her hand out and grabbed her new phone, wanting to set it up now so it was ready for tomorrow.
After the normal signing in and backing up, she decided to make a call to make sure it worked. After some thinking, she called Lithuania again, she still had yet to prank him.
After a few rings, the other line picked up, to which the voice asked, "hello, who is this?!"
Why did he sound so scared? Whatever, that would just make it easier for her. After clearing her throat, Belarus spoke in a Brooklyn accent, "Mr. Laurinaitus, you're in some deep shit now, either you pay us back ASAP, or me n' the boss will come find you and shatter your kneecaps, capisce?"
". . . Ms. Belarus?"
'Dammit.' "Yeah hi cat shit, just making sure my phone worked, goodbye."
"Wait!!!!" Lithuania screamed.
"What?" She asked.
"Where have you been? We have been the worried sick!"
Belarus perked up a little and leaned the phone closer to her mouth. "All of you?"
"Yes everyone, especially your siblings. What happened?"
Belarus ignored the question, too lost in her own thoughts. Did Russia really want her back?
For a couple minutes both sides were completely silent, until Lithuania couldn't take it anymore.
"Ms. Belarus, hello? Are you there? He— Oh My God!! Is that a black hole?! Noooo- -kzzzt-"
The call suddenly cut out, but Belarus didn't seem to notice. Instantly she called Russia's phone and put the phone back to her ear.
After a second the line picked up, but rather than her brother's voice, a female one was heard. "Hello?"
"Sestra, it's me," Belarus responded.
A few moments went by before Ukraine let out a piercing scream, causing Belarus to drop her phone. As she fumbled to put it back to her ear, she heard Ukraine rambling off again.
"Sestra slow down, I can't understand a word you're saying."
Ukraine instantly quieted down and apologized, before stating, "we've been very worried, are you alright?"
"Da, I was actually going to ask you that."
"I am now, but your brother not so much. He is the refusing to leave his room."
"I wish he would just leave China and be with me instead, I can cheer him up x1000 more than that little man."
"You can be cheering him up without having to be one, just be coming back and be his sister again," Ukraine pleaded.
"I can't. If I'm not one with him then he'll be lonely again."
"But he's not the lonely anymore, he has China. Just be coming back to us and no one will be lonely," Ukraine argued.
"You don't understand... I need him. . . and China fucking took him!"
"...sestra it's not-"
"No! If big brother truly wanted me back he would've left that dirt bag already. He's acting sad but he's probably celebrating that I left."
"Natalya! That is not true! He would never be happy about his family leaving."
"Whatever."
"..."
"..."
"So is this meaning you are not to be coming home?" Ukraine asked sadly.
"Not yet," Belarus responded.
"Ok... well can we at least know where you are?"
"Still in America."
"Where specifically?"
Belarus huffed in annoyance. "If Russia kept him and China a secret then I can at least have a secret of my own."
"Very well."
The two fell into a long, uncomfortable silence. When neither could think of anything to say, they decided to say their goodbyes and hang up.
Belarus set her phone on the nearby nightstand and rolled over to face Hero, who had fallen asleep a while ago. She then put her arms around the cat and pulled it closer to her, burying her face in its floof to attempt to hide from the emotions creeping up within her. Before they could boil over, the warm fur succeeded in putting her to sleep.
Several days have gone by since Belarus' talk with her sister, and so far she hasn't heard anything back. Hopefully that meant they would understand to stay away for now.
Tony has yet to return, much to America's worry and Belarus' amusement, knowing Lithuania was probably on some distant planet light years away.
What wasn't amusing for Belarus was America constantly trying to get her to go places with him. First he would offer to go somewhere, like town for instance. To which she would refuse, only for America to give her the sad puppy dog eyes.
God how she hated those eyes. If only she could just gouge them out... but sadly they were just too powerful.
Luckily for her America had to leave for a G8 meeting in Germany, which also meant he would most likely stay longer to hang out with Prussia.
That gave her plenty of time away from him and those evil eyes, and more time to read the journal she's been dying to get back to.
Rather than the dusty storage room, she took the book out and moved to the living room. No Tony, no America, just her and a fluffy cat enjoying the peaceful silence.
She flipped to the last read page and began reading:
June 20, 1675
A Native American man named King Philip, or Metacomet, has declared war against the colonists. I can tell this one is going to hurt. I wonder how Mom could hide the pain so well... I know she was strong, but man... this sucks.
March 18, 1676
King Philip's War isn't even over yet and there's already more fighting, this time between the colonists and themselves. Some guy named Nathanial Bacon is starting a rebellion against the governor of Virginia, and is threatening to burn down Jamestown.
March 4, 1681
An Englishman named William Penn came to America and founded a large colony called Pennsylvania, named after him obviously. He and more Quakers came to America for freedom, which they made sure was part of their government. Besides the constant fighting, the colonies are a nice place to live.
June 9, 1689
The colonists just got news that Artie has gotten two new bosses after the "Glorious Revolution," as they called it. The colonists seemed really happy about winning "representation over tyranny." I'm not really sure what that means, but if my people are happy, I'm happy.
September 22, 1692
I hate the colonists!! They're evil, and horrible, and... and... murderers! Why would they do this? I thought they liked me!
First they broke into my house in the middle of the night and dragged me out of bed, before carrying me outside where there was a bunch of people carrying torches and screaming at me. They called me a "which" and a "freak," saying I "was an evil child fancying the devil."
I don't know what they were talking about. I know I use magic and don't age like them, but I'm not evil. I pleaded with the colonists but they refused to listen. Instead, myself and a group of seven women and one man were hauled off to Ingersoll's Tavern.
They accused all of us of witchcraft. I guess I wasn't careful enough and people began to notice that I haven't aged. The others don't make sense though, most are just widows, and Mr. Wardwell married a widow. So why are they guilty?
Before we knew it, we were all dragged to the gallows and placed on the platform. The village reverend came out and once again accused us, before giving the order to put the nooses on our necks.
The women and man pleaded for their lives, but for myself, I was stumped between pleading or just staying silent. I was more interested about what would happen next. Would my super strength keep me alive? Or I die and see Mom and Davie again? What even happens when you die?
My questions were answered when the reverend gave the command for the executioner to pull the lever, then all I saw was black.
Instantly my vision came back, and what I saw were the terrified faces of the villagers and a loud scream from one of the women in the crowd. Before the noose could finish me off, I broke out of my binds and ripped the noose in half, dropping me through the trapdoor.
As I lifted my head through the top of the trapdoor, I finally noticed the 8 dangling bodies of the others, all very much dead.
A pair of hands grabbed me by the arms and yanked me out of the hole before pinning me to the ground. I threw him off and began trying to run, but then some of the men from the crowd tackled me.
They then began hauling me off somewhere else, but I was more concerned with why I was back. The others died, so why haven't I? Mom didn't come back when she died, so how is this different?
The villagers tied me to a pole, this time with multiple layers of chains so I wouldn't break out. They then placed logs around my feet, doused it all in oil, then lit it on fire.
I've never felt something this painful. The emotional pain of losing Davie and Mom, the constant wars on my land... nothing even came close.
And just like before, I came back. I watched my own burnt skin heal itself, the bones that cracked from the heat reform and straighten out, my burning throat and lungs refill with air.
The villagers then took me to a trough and dunked my head in it, holding it under until the water filled my lungs, burning them once again until I blacked out.
By the time I came back, coughing up the dirty horse water, I was already back at the gallows. The villagers just didn't seem to know how to kill me, so they decided to experiment with every option they had.
They hung me, lit me on fire, lit me on fire and hung me at the same time, drowned me in holy water, chopped off my head, shot me, blew me up with a powder keg, crucified me, everything. Again, and again, and again. . . and again.
When they grew tired of "toying" with me, they carried me through town, chained a large boulder to my legs, and dropped me in the harbor.
Hours must've gone by, I would try to break the chain, drown, wake up, then start again. My lungs were burning so much that they went completely numb. I could never get the chain, it was too slippery, and the freezing water stung my hands every time I gripped the chain.
I eventually began trying to swim, using my super strength to slowly push through the water. After a couple more drowning cycles I dragged myself out and onto the beach, where I coughed up the water and broke the chain.
I ran as fast as I could back home, grabbed this book and Mom's belongings, and ran. Currently I'm hiding out in the forests around Boston, hopefully they don't figure out I escaped and come looking for me.
These aren't my people, they were never my people. The natives are my people, Mom's people. I don't want to be alone out here with these... monsters.
I want Mattie, and I want. . . I want my Mommy.
September 25, 1692
It still hurts you know, even though they're just memories now. I'm fully healed but if I think about that night, I can feel everything. The burning skin, the broken bones, the bullets, the heat of the explosions. But what hurts most... by far... are my lungs and throat. It's like all of those methods of killing were specifically for damaging those. The axe, the smoke, the water... the noose, it all still hurts.
On a separate note, I can't see or feel any magic anymore. The spirits are gone, casting spells are gone, everything's just... gone.
I don't want to tell Artie, he'll probably freak out and wonder how I lost it, then I would have to tell him everything his people did to me. I don't want to worry him.
- Alfred Kirkland
Belarus slammed the book shut and set it on the coffee table. That last entry made her want to vomit. Both over the image of a child being tortured, and her own guilt.
How could she be so foolish? Threatening to hang him from a tree? Tony was right about her being an insensitive bitch. She may enjoy insulting people, but even she wasn't this cruel.
Ok, so now talking about death, hanging, drowning, and burning are all prohibited.
The temporary knot in her stomach subsided, allowing a dull pain of emptiness to come back to bite her for neglecting it for so long.
She tried getting up to get a snack, but a heavy weight on her waist stopped her. On her lap was Hero, curled up and sleeping in a big, warm ball.
"Dammit! I'm trapped."
America sprinted through the halls, fumbling with his briefcase as he ran to the meeting room.
It had been a while since there was a G8 meeting in Europe, so he was completely unprepared for the jet lag and ended up sleeping in two hours late.
He bursted through the doors, with his classic, "don't worry guys, the hero has finally arrived!"
Six pairs of eyes, and one pair from a fluffy white bear looked up to the door. "America, you've finally arrived," Italy happily greeted.
America waved to him before taking his seat between Canada and England. He looked around the room, noticing someone was still missing. "Yo dudes, where's Russki at?"
"Ve are not sure, ve vere hoping you knew," Germany said.
"Nope, sorry. Last I saw of him was at the meeting," America apologized.
"You're no help at all," England huffed as he crossed his arms.
America shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "Sorry I'm not actively spying on him. Besides, you're not exactly helping either."
England was just about to retort, but suddenly the meeting door opened, gaining the attention of everyone. In the doorway stood Russia, but something was off.
Under his eyes were big, dark bags, his normal purple eyes were now dull and lifeless, and his hair was greasy and matted. Silently he walked across the room and took an empty seat, slouching in his chair and pulling his scarf up to cover the bottom half of his face. Something was definitely wrong, he didn't even sit on Canada.
"Russia, are you arright?" Japan asked.
"Mhm," Russia responded, though no one believed that.
"...Right, let's begin ze meeting zhen. Italy you're up first, and please, don't talk about pasta."
Italy grinned and jumped out of his chair before running up to the podium. He did in fact talk about pasta, but no one seemed to notice because they were too distracted by Russia's strange behavior.
After Italy finished, it was then Russia's turn. He let out an audible sigh before standing up and walking to the podium, beginning his speech.
"Mother Russia's been doing great, the economy's great, we're the greatest, I'll be doing the crushing of you all if you say otherwise. . . That's about it."
He then pulled out a flask from his coat and downed half of it, before stepping down from the podium and going back to his seat.
All the countries stared at him in shock, that was so... unlike him. The only time he even came close to this strange was when the Soviet Union fell, and even that paled in comparison to whatever this was.
Germany decided to break the silence before it got too obvious they were staring at him. "Um... America, you're up."
America stopped looking at Russia and nodded to Germany before standing up and taking his turn at the podium.
"Alright, so you guys know how climate change is bad right? I mean you should, we've talked about this a million times. Well, myself, China, and Japan are trying to build a giant machine that will harness the sun and turn it into clean power."
"Solar panels?" France asked.
America quirked an eyebrow at him. "What? No it's a brand new thing. It's nuclear power."
England's big eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Didn't you just say it's powered by the sun?"
"No, we're trying to copy what the sun does. C'mon Japan, help me out here."
"Are you talking about nucrear fusion?" Japan asked.
America's smile brightened now that someone actually knew what he was talking about. "Yes, exactly."
"Yes, I think it can definitery work, as rong as we can figure out how to make it produce more energy than it consumes."
"I see... explain more about zhis "nuclear fusion"," Germany said.
America ran over and dragged Japan to the podium with him, so they could discuss their joint project with the nations.
After the meeting had ended, the nations departed and went off to their hotels for the remainder of the night before they return home.
America and Japan walked through the halls of the meeting building, talking about video games or anime or whatever. Suddenly Germany appeared behind the two and got America's attention. "Yeah dude?" America asked.
"Do you sink you could send me some papers vith some more information? Zhis nuclear fusion reactor seems very interesting," Germany requested.
"Of course, I'll give them to you before I leave," America promised.
"Sank you America," Germany nodded before promptly walking away.
America turned back to Japan as the two continued down the hall. "Thanks for helping me out earlier."
"Of course, it's my idea too," Japan said.
The two continued in silence for a while, reaching the outside and beginning their walk down the street.
Across the street they could see a hunched over Russia walking in the opposite direction. He was stumbling all over the place, but they couldn't tell if he was just tired or drunk, possibly both.
"Do you have any idea what's wrong with him?" Japan asked.
America barely heard the question as he continued watching the sad sight that was Russia. "Uh yeah, he had a falling out with Belarus."
"Rearry?" Japan asked in disbelief. Belarus would never fight with Russia.
America's eyes widened as he realized what he just slipped out. "Um. . . No?"
Japan narrowed his eyes at America's nervous face. "You're hiding something. What happened?"
"Look, it's not my place to say anything. If you want to know just ask Russia," America suggested.
Japan looked behind them as Russia's stumbling figure disappeared around a street corner. "No thank you."
The two continued their walk, but is was far from peaceful, with Japan constantly pestering America to give him the info. He could be really annoying if he wanted to.
After about 10 agonizing minutes, America finally caved. "Dammit fine, just don't you dare tell anyone. Got it?"
Japan gave a determined look as he quickly nodded. America sighed before looking around to make sure they were alone.
With the coast clear, he leaned near Japan's ear and whispered to him, "you didn't hear it from me, but apparently after the last world meeting Belarus caught Russia and China making out in China's hotel room. And chances are, more than just kissing happened."
Japan slapped a hand to his nose as blood started gushing from one of his nostrils. "You're rying."
"Swear to God dude, it's real. Now don't tell anyone," he requested again. Japan nodded to him as he wiped the blood from his nose before the two continued down the street. It physically pained him not to give the other nations the juicy details, but he promised he wouldn't tell.
"By the way, do you want to come to my house later? Well, after visiting Prussia of course... I'm getting a super early deal on the Ps5, so I thought we could pre-order 2 of them and a crap ton of games."
"I wourd rike that," Japan responded.
As the days went on, Belarus did whatever she wanted around the house. First she tried on and organized all of her clothes, scoffing at the ridiculous Hello Kitty onesie. Then she spent a night watching movies and jamming out to rock music after finding a couple bottles of fine vodka from his cellar. Finally she took it upon herself to explore all the rooms America hadn't shown her, which was mainly the attic and most of the outside.
She first reentered the panic room and looked around. It already had its door repaired and put back on the door frame, and somehow the dents were also dinged out.
Nothing was particularly new to her, so instead she checked the room for more trapdoors. In total she counted four, one under each bed, and two in the walls.
She then left and was ready to go down the stairs, but stopped when she noticed a ladder on one of the walls. How she missed that before she didn't know, but it intrigued her so she climbed it and opened a trapdoor to the roof.
On top of the house was a terrace, decorated with a bunch of plants, lawn chairs, and a telescope. From up here she had a view of his entire property. In one direction was the fountain and driveway, with the large garden and front yard. Behind her was the backyard, but now she had a full view of everything... giant fields of wheat, corn, and grass. She could even faintly see the blue field of flowers far off behind the woods.
To her right was pure grass fields, stretching for miles. Between that and the backyard was the larger section of woods, which looked even more endless than the grassy field.
The final direction was to her left, which had a small trail snaking through the garden up to a garage. To the right of the garage was a large grassless rectangle, with a shooting range completely surrounded by tall hedges. To the outside of that was a small shed, probably full of gardening and lawn tools.
She exited the terrace and made her way to the garage, opening the door and looking inside. America must've had about 2 dozen cars, well actually some of them couldn't be considered cars.
Most were sports cars, including the one he picked her up in, A modded out DeLorean, though with Tony around it might actually time travel, A monster truck, a Model T Ford, a Tesla truck, a classic Harley Davidson, a sports bike, and of course. . . an Abrams M1A2 tank.
To the back of the garage was another door, which she soon figured out led to a personal gym. It had all the equipment you could imagine: dumbbells, barbells, dieting machines, treadmills, ellipticals, a stationary bike, and all sorts of other things. He even had custom-made objects for his super strength, like a barbell with giant, 1/2 meter tungsten cubes on each side. (That's over 12.5 tons! Or 2 adult elephants for reference).
The next area was the shooting range, which had a wall of guns and bows attached to the side of the garage. Belarus grabbed a rifle off the wall, an M1 Garand to be exact, and loaded it with some bullets. She then pointed it at a target and took a shot, hitting the target straight in the center.
"Still got it," she said to herself as she put the gun back on the wall. She walked around the side of the house a little more, finding a small path that led to the woods on the left.
After following the path for a couple minutes, she came to a small clearing with a single cherry blossom and a hammock. It seemed like a nice place for a picnic, or just to relax. In fact it looked so relaxing that Belarus went to go grab America's journal and brought it back to the spot.
After laying down in the hammock, she opened the book and started reading:
November 1, 1692
Yesterday I could see the spirits, I don't know why. If I remember correctly Artie's people think that day is special. Maybe it's a day where magic is at its strongest.
December 8, 1692
I've been hiding out in the woods for a couple months now, but I can't stay out here for long now that it's getting cold. I used to hang out and eat lunch with either Artie or the children from town, but lately I've been doing those things alone because I'm too scared to enter town. Soon I won't have a choice.
January 29, 1703
A few months ago war broke out between Artie, Francis, and Mom's people... I hope Mattie's ok, I haven't seen him in a long time.
April 9, 1713
The war ended, which is good. I don't know why it started or who won, I'm guessing Artie since I can feel that I took some of Mattie's land. I wish I would give it back, I don't want to hurt him like that.
May 16, 1714
This is starting to get really annoying. First Artie leaves for war, fights for a few years, comes back for a couple months, then just leaves again. Why does he have to fight so much? He's one person, the soldiers won't miss him. Can't he just stay here, stay with me?
November 22, 1718
Some people in Virginia are claiming they killed Blackbeard... Hmmmm.
June 13, 1723
Virginia is having a lot of slave problems. Yeah, I moved down to Jamestown and learned that the Africans Artie brought over were used for slave labor. I'm having mixed feelings.
February 1, 1733
Some 114 Englishman landed in a place super far south, they're calling it Georgia. That brings the total colonies up to 13. Funny how only a little over a hundred years ago it was just me, Mattie, and Mom. But now there's people everywhere... though I know Mom wouldn't like it.
March 20, 1741
Artie and Spain fought down in South America, which resulted with Artie losing. I hope he's ok, and not too injured.
April 5, 1741
Artie sent me a letter talking about his loss. I could tell he was angry, since his handwriting was more scratchy than normal. On a lighter note, apparently Spain called the colonists "Americans." It has a nice ring to it, and makes sense since that's what my name is, but it seems a little unfair to all the other nations and colonies in the Americas.
January 1, 1749
Artie sent me another letter, the war with Spain ended and he's finally coming back to me! While he's sailing up here, I'm going to move back to Boston so I can meet up with him. I'm so excited, I'll get him to get Francis to come down here with Mattie and we can all hang out together, forever.
December 25, 1749
It's Christmasssssss!!! Today we're going to open presents, and eat Francis' awesome cookies, and build snowmen, and an igloo, and make snow angels, and ice skate, and have a snowball fight, and sled, and play tag with Kumajiro, and drink hot coco while Artie reads us fairytales, and— wait... hold on I gotta go, Artie's trying to bake the cookies.
January 1, 1751
Georgia just reinstated slavery. That's a shame... or is it good?
March 10, 1753
Artie gave me a gift, it's called the "Liberty Bell." He let me be the first to ring it, but when I hit it it cracked. I guess I should've held back a little. Artie looked peeved but said they would repair it.
February 10, 1754
Francis and Artie have been arguing a lot with each other lately, but today Francis finally had it and left, taking Mattie with him. I don't want them to leave, Artie should just apologize. Instead he's just angrily cursing and pacing around his study.
February 17, 1754
No!!! Artie left again! Why does he always do this?! I need him here. He keeps saying he will be back soon... he always says that! Apparently he needs to go to his country to "deal with things." I'm not stupid, it's about Francis. Those two are at war again, they always are.
Is it my fault, does he not want to be around me? I didn't mean to push him away, I just wanted him to stay with me. I probably deserve this.
- Alfred Kirkland
When Belarus finished the passage, she gently placed a hand on the paper and glided her long fingers across the old writing, as she tried to immerse herself within the passages.
It wasn't actually that hard for her to empathize with America, since she's experienced most of these things before. The long periods of time without her family, the many wars in and around her during her early years, and even the lonely picnics. Though she was mostly alone on picnics due to others fearing they were being poisoned, which was true sometimes.
The one thing she couldn't understand was how this was the same America as now, always poking his nose into where it doesn't belong. Not to mention that, as the superpower, he's the center of the world. All that attention makes it impossible to be alone.
Slowly she began turning the page, anticipating what she would find about the only part of U.S. history she could recall.
Suddenly something pointy poked her in the head, distracting her from the book.
She promptly looked up, catching a pair of majestic golden eyes looking back at her. It took a couple of seconds for her to register the fact that an actual bald eagle was right in front of her face.
She quickly sat up and turned around to look at the elegant bird, to which it tilted its head at her. The two stared at each other for a good few minutes, until the eagle broke eye contact to look at the journal in her hands.
Before she could even react, the eagle had grabbed the book in its talons and flew off. Once she snapped out of her daze, she quickly jumped out of the hammock and chased after it.
Now at midnight, the house was still, dark, and virtually empty. That was until the front door suddenly opened, a pointy blonde hair poking into the room.
America popped his whole head in and flicked on the light switch, brightening up the foyer. He then opened the door fully and walked inside, Japan following behind him.
After running around and turning on the lights in the other rooms, the two made their way to the living room.
"Alright, just sit down and relax and I'll be back in a second. Just need to grab the computer and get out of this damn suit," America said as he tugged on his tie and walked away toward the stairs.
As he made his way up the stairs, he realized Belarus' bedroom door was open. He slowly crept up to her door and peeked in the room, finding her face down and passed out on her pillow.
She must've been too tired to actually prepare her bed, since she was sleeping on top of the blankets. Though she did manage to wear one of the nightgowns he bought, sadly it wasn't the Hello Kitty onesie.
America walked over to her and slowly lifted her off the bed with one arm, using the other one to pull back the blankets. He then set her back down and tucked her in, tugging the warm blankets up to her neck.
It was at this point he realized her face was covered with dirt. 'Jeez, I was only gone for a few days,' He laughed to himself as he wiped it off.
Afterwards, he quietly walked away and closed her door behind him, before going to his own room. Quickly he took off the bomber jacket and tossed it on his bed, then walked to his bathroom, removed the sweaty suit, and chucked it in the dirty laundry bin.
After changing into a comfy pair of pajamas, he grabbed his laptop from his study and quickly made his way back to the living room. For the next 3 hours, Japan and America went on a deep dive for all the Ps5 games they could find.
After adding them all to the cart, Japan suddenly stood up and began walking away. America spun around and looked at him in confusion, "dude where are you going? We haven't even bought them yet!"
Japan stopped and looked back at America. "I need to use the bathroom."
"...fine, but if you're not back in 5 minutes I'm buying them without you."
Japan nodded to him before walking off, meanwhile America reached in his pockets for his wallet, panicking for a second when he didn't feel it. That panic quickly dissipated when he remembered they were still in his suit pants.
"Yo dude?" He called out.
"Hm?" Japan asked as he poked his head in the doorway.
"I left my wallet in my bedroom bathroom when I was changing out of my suit. Since you're up and already going to the bathroom, could you grab it for me?" He requested as he batted his eyelashes... just for a little more convincing.
Japan silently moved away from the door and walked up to America's room, quickly entering the bathroom to do his business. Afterwards he searched America's suit pants, finding the wallet in the back pocket.
As he was about to leave the bedroom, a hint of purple was caught in the corner of his eye. Now any normal person wouldn't have batted an eye, but Japan was far from normal. Despite his introverted behavior, he could be quite stalkery and salacious, and he knew for a fact that America didn't own anything purple.
He moved away from the door and stalked over to the slightly-opened sliding door of the closet, peering inside at whatever had gotten his attention. His eyes widened as he cracked open the door and pulled the mysterious object out into the light.
Instantly his nose began pouring out blood as he held up a black lace lingerie bottom, adorned with pretty little purple bows and lace lining.
Quickly he swung open the closet and hunted for the top, eventually pulling it out and laying both on America's bed.
His mind buzzed as he tried to piece together why this would be here. Did America have a girlfriend? Or maybe this was America's, and he was secretly a uke for a larger man? Or he was the dominant one? Maybe it was Russia? What if he's in a polyamorous relationship with both Russia and China?
As more theories raced through his head, the torrent of blood flowing from his nose forced him to move away and grab some tissues.
Japan sat in the bathroom and scratched his head in thought as he held a wad of toilet paper to his nose. First Russia and China, now America? He needed to get to the bottom of this, but he couldn't just ask America and reveal that he was snooping. Instead, he decided to get help from the only person that could rival his interests in erotica.
Japan threw away the tissues before pulling out his phone and walking back to the lingerie. After taking a quick picture, he threw the clothes back in the closet and hurried downstairs.
America sat with his arms crossed, impatiently bouncing his leg up and down as he waited for Japan to come back. When Japan finally reentered the living room, America spun around and angrily pouted at him.
"What the hell dude? You took forever!" He yelled in exasperation.
"I aporigize," Japan said as he handed America his wallet. America let out a long exhale as his anger quickly faded away. "It's fine, let's just buy some games."
Japan agreed and sat down on the couch, but immediately became fixated with his phone. As America filled out his credit card information, Japan texted his partner in crime.
Hungary stirred awake as her phone loudly buzzed on her nightstand. She lazily reached out and searched around for her phone, eventually grabbing it and squinting at the bright screen as it burned her eyes.
Japan
J: Hungary I have to
terr you something.
H: Can't it vait? I'm
trying to sleep.
J: Why are you stirr sreeping,
isn't it around 9:00 AM in
Hungary right now?
H: Vell I vas trying to
sleep in, but zhat's
obviously not happening.
So vhat's up?
J: I think America is
seeing someone.
Hungary quickly shot up from her pillow, startling Austria awake.
"Is everysing alright?"
"Not now," Hungary waved him off as she started texting back.
Japan
How do you know?
I was using America's
bathroom and found this
in his croset.
As an image appeared on Hungary's phone, a small dribble of blood formed under her nose.
America was so young, was he even ready for something as naughty as this?
Hungary
H: Do you sink it
is America's?
Is he a uke?
J: Possibry, but I'm
not sure yet.
H: Vell vhat do you
sink ve should do?
J: For now, ret's just
watch from afar. He
wirr srip up eventuarry.
H: Should ve get
help from France?
J: No, he would just
ask America directry.
H: Ok.
. . . . .
Vait does zhis mean
ve finally know about
a relationship France
doesn't?
J: I suppose it does.
As Hungary happily tapped away on her phone, Austria watched in both intrigue and slight concern.
"Vhat is zhis all about?"
Hungary slightly flinched as she remembered there was another person in her bed. Slowly she turned around and looked at Austria. "Nosing, just go back to sleep."
Austria took one glance at her red face and blood coming from her nose, before rolling over and looking away from her.
"I don't vant to know."