Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Sobering Truth

Without a glance back, he left and the door slowly closed behind him.

Russia groaned and hit his head on the doorframe he was leaned against. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid," he scolded himself as he hit his head again for each word. His forehead hurt and felt like it was throbbing, matching the speed of his heartbeat that was starting to slow. The adrenaline had begun to leave him, draining him, making his legs weak.

"Why did I even say anything," Russia asked out loud to air and slumped down. "I should of followed plan."

America sniffed, the colder air quickly making him shiver as it entered briskly into his lungs. He moved fast, the slight wind resistance making the air feel colder than it was, although that could be contributed to his previous brush with serious frostbite. His skin wasn't as sensitive to cold as it was before, but it still made him hug his arms tightly. An action he would have done without the cold, as it expressed his attempt to hold everything inside.

A single tear slid down his cheek and as soon as it appeared, America just as quickly rubbed it away. To make a point to himself he wiped both of his eyes and tried to steady his shaky breaths. Could Russia really mean never?

Not wanting to think about it anymore, he pulled out his phone and went right to his contacts. He scrolled through them all before deciding on texting South Korea.

Cool Dude- Hey, you at home?

After a few minutes, he still didn't receive a reply, so like a normal friend, he decided to call and see if he would pick up then.

His phone rang and after a few seconds South picked up. His end was filled with background noise, video games, and his last of a shout at a character on one of his monitors.

"Yo, wassup, I'm in the middle of a zombie horde right now."

"Nothing, can I crash your parade for awhile?"

"Only if you can carry your weight this time and not get me killed." South taunted, pausing his game when he got to a safe spot for an easy reentry back to the fight. He looked down at his phone to America's contact photo, him making a dumb face as America tried to defend himself.

"Let's face it, if it weren't for me you wouldn't have made it through that round."

"I'm not the one who threw the grenade at himself."

"Listen, that was an accident!" America pointed his finger at the air as if South were standing in front of him. "And I didn't die so, no harm done."

"You gave away our position dumbass!"

"Hush, that doesn't matter either."

South sighed and scrolled through his phone notifications, checking to see if there was anything important he needed to see. Just a few texts from Japan and Vietnam, but he could ignore those for the moment.

"How long until you'll get here?"

America looked up and tried to see where he was exactly. He knew he was close to China's place, maybe a 30-minute walk until he got to South's. "Uh, 'bout a half hour."

"Okay, I'll see what mood 이북, 以北 (North) is in."

"Gotcha, I'll text you when I'm close," America said as he hung up and went through his phone. He could ask for a ride from someone, but he'd rather walk. Sitting in a car with not much to distract himself with wasn't exactly what he wanted, especially if the driver asks him why he looks upset.

His thoughts of that were interrupted when he noticed he had a few texts and missed calls from his dad and his brothers. They were probably calling him to see where he was at and cause their dad had asked them to. Apparently, Wales was supposed to be visiting and it was important for America to be there, but he had figured spending the night at Russia's would be better.