Heavens fall AU, second draft

Escape?

TW:

America thoroughly chewed a piece of bread. 

Between the nightmares, the work, and the lack of privacy he wasn't sure just how much more of living with USSR he could take. She had taken to treating him and Poland like personal slaves, putting them in charge of cooking and house work while she and her federations went out looting.

Russia stayed behind that night. He spent most of his time watching them like some kind of oversized hawk. That meant Poland wouldn't talk about much outside of what needed to be done that minute, which made time drag. America contemplated just trying to run, escape or die trying, but that would leave his states exposed and he suspected he wasn't the only one USSR was messing with.

"I am getting more ammo," Russia announced, "Do not do anything stupid." He left the room.

They wasted no time as they ran out the door into the moonlit woods. Poland motioned to America to follow him. He lead them effortlessly through the forest, ducking under thorn bushes and making sure to back track just to make them harder to follow.

"If we get caught, we're dead," America said quietly.

"If we get caught, you better hope she just kills us," Poland corrected.

They continued as quickly and quietly as they could, the feeling of eyes on their backs lingering in their minds. A twig snapped back the way they came. Poland bolted. America ran behind him, crashing through the woods.

America only slowed when he reached Poland's car. Poland ran past the vehicle while America caught his breath.

The sound of the doors unlocking startled him. America looked up, Poland gestured to the trunk. America stepped to it as it opened, revealing a hunting riffle.

"You had this the whole time?" America asked.

"It was locked in the trunk, and I did not want the big red bitch to get it," Poland shrugged. He passed the gun to America. "You know how to shoot?"

"Yeah," America answered, fighting the urge to be sarcastic.

"On your six!" Poland yelled. America turned and aimed, Russia was less than twenty feet away, holding his hands up, his riffle in one of them.

"Put the gun down!" America barked.

"Easy, I just want to talk." Russia slowly put the riffle on the ground. Poland ran up and took it before he retreated to the driver's side of the car.

"Spill it," America said.

 Poland flashed him a concerned look.

"Something is definitely wrong with my mother," Russia said, "Since she's been back-"

"Roja, Your mother has been wrong well before th-"

"Was she doing witchcraft before, cyka?" He sighed, "If I can get away from her, I can find someone who can help her. Maybe UN will know something. I just know something is up."

"And why should we trust you?" Poland shot back.

"If I wanted you dead, I would have shot you from the tree line. If I wanted to catch you, I would have fired from the house," Russia said. "And if I didn't want you to escape, why would I have left you alone?"

"Or you want to know where we'd go."

"Would I not just follow you in that case?" Russia asked. "Besides that, would a third set of eyes really be a bad thing?"

"Assuming that third set isn't a spy," America said thoughtfully.

"The radios and phones are out, how would I even communicate back to her?"

"We don't know what kind of Slavic magic she has on you," America said.

"What is to say she does not have the same magic on you?" Russia retorted.

"Fine," America said, "Poland, what do you think?"

"I don't trust it," Poland said, "But I like leaving a witness a lot less."

"Alright, I'll keep a gun on him."

"What?" Russia asked.

"Just get in the car and let's go before your mom gets back!" America yelled.

With that the three countries climbed into the car and Poland speed off into the dark, all three hoping no one spotted them.