Light of Mine (RusAme)

Chapter 49

Ame's P.O.V (Cursing)

I sighed as my limbs spread themselves out on the bed's sheets.

I had just had dinner, and I was feeling content, which wasn't a feeling that I had often, so I wanted to cherish it.

My breathing was a steady rhythm of in and out. My eyes drooped closed, and I smiled.

Them...

My eyes snapped open, how dare I rest when they weren't safe. I bashed myself with several thoughts in my head, before I sat up.

I shook my head a little bit, I shouldn't rest until I at least check up on them.

I instinctively reached over to my dresser and fumbled around for my phone. My hand was met with an empty dresser.

I furrowed my eyebrows and scanned the room. Was it not here?

Apparently it wasn't, this fact made me groan in frustration.

My feet stood me up, and I walked over to the door of my makeshift room. I gripped the handle and tossed it open.

The hall in front of me was somewhat bland, only having a few pictures propped up on the walls and lights on the ceiling. The pictures were from all sorts of events and times that I couldn't quite remember. They had eldern countries in the background, and most were in black and white. It had been such a long time since I had seen any of their faces, and I couldn't believe that Russia would have these old things.

Yet, here they were.

I brushed them off till a later date, they could wait, my states couldn't.

I rushed down the stairs to the first level and arrived in the kitchen. Russia was cleaning the dishes from dinner, and I felt a bit bad about not doing my fair share.

My brain had a different idea though; I needed to contact my states.

Ever since that first visit, I had been sneakily calling my states in secret to know what they were feeling and to convince them that the person who was in my house was, one, not safe, and two, not papi's friend.

My eyes glanced anxiously around the room in search of my phone, but I didn't see it, so I moved into the next space.

The living room in Russia's house was easily the biggest room out of all of the rooms. There was a couch and a chair near the epicenter of it, but in the center of those two objects was a wooden, oval-shaped coffee table.

In front of them was a fireplace with a TV above it and attached to the wall. On the actual fireplace, there was an assortment of different potted greenery decorating the edges. On either side of the fireplace there was a ginormous window that exposed the dimming sky.

"Aha!" I sprinted over to the coffee table and plucked my phone up off of it. I sighed in relief and turned it on.

I hit the call button, tapped on recents, and clicked on my most loyalist state; Massachusetts.

"Hello?" A slightly groggy voice responded.

"Morning, Massachusetts. How have you been?" I greeted, much to her surprise.

"Oh, hi dad!" She exclaimed in a hushed tone. "I'm doin' alright. It's just been a bit tense over here."

She went silent for a moment, "Hey, dad. Uncle Canada came over today, but you weren't with him. Were you busy, or somethin' like that?"