Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Reconnction

Narrator's POV

"America, if you could follow me, please?" Haud said as she opened the cell door, standing to the side to allow her son to follow.

Of course, America not knowing who she was or even where he was, clung onto Russia tighter. He glared at her, not realizing his glasses were off just yet. Russia held him close as well, but not in the same level of urgency. More so he felt safer.

"Please, it is important."

"Lady I don't even know who you are, and you have us locked up! Where's Canada? My brother, where is he!"

"America calm down," Russia tried to reason with him.

"No, where's my brother! And Kaz!"

Haud sighed, remembering how her son could be so persistent. And it took all of her willpower not to say anything about it, or run to him, brush her hand against his face and pull him close into a tight hug once more. The last time she managed to embrace him in her arms, he was unconscious and she had to leave him in another country's care.

"They are okay, just in their own cells for now. Safe and sound. Russia insisted that he stayed with you."

"Sounds gay," America muttered so only Russia could hear. He rolled his eyes and tried to keep a straight face. Fuck you it was a pun.

"I want to see him, if I see him then maybe I'll go with you."

"America, you don't have a choice."

"Well then you will have to drag me out of here," he said before turning his head to hide it in Russia's neck. His actions may have been childlike, but whatever works to get him away from that woman. He had a bad feeling about her and the whole situation. A few bits of memory from a cave system he was in the year before came back to mind and he had the same feelings then as well. This was bad, then was bad, Russia is safe.

His "safety" patted America's back, holding him close before walking to Haud. She gestured to her son as a silent way of asking for assistance.

"I go where he goes," Russia said, and would have regardless if Haud had asked for help or not.

"Of course," Haud nodded, noticing America peaking at her from the corner of his eyes. "He might listen better with you."

Russia followed Haud down the halls of the cave, trying to remember the layout he already knew and the bits he could remember from last year's 'visit'. And whether he liked it or not, America was doing the same. When he glanced up, he recognized the cave walls and some of the carvings in them and was hit with a memory of running past it in a hurry.

Wherever they were he hoped he could find a way out and get his brother.

Russia didn't recognize how tense America felt until they were both stopped. As they paused, he could tell by how little he had moved. Arms stiffed and legs locked, America was ready to be dragged away from Russia at any time and never see him again.

The whole area, this whole place it hurt. It sent chills down his spine, a pit of dreadful remembrance. He wasn't meant to be here, he had to leave. They all had to leave, this was bad, this was all bad. None of them were supposed to be here.

"I'll have to let the others know America refused to leave you, stay right here," Haud said before pushing back an animal skin cloth and entering the room behind it.

Russia rubbed America's back, swaying slightly in hopes that would calm him down. He was too deep in worry for something like that to work, or for him to even notice.

After a minute of discussion, Haud moved the makeshift door to let Russia and America through.

Inside was a room America recognized, though he couldn't fully explain why. It was a bigger room, cloaked figures sitting in a half-circle looking at the two. In the center was what looked to be a dying fire, smoke rising from the glowing embers and going into a carved-out hole in the ceiling. Some form of a ventilation system he guessed.