~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:67◀

The chapter:

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3rd person pov:

The morning arrived with a sense of finality. The house, once filled with the sounds of laughter and conversation, was now quiet as everyone prepared to return to their homelands. The trip had been an odd mix of camaraderie and tension, and Russia felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety as he packed his belongings.

America watched him silently, his usual teasing demeanor replaced by a contemplative silence. He hadn’t let up his torment, but the impending departure seemed to have shifted something in his behavior. As Russia zipped up his suitcase, he could feel America’s eyes on him, a constant reminder of the previous night’s events.

Downstairs, the others were gathering, saying their goodbyes and making plans for their journeys. China was already outside, talking to Canada and waiting for his own ride to the airport. The crisp morning air carried the sounds of their conversation, a stark contrast to the quiet inside.

Russia hesitated at the top of the stairs, his heart heavy. The thought of going back to his homeland was bittersweet. On one hand, it meant escaping America’s relentless presence, but on the other, it also meant facing his own isolation.

As he descended the stairs, America followed closely behind, his presence like a shadow. They joined the others, and for a moment, it was almost like nothing had happened. The group exchanged farewells, the atmosphere tinged with the sadness of parting but also a sense of relief.

China approached Russia, his expression softening as he looked at him. “Take care, Russia,” he said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Remember, you’re not alone.”

Russia managed a small smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you, China,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

America, standing a few steps away, watched the interaction with a smirk. He didn’t say anything, but his presence was enough to keep Russia on edge.

The sound of car engines starting signaled the beginning of their departures. One by one, they left, heading to the airport or driving off to their respective homes. Russia’s heart pounded as he watched China get into his car, giving him one last reassuring nod before driving away.

When it was Russia’s turn to leave, he felt a mix of emotions. America walked him to the car, his hand gripping Russia’s arm just a bit too tightly. “Safe travels, princess,” he whispered, his tone mocking. “Don’t forget about our fun times~".

Russia swallowed hard, his throat tight with fear and anger. He didn’t respond, not trusting himself to speak. Instead, he climbed into the car, closing the door behind him and finally feeling a small sense of relief as he drove away from the house.

The flight back to his homeland was long and uneventful. Russia stared out the window, his mind racing with thoughts of the trip and America’s torment. He couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that clung to him, even as the miles between them grew.

As he stepped off the plane and into the familiar cold of his homeland, he felt a strange sense of peace. The air was crisp and clear, and for a moment, he allowed himself to breathe deeply, feeling the tension slowly leave his body.

Meanwhile, back at Canada’s house, America and Canada watched the cars and planes depart. Canada turned to his brother, a concerned look on his face. “You sure you don’t want to head back too?” he asked.

America shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nah, I think I’ll stick around for a bit,” he replied. “Gotta make sure you don’t get too lonely without me.”