USSR x America

Chapter five

(So this basically the last chapter but in Soviets POV)

USSR POV

I watched as America ran out the door to his house. Why did his brother call him to tell him he's wanted at his house? I wondered sitting on the couch still.

"Son, I'm back." My dad said.

"Hey." Was all I replied with.

"Are you okay? Where's your friend?" He asked me.

"I'm fine. He's at his house. I just hope he's alright." I replied looking out the window.

"He'll be fine." My dad tried to reassure me.

"I hope." I sighed.

Timeskip

It's been a couple hours of me doing nothing so I'm gonna text America.

S: Hey America. Are you okay?
A: Yeah I'm fine
S: Are you sure? If there's something going on please tell me so I can help.
A: I'd rather not talk about it over text. I'll tell you tomorrow at school.
S: Okay. Just know I care about you.

I wonder what is going on that he doesn't want to talk about over text. When he didn't respond for a while I started working on a report for my dad to help him out with all his work.

I finally finished it and looked at the time 23:45 (11:45) pm. I spent that much time on it?! Geez. I should get some sleep. All of a sudden Ame texted me.

A: Good night Soviet.
S:Good night Ame. Sweet dreams.
A: Sweet dreams.

I texted smiling. He can be an idiot but he's an adorable idiot. I thought. Right when I realized what I thought I blushed furiously. I can't keep this to myself but how do I tell America I love him? I questioned myself. "I'll go talk to my dad about this." I mumbled.

I knocked on his office door lightly. "Dad?" I said quietly.

"Yes son? You can come in." He replied.

"I'm sorry for coming in here so late but I need to talk about something." I looked down refusing to make eye contact.

"What is it?" He asked.

"It's embarrassing to admit this but I can't tell my crush I like him." I said still refusing to make eye contact with my dad.

"Who's your crush?" He asked.

"Okay first off, you're not mad I'm gay? Second of all... please don't be mad but my crush is America." I looked down at my hands that were resting on my lap.

"To answer your question no I'm not mad you're gay. Second of all don't know how to help you with telling the capitalist you like him." He responded.

"Okay, well thanks for listening to me." I responded making eye contact for the first time since I walked in the room and left. How the fuck am I gonna tell America I love him? I thought walking back to my room. 00:05 (12:05 am) I was talking to him that long?!?!! I need sleep! There's school tomorrow! I mentally yelled. Good night America I love you. I thought before falling asleep.