Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Gone

Russia's POV

One would think trying to find a village you were kidnapped in would be simple. But no, it wasn't.

I needed to rest my feet from the long hike, so I sat down on a nearby fallen log. It was still cold, the spring kind of cold. I knew I would be fine, and it would warm up later in the day. I needed to get up early to catch Vietnam before he went to one of his classes.

I stay sitting on the log for a little while longer, taking a drink from my water bottle occasionally before deciding to carry on.

Vietnam had remembered where we had entered the woods, taking me to it. I had thanked him and told him not to tell anyone. He gave me his word, and I trusted him on it. It's not like anyone would want to go against me anyways.

I had to rely on my memory, but it was fuzzy. What happened was months ago, and when there was hardly any vegetation. Now it was green, turning towards the beginning of summer. Things looked different, and I couldn't remember the path we took well. I know I had tripped over something at some point, but when and where I wasn't sure. The clearest memory than was waking up tied in the caves. I knew I could find it if I could find that village. We had passed the village on our way back before we ran into America's family. If I remember correctly I could find the area where we walked from the caves.

Or the thing that attacked us would get me. Either way, I'll get to where I need.
I looked around some more, trying to find something that seemed familiar. The path had to be close now, we didn't walk that long. We couldn't have, at least. I stopped where I was and held my eyes shut trying to remember the walk before the path. It really couldn't have been that long. I remembered mostly glaring at Canada.

Around noon I had sat down again and ate the small sandwich I packed. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I saw that it was Belarus.

"Hello?"

"Хей, тебя не было на агрокультуре. Неужели тебя опять отвлекал твой бойфренд? (Hey, you weren't in our agriculture class. Did you get distracted by your boyfriend again?)"

I rolled my eyes and swallowed the bite of food I had. "Америка не мой парень. (America is not my boyfriend.)"

"Так я и не говорила, что имею ввиду Америку. (I never said it was America I was talking about,)" she laughed to herself, thinking she was funny.

"Ха, ха, ха, чё тебе надо? (Ha, ha ha, what did you want?)"

"Просто хотела удостовериться, что с тобой все в порядке. Та записка, я не знала, что ты будешь отсутствовать весь день напролет. (Just wanted to make sure you were okay. The note, I didn't know you were going to be gone all day.)"

I looked around, weighing my options. "Завтра меня должно быть тоже не будет. В зависимости от моих ощущений. (I might be gone tomorrow, too. It will depend on how I feel.)"

"Не пытаешься ли ты сбежать от чего-то? (Are you trying to run from something?)"

"Ага, от вас ребятки. (Yeah, you guys.)"

"Ой, да перестань (Oh stop), " she laughed and I knew if she could she'd hit my shoulder. "Я же имела ввиду твои наочевиднейшие чувства к Амереке. (I meant like your obvious feelings for America.)"

I hung up the phone. After a second, she called back.

"Прекрати это. (You need to quit doing that!)" Belarus immediately scolded, since this was not the first time I had hung up the phone to avoid a conversation.