Chapter 4:The Very Reluctant Truth

                                    

                                          
"Who were those people in the meeting you visited during our break?"
Americas heart stops.
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(TW:badly written panic attack somewhere down the middle)
'What in the name of Christ. How in the hell. Did he.. did he follow me?'
As America stood and stared, hands shaking, his thoughts were running wild. Back and forth, again and again, trying to make sense of what Russia had just said to him.
His mouth was wide open, and openly shocked look on his face. This, perhaps, confirmed Russias (fears) ideas that this was something serious.
"The girl, she called you 'Pa'. You referred to them as your children."
Russia does not ask. He states, with conviction. His eyes have narrowed, slowly inching towards America step by step.
America steps back until, once again, his back has hit the wall. He curses silently, but thankfully he isn't restrained this time.
Russia seems to get more irritated as the minutes pass, and America hasn't answered him. Noticing this, America hastily replies with waving hands,
"I-its just a little joke between us? Y'know, colleagues in the same work place!"
His tone seems to get more frantic the longer Russia stares at him, frown deepening. 
"Cease your pathetic attempts at covering yourself, Amerika. I know for a fact you called them by the names of states."
'shit.'
At this point, America can't deny it. He's panicking. Badly. His breaths come out in short gasp, eyes watering slightly. He tries to concentrate on Russias words, but finds his mind elsewhere. He slides down the wall, burying his head in his arms as he barely holds back tears.
'shitshitshitshITSSHITSHIT. What am I supposed to do? One of my biggest enemies knows. Whats he gonna do when he finds the rest of them? Alaska? Oh nonono no NO!'
As Americas thoughts continue to spiral, Russia can only stand there in shock as he shakes and sobs. His violet eyes are wide, previous irritation gone. Seeing America break down like this has unsettled him greatly, and he's at a loss at what to do.
Slowly, he lowers himself to the ground, and sits himself in front of America. He wraps an arm around him, seeing him flinch slightly. For some reason, Russia's heart clenches when he notices.
"Amerika?"
Russias voice is unbelievably soft, whether it's due to the shock of the situation or something else America can't tell.
"Amerika, look at me."
The slightly firmer tone of voice has America glancing up, eyes red and mind running wild. Fear is evident in his gaze, and perhaps, for the first time, it's the one thing Russia didn't want to see.
Thinking back on everything that's lead up to this, Russia compromises with himself. Part of the reason he was so obsessed with figuring out Americas secret, was because he wanted someone else to be seen in a bad light for once. Call him selfish, but he just didn't want to be lonely anymore. He's seen the looks the other countries throw him when they think he's not looking, even his sisters.
After some few minutes, Russia lost count after 20, Americas sobs lessen and quiet. Russia sighs. He has a plan, one that'll hopefully solve both of their problems.
"Amerika, what if we make a deal?"
Despite the soft delivery, America can't help but stiffen in Russias hold. He hastily wipes his eyes, shuffling out of his grip.
"What type of deal."
America says with a steely tone, slightly undermined by his pathetic state and raspy voice.
"I will not tell anyone about your states. Even my government."
This just about leaves America gobsmacked. Russia, not jumping on his enemies biggest secret? Has it started storming?
'I sense a but in this conversation.'
"But."
America braces himself, readying his nerves and blanking his facial expression.
"On the condition you be my friend."
'...'
'huh??'
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Hey you guys! Sorry for the slightly shorter chapter, I pulled an all-nighter yesterday for my art project (don't be an artist if you value your sleep schedule) and am currently dead tired. Knew I had to get this one out though, it was sitting in my brain the whooooole day. I'm switching over to posting every second day, as that seems to give me more time to think about where I want this story to go! Well, I think I've wasted your time enough. Goeie môre, Goeie middag, Goeie aand of Goeie nag!