Russia held a gun against your forhead, his hand trembling slightly as his fingers crept at the gun's trigger, his expression hiding behind his scarf but you could tell he's mad. No, upset even hurt. But somehow, he couldn't dare pull the trigger. You were his best ally and friend at the same time. He liked- no, loved you... He had just realized you were working for the US, all those years of working together, the time when he could finally be himself comfortably alone with just the two of you, those precious moments spent with you would turn out to be a complete waste.

He kept pointing the gun at you without saying anything, he wants to tell you how hurt he was but at the same time he doesn't want to accidentally spoil something he doesn't want you to hear, like how he liked you so damn much...