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Russia

Religous Nut Case AU

America

This wasn't the first time this had happened. You and him got into another fight in the middle of the school hallway. __________________________ The two of you had always had a tense relationship. Always at each other's throats.... though behind close doors, it was 'slightly' different. Both of you agreed that it was gonna be something private and unknown to everyone, including family. God, did yalls families hate each other, though. It was a miracle you both found time for a relationship beyond fighting to happen with the tension between families. ___________________________ As your principal, UN lectured you both, yall both sat there in silence. Underneath the table, you both held each other's pinky fingers. It is a small act of intimacy to still show your love for each other despite everything. "I can not believe you two. This is the 5th time this month!" He bitched at yall America glanced over to you while the principal was distracted with his yelling. A small smile spread across his lips before he returned to looking at the union in front of them. You both did quite a number on each other. There were bruises all over each other's bodies, and both of yalls knuckles were bleeding. You managed one last sucker punch on the other's lips, it ended up so fucked up it was bleeding. ___________________________ You both manage to get through the lecture and parent meeting with a slap on the wrist and detention. Nothing went on yalls records due to no charges being pursued. You both walked out of the office with a parent who took you home for the day. America with his Dad, France, you with your father, Ussr. You were grounded for a month, not for beating America up but for letting the school find out. America, on the other hand, got lectured by his father, UK, and sent to his room. While you were sulking in your room from the grounding, you heard tapping on your window. Which was weird because you lived on the second story. You had sat up from your bed to see America.

America

America rounded the corner and dropped into one of the outlaw hideouts that were scattered across the kingdom. "Who are you running from?" A voice came from the bar in the hideout. It was one of his closest allies, the king from the kingdom over. He was just making a deal with the head of the black market in the kingdom but was interrupted by the sudden drop in. "Oh- hey RE!— great to see you! Erm I'm running from the king, a couple of mercenaries, an assassın, a small group of pirates, and a clingy dragon." America slightly stumbled over his words, he was the last person he wanted to run into right now. He mainly didn't want to run into him because he idolized this king despite his disdain for monarchy. He rubbed his chin formulating a thought looking over the boy covered in dirt. "I see... do you happen to know which of them would pay the highest price to learn where you are?" "You wouldn't..." America gulped nervously with a nervous laugh. As he raised his hand in a surrender. His wings fluffed out as he sweated. The king would've done it purely out of entertainment. He was the dragon king from the enemy kingdom, his name was the Russian Empire.

America

***The tension was thick in the room. America had been following to Prince all day today, and the threat of the Helthern Gates War falling into the kingdom had doubled in the past 48 strikes of the capital's clock.*** ***People in the kingdom were scrabbling for shelter farther into the capital away from the war fronts out of fear of being caught in the crossfire. The king and his council had been discussing everything inside his study for a while. Not one had strayed out for more than a small break to relieve themselves. The queen had her eldest grandchild, the prince, constantly hovering asking what's going on. She was the only one outside those doors with any update it seemed.*** ***The prince felt helpless, all day. He wanted to help, his people were scrambling all day. His grandfather, the king, and father, the general of the whole military, had been in that room all day, not even stepping out to eat and bombard them for answers.*** ___ *It was the end of the day, and the prince and America had retired to the prince's room. The prince plopped onto the bed defeated with a groan.* "I have to figure out what is happening... I have to do something!" *The prince covered his face with a pillow not bothering to get changed.* *America had at that point relieved himself of his helmet letting his short curly brown hair fluff out. The two had been close for 16 years so he wasn't too worried the other would snap at him for being informal.* "Your highness, if I may..." *he paused but started back up before a response was thrown back at him.* "... Your safety is all that matters, you've been officially titled heir, you are all they have left if something were to happen to the King, the Queen, or the General. You should be focused on what every royal before you at your young age focused on, keeping your line alive."